time. His face was relaxed with the
hint of a smile, but his eyes blazed with intensity. The strength of his gaze
made her uncomfortable and she shifted her feet. “Well, I’ll see you in the morning
then.”
She turned and stepped in the direction of her room, begging
her legs to be firm and not give away the extent of her nerves by trembling.
With uncanny speed he was right behind her, tugging at the
back of her cardigan, stopping her mid-stride. His warm arms wrapped around her
waist as he pulled her close to his chest and pressed his mouth to her ear. His
lips brushed down the side of her neck before he planted a soft kiss above her
collar.
With laughter hidden just below the surface, he said, “Your
body betrays you, Sam. You should say what you really mean. I think we’ve
wasted too much time tonight already, wouldn’t you say?”
He coaxed her through the door and closed it behind them.
She faced him when he let her go. With a smile, he sauntered over to the bar,
pouring them each a small drink.
Sam quietly exhaled the breath she’d held for far too long
and surveyed the room. “I can’t believe you gave me the bigger suite. You do
realize it’s larger than my entire house, right? I would have been just as
happy to take this one, you know. I’m not used to…all this.”
She sensed him behind her, her skin prickling with
excitement.
* * * * *
He curved his arm close to her waist but didn’t touch,
offering her a glass as he inhaled the citrus scent of her hair. She accepted
the drink, thanking him, and strolled to the window to look at the street
below. I’m on Fire came on the radio—one of his favorite songs.
“I love this song,” she said.
A smile spread on his face as his eyes explored her
silhouette. He’d only turned on the small wall light near the front door when
he’d first entered his room, choosing to bathe in the soft radiance from the
fireplace. In the glow of the fire, he envisioned her trim figure through the
tight clothes she wore. The fluffy slippers on her feet made him chuckle under
his breath. Her hair was damp and he admired the waves that fell down her back.
He moved closer, standing behind her, gazing at her reflection in the dark
window. She met his eyes in the glass and they stood silently, listening to the
music.
“What am I doing here?” she asked.
“We’re snowed in, remember?” he whispered, curling his arm
around her waist and gently rubbing his palm over her stomach.
“I’m sorry, Jesse…maybe I should go.” She tried to turn, but
he held her tight, pressing her back to his chest.
“Please stay.” He put his glass on the wide windowsill and
brushed her hair aside so he could nuzzle her neck.
He kissed the warm flesh between her neck and shoulder, ran
his tongue to her earlobe, sucking softly, absorbing the shudders that traveled
through her body. Her head fell back, resting on his shoulder, and a faint moan
escaped her lips. He untied the belt of her cardigan and slowly slipped it from
her shoulders, letting it fall to his feet. His hands came to rest on her hips
and he eyed the full length of her body. Her black t-shirt exposed her waist,
baring delectable inches of skin. He ran his hands over the smoothness, more
than pleased with her curves.
She placed her glass next to his and returned her back to
his bare chest. Although a little hesitant at first, she raised her hand to the
nape of his neck and ran her fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his
scalp.
That was the signal he’d been waiting for—her permission for
him to up his advances. He dipped his hands under the hem of her shirt, swept
them up her sides and over the front of her bra. He cupped her breasts,
exploring the firm flesh beneath the lacy material, his fingertips teasing her
taut nipples. He brushed his thumbs back and forth, enticing them to tighten
more, pinched them with a small twist and sucked on her neck. Her entire body
jolted in response. She breathed in deeply
hint of a smile, but his eyes blazed with intensity. The strength of his gaze
made her uncomfortable and she shifted her feet. “Well, I’ll see you in the morning
then.”
She turned and stepped in the direction of her room, begging
her legs to be firm and not give away the extent of her nerves by trembling.
With uncanny speed he was right behind her, tugging at the
back of her cardigan, stopping her mid-stride. His warm arms wrapped around her
waist as he pulled her close to his chest and pressed his mouth to her ear. His
lips brushed down the side of her neck before he planted a soft kiss above her
collar.
With laughter hidden just below the surface, he said, “Your
body betrays you, Sam. You should say what you really mean. I think we’ve
wasted too much time tonight already, wouldn’t you say?”
He coaxed her through the door and closed it behind them.
She faced him when he let her go. With a smile, he sauntered over to the bar,
pouring them each a small drink.
Sam quietly exhaled the breath she’d held for far too long
and surveyed the room. “I can’t believe you gave me the bigger suite. You do
realize it’s larger than my entire house, right? I would have been just as
happy to take this one, you know. I’m not used to…all this.”
She sensed him behind her, her skin prickling with
excitement.
* * * * *
He curved his arm close to her waist but didn’t touch,
offering her a glass as he inhaled the citrus scent of her hair. She accepted
the drink, thanking him, and strolled to the window to look at the street
below. I’m on Fire came on the radio—one of his favorite songs.
“I love this song,” she said.
A smile spread on his face as his eyes explored her
silhouette. He’d only turned on the small wall light near the front door when
he’d first entered his room, choosing to bathe in the soft radiance from the
fireplace. In the glow of the fire, he envisioned her trim figure through the
tight clothes she wore. The fluffy slippers on her feet made him chuckle under
his breath. Her hair was damp and he admired the waves that fell down her back.
He moved closer, standing behind her, gazing at her reflection in the dark
window. She met his eyes in the glass and they stood silently, listening to the
music.
“What am I doing here?” she asked.
“We’re snowed in, remember?” he whispered, curling his arm
around her waist and gently rubbing his palm over her stomach.
“I’m sorry, Jesse…maybe I should go.” She tried to turn, but
he held her tight, pressing her back to his chest.
“Please stay.” He put his glass on the wide windowsill and
brushed her hair aside so he could nuzzle her neck.
He kissed the warm flesh between her neck and shoulder, ran
his tongue to her earlobe, sucking softly, absorbing the shudders that traveled
through her body. Her head fell back, resting on his shoulder, and a faint moan
escaped her lips. He untied the belt of her cardigan and slowly slipped it from
her shoulders, letting it fall to his feet. His hands came to rest on her hips
and he eyed the full length of her body. Her black t-shirt exposed her waist,
baring delectable inches of skin. He ran his hands over the smoothness, more
than pleased with her curves.
She placed her glass next to his and returned her back to
his bare chest. Although a little hesitant at first, she raised her hand to the
nape of his neck and ran her fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his
scalp.
That was the signal he’d been waiting for—her permission for
him to up his advances. He dipped his hands under the hem of her shirt, swept
them up her sides and over the front of her bra. He cupped her breasts,
exploring the firm flesh beneath the lacy material, his fingertips teasing her
taut nipples. He brushed his thumbs back and forth, enticing them to tighten
more, pinched them with a small twist and sucked on her neck. Her entire body
jolted in response. She breathed in deeply
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