while tugging at the roots of her hair, she'd been waiting to jump his bones ever since he said she was smart to be living like she was.
She stripped her shirt for his and buttoned it to just above her breasts. She pushed her pants down and stood in front of the mirror mounted on the dresser. Her mouth was suddenly dry and a chill went up between her legs.
What the hell was she doing? Her eyes widened at the sight of her reflection. Oh my God. This was stupid. Energy surged through her veins. Hairs stood up along her neck. This was crazy. This was nuts. She didn't go around putting on men's clothes. She turned for her pants to get the hell out of there before she got caught.
"Tasha?"
She froze as his footsteps came closer. No wait. Yelling for him to go back was on the tip of her tongue. She needed a plan! There had to be a plan to figure out how to do all this. As his shadow stretched over the carpet, signaling she had seconds to do something, she turned around in the room and had nothing. The idea of diving in the closet and hiding crossed her mind, but time was up.
He walked in, made it a whole step and froze.
His gaze dropped from her head, down the front. Even her toenails felt that delicious look with his eyes widening and lips parting ever so slightly. The good idea feelings about this whole thing were definitely coming back. Three dates. Months of wanting him. Not too soon. He took a step closer. Absolutely not too soon at all.
She touched the buttons of the shirt going down the front of her and lifted her hands to the cap. "I always wondered how these things fit."
He adjusted the cap so the flap of it hung over her left ear. "That way."
She nodded and lifted her gaze to his, still wishing for a plan. Anything would be better than her current state of turning into a puddle of goo. "I lied to you."
He searched her face. "Okay."
Maybe not anything, but this was talking instead of just staring while her mind got fuzzy on his spicy cologne and remembering the way his rough fingers had been against her cheeks. And this lie would probably come up again later. "About the latch. I don't have a broken latch. I don't know if I have a latch at all. It was a cheap trick to get you in my bedroom."
He gestured down the front of her. "And this."
"I don't know." Her breaths were full and heavy. "You walked in before I could figure out what I was doing."
His hands moved up her arms. "If you hadn't mentioned the latch, I wouldn't have thought another word about it."
From what she knew of him so far, he was lying again. She lifted on her toes to scoot in a little closer to feel more of him against every length of her that she could manage. "I'm still panicking without a plan."
"Plans are for suckers." He dipped his head and his lips skimmed across her cheek.
"I want you to know I'm not usually this easy." The light scruff of his jaw touched the sweep of her neck and she was all but launching off the floor. Oh my God, best idea ever!
"You seem to do a lot of not normal or usual things when it comes to me."
"I'm noticing that." She could still leave, right now, if she wanted to. Put a stop to this, keep her good, well-behaved, wait-a-month-into-the-relationship panties on and leave. Dear God, the very idea of walking out of here was downright laughable. She grabbed his shirt and ripped it from his jeans.
"I like it." His hands eased down her sides and fisted the over-sized shirt.
The rough material against her thighs lifted bit by bit. Cool air touched over the curves of her backside and then against the low scoop of her panties near her belly. His knuckles brushed along her hips as he lifted the shirt higher and she shivered. She adjusted her weight and pressed her thighs together. There was surely a string running directly from the top of her sensitive skin all the way to the very center of her thighs. Every touch, stroke, caress and hot kiss pulled at that spot.
His lips skimmed along her neck and kissed at her
She stripped her shirt for his and buttoned it to just above her breasts. She pushed her pants down and stood in front of the mirror mounted on the dresser. Her mouth was suddenly dry and a chill went up between her legs.
What the hell was she doing? Her eyes widened at the sight of her reflection. Oh my God. This was stupid. Energy surged through her veins. Hairs stood up along her neck. This was crazy. This was nuts. She didn't go around putting on men's clothes. She turned for her pants to get the hell out of there before she got caught.
"Tasha?"
She froze as his footsteps came closer. No wait. Yelling for him to go back was on the tip of her tongue. She needed a plan! There had to be a plan to figure out how to do all this. As his shadow stretched over the carpet, signaling she had seconds to do something, she turned around in the room and had nothing. The idea of diving in the closet and hiding crossed her mind, but time was up.
He walked in, made it a whole step and froze.
His gaze dropped from her head, down the front. Even her toenails felt that delicious look with his eyes widening and lips parting ever so slightly. The good idea feelings about this whole thing were definitely coming back. Three dates. Months of wanting him. Not too soon. He took a step closer. Absolutely not too soon at all.
She touched the buttons of the shirt going down the front of her and lifted her hands to the cap. "I always wondered how these things fit."
He adjusted the cap so the flap of it hung over her left ear. "That way."
She nodded and lifted her gaze to his, still wishing for a plan. Anything would be better than her current state of turning into a puddle of goo. "I lied to you."
He searched her face. "Okay."
Maybe not anything, but this was talking instead of just staring while her mind got fuzzy on his spicy cologne and remembering the way his rough fingers had been against her cheeks. And this lie would probably come up again later. "About the latch. I don't have a broken latch. I don't know if I have a latch at all. It was a cheap trick to get you in my bedroom."
He gestured down the front of her. "And this."
"I don't know." Her breaths were full and heavy. "You walked in before I could figure out what I was doing."
His hands moved up her arms. "If you hadn't mentioned the latch, I wouldn't have thought another word about it."
From what she knew of him so far, he was lying again. She lifted on her toes to scoot in a little closer to feel more of him against every length of her that she could manage. "I'm still panicking without a plan."
"Plans are for suckers." He dipped his head and his lips skimmed across her cheek.
"I want you to know I'm not usually this easy." The light scruff of his jaw touched the sweep of her neck and she was all but launching off the floor. Oh my God, best idea ever!
"You seem to do a lot of not normal or usual things when it comes to me."
"I'm noticing that." She could still leave, right now, if she wanted to. Put a stop to this, keep her good, well-behaved, wait-a-month-into-the-relationship panties on and leave. Dear God, the very idea of walking out of here was downright laughable. She grabbed his shirt and ripped it from his jeans.
"I like it." His hands eased down her sides and fisted the over-sized shirt.
The rough material against her thighs lifted bit by bit. Cool air touched over the curves of her backside and then against the low scoop of her panties near her belly. His knuckles brushed along her hips as he lifted the shirt higher and she shivered. She adjusted her weight and pressed her thighs together. There was surely a string running directly from the top of her sensitive skin all the way to the very center of her thighs. Every touch, stroke, caress and hot kiss pulled at that spot.
His lips skimmed along her neck and kissed at her
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