nervousness to distract her, the electricity was back full force, that same feeling she’d had when she’d first seen him downstairs. Butterflies were swarming around in her stomach, somersaulting and diving and making her feel tingly all over.
“So,” he said, leaning back against the counter and giving her the once over. She felt his eyes lingering on her body, and he grinned, like he liked what he saw. “What do you want to do now?”
What she wanted was for him to kiss her, to peel off all her clothes until she was completely naked, and then make love to her right here on the kitchen floor.
“I don’t… I mean, it’s getting late.” It was a canned response, something she’d taught herself to say at the end of dates, just in case the guy was looking for an excuse to get rid of her. She’d watched enough movies and heard enough horror stories about girls who hung around long after their welcome to know sometimes you had to put it out there to make sure you weren’t being an annoying hanger.
Chace glanced at the clock. “It’s only ten o’clock,” he said.
“Yeah, well…” She couldn’t speak. No man had ever had this kind of effect on her, no man had ever made her feel this way. The attraction between them sparked through the room. Did he feel it?
He took a step closer, putting his arms on either side of her hips, gripping the counter behind her, essentially trapping her.
“So I guess you’re leaving then?” he asked, his eyes on hers. His voice was low and sexy, the voice he sometimes got on the phone when it was getting late and he was tired, the voice she’d fantasized about whispering into her ear.
“I should probably, yes,” she said. It was a nonsensical sentence. Every nerve ending in her body was on high alert, every sense was at its peak. She tried to memorize every line of his face, the cut of his jaw, the dark smoothness of his eyes, the tiny little scar he had on his forehead.
“You sure?” He was teasing her, knew damn well she wasn’t going anywhere.
“Because I bought some dessert.”
“You did?”
“Yeah.” He took another step forward, and now his body was pressed against hers. “But if you have to go…”
“Well,” she said. “I wouldn’t want to be rude. If you bought dessert and everything.” Her heart was beating almost out of her chest, and she knew he could hear it. His body was too close to hers, and it was completely quiet in the kitchen.
He took his hand and put it on her heart. “Nervous?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“Liar.” He grinned, but didn’t move, just stayed there, a half smile on his face, watching her, waiting to see who was going to blink first.
Lindsay kept her gaze on his. His hand was still over her heart, and his touch was making her hot and heady.
He slid his fingers over her skin slowly, until his hand was on the back of her neck, right on the soft spot behind her ear. The gesture, even though so small, was the most erotic thing Lindsay had ever felt.
He pulled her head toward his, until there was just a sliver of space separating their lips. Lindsay closed her eyes and waited for the kiss. He made her wait a second longer than was necessary, causing the anticipation to burn so bright she felt her knees go weak.
Then his mouth was on hers. Fireworks exploded behind her eyes. His lips were strong and soft at the same time. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he slipped his hands off the counter behind her and encircled her waist.
Time stopped. They kissed for what seemed like forever.
“Let me take you upstairs,” he said finally. It was a command, not a question, but Lindsay didn’t have to be asked.
She nodded, and he took her hand.
When they got to the bedroom, he took his time. He pulled her clothes off slowly, like he wanted to savor her in every level of undress. And the kissing, my God, the kissing! What had started off slow upped in intensity.
She usually felt vulnerable being naked with a
“So,” he said, leaning back against the counter and giving her the once over. She felt his eyes lingering on her body, and he grinned, like he liked what he saw. “What do you want to do now?”
What she wanted was for him to kiss her, to peel off all her clothes until she was completely naked, and then make love to her right here on the kitchen floor.
“I don’t… I mean, it’s getting late.” It was a canned response, something she’d taught herself to say at the end of dates, just in case the guy was looking for an excuse to get rid of her. She’d watched enough movies and heard enough horror stories about girls who hung around long after their welcome to know sometimes you had to put it out there to make sure you weren’t being an annoying hanger.
Chace glanced at the clock. “It’s only ten o’clock,” he said.
“Yeah, well…” She couldn’t speak. No man had ever had this kind of effect on her, no man had ever made her feel this way. The attraction between them sparked through the room. Did he feel it?
He took a step closer, putting his arms on either side of her hips, gripping the counter behind her, essentially trapping her.
“So I guess you’re leaving then?” he asked, his eyes on hers. His voice was low and sexy, the voice he sometimes got on the phone when it was getting late and he was tired, the voice she’d fantasized about whispering into her ear.
“I should probably, yes,” she said. It was a nonsensical sentence. Every nerve ending in her body was on high alert, every sense was at its peak. She tried to memorize every line of his face, the cut of his jaw, the dark smoothness of his eyes, the tiny little scar he had on his forehead.
“You sure?” He was teasing her, knew damn well she wasn’t going anywhere.
“Because I bought some dessert.”
“You did?”
“Yeah.” He took another step forward, and now his body was pressed against hers. “But if you have to go…”
“Well,” she said. “I wouldn’t want to be rude. If you bought dessert and everything.” Her heart was beating almost out of her chest, and she knew he could hear it. His body was too close to hers, and it was completely quiet in the kitchen.
He took his hand and put it on her heart. “Nervous?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“Liar.” He grinned, but didn’t move, just stayed there, a half smile on his face, watching her, waiting to see who was going to blink first.
Lindsay kept her gaze on his. His hand was still over her heart, and his touch was making her hot and heady.
He slid his fingers over her skin slowly, until his hand was on the back of her neck, right on the soft spot behind her ear. The gesture, even though so small, was the most erotic thing Lindsay had ever felt.
He pulled her head toward his, until there was just a sliver of space separating their lips. Lindsay closed her eyes and waited for the kiss. He made her wait a second longer than was necessary, causing the anticipation to burn so bright she felt her knees go weak.
Then his mouth was on hers. Fireworks exploded behind her eyes. His lips were strong and soft at the same time. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he slipped his hands off the counter behind her and encircled her waist.
Time stopped. They kissed for what seemed like forever.
“Let me take you upstairs,” he said finally. It was a command, not a question, but Lindsay didn’t have to be asked.
She nodded, and he took her hand.
When they got to the bedroom, he took his time. He pulled her clothes off slowly, like he wanted to savor her in every level of undress. And the kissing, my God, the kissing! What had started off slow upped in intensity.
She usually felt vulnerable being naked with a
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