to him. He lifted a hand to cup the side of her face, smelling like the lemony soap May kept by the kitchen sink. When he leaned down to kiss her, she had a second to decide whether to slide down this treacherous rabbit hole with him.
“Change the sheets afterwards,” May called up from the bottom of the stairs.
Jasmine jumped, breaking contact with Will’s hand. Giving her grinning sister a glare from the hallway, she grabbed Will’s hand and tugged him into the bedroom, sending Dido scurrying from the bed and out the door. Jasmine closed the door firmly behind them.
“Just sex?” she repeated as they stood there facing each other.
He once again moved closer to her. Her breath tangled in her throat. She was transfixed by his beautiful eyes. The afternoon sunlight shining through the bedroom window made them even more captivating.
“Just sex,” he agreed, reaching for the tie to her robe. He held her gaze as he slowly loosened the bow. “Just hot, satisfying, unforgettable sex.”
She was powerless to stop him. Her body had already jumped on board with his proposal. Her nipples pressed against the robe’s thin material, craving his touch. The deliciously painful ache that had started between her thighs while she was in the shower once again made itself known. By the time he finished untying her robe, she was reaching for the latch to his tool belt.
“I’ll get that,” he said, taking over for her. “It’s heavy.”
She used the time it took him to remove it to shrug out of her open robe. The look in his eyes as it pooled at her feet told her he liked what he saw.
“Do you even realize how gorgeous you are?” he asked in a rough voice.
She gave his T-shirt a hard tug to release it from his pants. “Why don’t you show me?”
Taking the hint, he removed the shirt in one swift movement. She got a scorching glimpse of his well-muscled torso before he stepped forward, picked her up, and carried her the few feet to the queen-sized bed. She reached down and shoved the comforter to the side before he laid her on the sheets. As she scooted closer to the middle of the bed, he removed his work boots and socks, then joined her. He looked like a predator scenting its prey as he climbed onto the bed on all fours and moved until he was settled between her legs.
There was something delectably sinful about his muscular, denim-clad body pressed so intimately against her. The heat in his eyes reflected the same sentiment.
“I’ve been fantasizing about this for days,” he said.
Deciding he deserved equal honesty, she admitted, “Me too.”
He smiled. Then he kissed her.
Will Campbell was one hell of a kisser. She felt every masterful stroke of his tongue like a full-body caress. When his hands got involved, it escalated her pleasure to heights she’d never experienced. It was frightening how quickly he made her lose all control…how quickly he made her want him to.
Their first time together had been severely hampered by their clothing. She hadn’t realized it at the time because she’d been too busy enjoying herself. As Will now lowered his head to give attention to her breasts, it was like a new awakening.
He turned her into a writhing, pleading mass of sensation.
“I love those sexy sounds you make,” he said once she was nearly incoherent with need.
The words had his warm breath brushing over her abdomen as he placed kisses along her breastbone, just above her navel, then just beneath it. When he moved even lower, she almost reached down to stop him. The possibility of his intent kept her from doing so.
“What are you doing? Are you going to…?”
He paused to look up along her body and met her gaze. “Hell, yes, I’m going to.”
He never even asked if she wanted him to do it. If he had, she might have blurted the rather embarrassing truth that the other two lovers she’d had in her life hadn’t wanted to engage in this particular sexual act, and she wasn’t sure if she’d like it. He’d probably already reasoned that neither of them had been especially skilled lovers. She’d die before she admitted that the only time she had found pleasure with them had been at her own hands.
Then he reached his goal and she didn’t give any of that another thought. It took exactly one brush of his tongue for her to decide she didn’t like it.