An Offer He Cant Refuse - By Christie Ridgway Page 0,50

it was with regret that he let himself lift one of those liberated wisps of her hair and curl it around his forefinger. "Good night," he said, giving it a little tug.

"Good night?" she echoed, her voice uncertain.

Through his finger, he felt a little tremor run through her. How could she be jittery when he was leaving? He'd thought he was what made her so nervous. "Are you all right?"

She glanced around at the surrounding shadows, then licked her lips. "I thought you might like to come in."

Well, yeah, he might love to, but now it was way too complicated.

Maybe she was reading minds again. Because she went on tiptoe and put her arms around his neck. "Johnny," she whispered. "Show me how simple it can be."

Her mouth was turned up to his, tempting, juicy, and his cock stirred, despite himself. "Tea - "

"I want to forget everything tonight," she said, her body shivering against his as she stepped closer. "I don't want to remember anything but you and me."

Okay, fine, he'd give her a good night kiss. After all his big talk she'd at least expect that. He'd do the perfunctory it's-been-nice smooch, then get the hell out before getting them both in trouble. It might hurt like hell to stop, but nobody ever died of lust.

His hands fell to her waist. Slid around to her ass. Her lips found his and her fruity, warm taste filled his mouth. The tip of her tongue touched the tip of his and he went fully erect and rock-hard.

His hands tightened, tilting her closer to him. He slanted his head, needing the taste, the fit, the heat of her body because the whole night was suddenly so damn hot. She moaned, trying to move in closer, but he held her still, keeping just that fit of pelvis-to-pelvis, mouth-to-mouth, remembering that he was going to have to stop this soon.

Any minute.

She broke from his hold and pressed her entire body against his. Soft breasts against his chest. Her belly to his cock. He lifted his head, thinking he needed air, but instead it was the skin of her neck he needed, the smooth warmth of it against his tongue, the thrum of her pulse beating against him.

His hands raced up her back, encountering that tight club of her hair. He didn't like it. He didn't want any of her bound, fastened, kept away from him. The band at the bottom pulled free and then he sifted his hands through the dark mass, unwinding it as his lips went back to hers.

For just a second or two.

Moving in, he pushed her back against the door and fisted one hand in her hair. Lust and heat were speeding through his system like a car chase, spinning thoughts and sense from his head. He grabbed her left breast.

He grabbed her, he who finessed women, he who had found great success in slow warm-ups and stealthy touches. He who'd enjoyed the kind of foreplay that you could measure in half-degrees.

She arched into his hand, from beneath her bra and the stretchy knit of her top, her nipple poking into his palm, just as if half-degrees weren't enough. Just as if finesse didn't matter to her.

It didn't seem to matter to him.

He kneaded the softness in his hand, his fingers firm, unable to be soft when his cock was so hard and this need for her was driving him so high.

"Johnny," she whispered, and one of her legs wrapped around the back of his calf. Her smooth skin was rubbing his, any second certain to set off sparks.

His hand slid under that tiny skirt and under those skintight shorts and he grabbed again, cupping real skin, her curvy, silky ass. He groaned, ready now for heaven.

"Inside, Contessa, inside," he said, his voice thick and harsh. There was heat and wet between her legs, he sensed it, just inches away from his hand. "Now. Don't wanna do it against the door."

She froze.

Oh, shit, he thought, replaying his last words. Don't wanna do it against the door. Shit! Where was smooth Johnny, cool Johnny, charming Johnny? Women loved his manners, they loved him. Don't wanna do it against the door.

"Contessa, I - " But then he realized what had caught her attention. Through her door, he could hear her phone ringing.

"Your machine will pick it up," he said, gentling his hands and letting them fall away, all the while thanking God for the interruption. Though there was no way in