watched carefully as Sierra walked around the truck. He was leaning against the hood of the truck, his arms crossed over his chest in an attempt to not pull her into his arms and kiss her. Hell, he wanted to make love to her right here, uncaring of the rocks or gravel. She might object, he thought. Well, actually, she objected to any kind of touch from him most of the time.
He smiled as he clarified his thought. She only objected to his touch before and after he touched her. She never objected during the actual physical contact. In fact, she was a tigress when it came to touching him back.
Damn, he liked that about her. Not the resistance. No, that was something he’d have to eliminate completely from her. He much preferred the sensuous beauty she was when she was in his arms versus the straight-laced, tense woman she was when she was avoiding his touch.
And marry the person who had designed the house? He liked the idea. He liked that a lot. As he watched her look at his house from different angles, he couldn’t help but admire her long legs in those tight jeans giving him a glimpse of her adorable butt and her trim waist. He would prefer her hair down around her shoulders, but she’d probably need it pulled back for what he had in mind today.
Tonight though. He’d have that hair down around her shoulders tonight.
“Come on inside. I’ll get you a different shirt. That sweater won’t help you a lot for what I have planned.”
Sierra pulled her eyes away from the house, her attention captured by the man and his comment. “What do you have planned?”
He took her hand and pulled her along, tucking her hand onto his arm and then covering it with his other hand to keep her from pulling it away. This kept her closer and she kept bumping his hips as she walked quickly to keep up with him.
“I’ll lend you one of my shirts. That should cover enough of you.”
She blinked as she looked up at him, curiosity getting the better of her common sense. She knew she should tell him to just go ahead with his plans and she’d be happy to wander around inside his house. She wouldn’t mind spending an hour simply investigating the support system built by the architect.
But she couldn’t help the question that escaped her. “Why do I need a shirt big enough to cover me?” Despite herself, she was intrigued by both his comment as well as his excited expression.
“Because we’re going to get a bit dirty today.” He unlocked the front door of the house and led her straight through the great room and into a hallway. She tried to get a glimpse of the house but only got the impression of comfortable furniture, soaring ceilings and magnificent views.
“I’ll take you on a tour of the place when we are finished,” he said, chuckling at her as she strained her neck to get a better view of his house.
When he led her into a large bedroom, she sighed with awe of the view. She didn’t see the extremely large bed or the furniture that looked like it should be in a museum. All she saw was the mountains and the city spread out below. There was definitely a different feeling when one looked down from the mountains versus being inside of a tall building. She couldn’t quite define it, but the view was exceptional.
She stood in the middle of his bedroom, unaware that he’d released her hands and had disappeared into a closet. He came out a moment later and just stood about six feet away watching her as she stood enjoying the view. He admired her for several moments before he glanced at his watch. With a chuckle, he walked over to her. “Want some help taking off the sweater?” he asked, holding the large, flannel shirt up in front of her eyes.
Sierra looked at the shirt, confused and nervous. “Definitely not. I can take off my sweater by myself.” She took the shirt and glared up at him.
Drake shrugged and sat down on the bed, waiting. “Go ahead.”
Sierra took a step back. “I’m not doing a striptease for you,” she stated firmly.
Drake’s eyes went up and down her slender figure. “Pity,” was all he said. With a grin, he nodded towards the wall. “There’s a bathroom over there if you insist on being modest.”
She looked at the wall