are burning into my chest. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
She blinks a few times and quirks her lips into a sexy grin. “You’re not getting rid of me that easy. I’ve wanted to see that chest of yours since I sat across from you in the terminal. I think I can make a better decision about what I can and can’t do with you if I actually see it. You know, an informed decision.”
This must be divine intervention. Mom must be smiling down on me. She’s seen my legs, knows the score, and she’s still here. My dick wakes up. Big time. “How about a deal?” I ask.
“A deal?”
“Yeah. A deal. I lose my shirt if you lose yours.” I’m desperate to see her creamy skin and count every freckle.
Instead of answering me, she rips her top over her head. The chubby I’m sporting springs to attention, that pale skin ready for my teeth to mark her as mine. I’m not used to her being so bold. So forward. It’s a side of Nina I haven’t seen, but, man, do I like it.
She waves her hands to hurry me up. “Come on. I’ve been waiting for this for forever. You have no idea how many times I’ve pictured it.”
A laugh bursts from my throat. I thought I was about to lose her, and now I’m smiling and horny as hell. And the evening’s just begun.
I stretch my shirt over my shoulders and toss it on the floor.
Her jaw slackens. “I have to touch it,” she whispers.
“It?”
“That chest.”
“Just my chest?” I ask, smirking.
“Other things, too.”
Hell, yeah. “In that case, go ahead.”
She runs her hands over every dip and curve from my collarbones to the lines of my pecs, and down the ridges of my abs. My stomach muscles tighten at her touch. I close my eyes, getting lost in the sensation. “God, Nina,” I groan when her fingers make it to the waistband of my boxers and run along the fabric. Soft lips land on mine. I keep my eyes closed and enjoy the taste of cherry and her. I let her lead while I still have the willpower to hold back. When I get my hands on her there won’t be any stopping me, and I’m not sure I can be gentle.
Her tongue brushes against mine, and she nips my lower lip. Then she says, “You know you’re beautiful, right?”
If she only knew how much those words mean.
I open my eyes to make sure I’m not dreaming, to make sure she’s really here. Is she ever. The way her lips part and her breasts rise and fall, there’s no question I’m awake and she’s all in for what I have to give her. No longer able to keep my hands to myself, I stroke my thumb over the beauty mark on her cheek and draw a trail along her jaw and neck down to the cleavage I’d like to bury my face in. She shivers.
“You don’t know beautiful, Nina, until you’ve seen yourself through my eyes.”
She pauses before saying a quiet, “Thank you.” No smart remarks rebutting my compliment. No self-deprecation. Just a perfect thank-you.
I cup my hand over the cotton of her white bra, needing to touch her but still holding back with everything that’s in me. I’m as hard as I’ve ever been, my balls tight and aching for her, but I don’t want to scare her by unleashing my pent-up sexual frustration.
She hisses out a breath when I tweak the hard bud beneath her bra. “Sam, sexy stuff needs to happen soon. Like now. Or I might explode. Rupture from the inside out. I seriously can’t take it.”
Enough said.
Our lips collide in a flurry of teeth and tongues as I grope her ass, my hips grinding into her. I drag my hand up and unlatch her bra. It pools on the floor, and I lower my mouth to the taut peaks begging for my attention. Every inch of her skin is as silky as it looks. We both moan, a heady sound, until I’m not sure who’s enjoying the foreplay more. I walk her until the backs of her knees hit the bed. She falls with a soft bounce and reaches for me.
Before I join her, I need to do something about the tight jeans standing between me and the heaven that is Nina. “Those need to come off.”
“Yes, please,” she says. The always-polite Canadian.