his brain crashed in one big wave toward the hard-on throbbing behind the zipper of his jeans.
“I need you to kiss me everywhere.”
Immediately rewarding her with kisses along her jawline, and then against one earlobe, as he pulled the very sensitive flesh between his teeth and she shuddered in pleasure, he was even more amazed by how well she covered up her sensuality on a day-to-day basis. Especially when it ran this deep, when her response to every kiss, to every touch, floored him...and made him desperate for more of her.
Hovering on the precipice of taking her on his living room rug, Smith forced himself to mount the stairs to his bedroom instead. She held onto him with one arm around his neck, the other holding the dessert box dangling from her fingertips.
Every time he’d imagined making love to her, he’d envisioned making her lose control. But when he finally stood at the foot of his bed with the one woman he desired above all others in his arms, Smith finally understood that he’d gotten it backward. Because with nothing more than a handful of kisses, Valentina had taken complete charge of his body, his arousal.
Still, as he lowered his mouth to hers in another soft kiss, and she trembled in his arms, he loved knowing that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t the only one losing all semblance of control.
He lowered her to his bed, and when the dessert box finally slipped from her hand onto the covers, he slid his fingers through hers. They stared at each other for several long moments, and he swore he could hear the beating of her heart, and his, racing with each other.
Fast.
Dangerous.
And so damned right.
Finally, he leaned his weight into hers, and held her steady beneath him as he took her mouth again and again, her taste more and more addictive with every kiss. Just as generous with her kisses as she was with everything else she did, she held nothing back as she pressed into him, wrapping her jeans-clad legs around his hips to bring him closer.
Hotter.
Sweeter.
More, he thought when he couldn’t get enough of her mouth, or of the sleekly sensuous curves moving beneath him.
“Too many clothes,” he murmured against her neck as his fingers found the hem of her sweater, her stomach warm and sensitive even under the cotton shirt that still separated his fingertips from her bare skin.
Even as he reached for her, she was running her own fingers beneath his shirt, and over the muscles of his abdomen, which rippled beneath her touch.
“Yes,” she agreed with a nip to his earlobe, “too many.”
He had to take her mouth again, their tongues swirling together until he needed to draw away for a split second to pull her sweater and shirt all the way off. Her br**sts rose and fell with each breath and when he looked at her again, he saw that she wore the simple black bra better than any supermodel could have.
“Thank God,” he said as he reached out and ran one finger over the swell of first one breast, and then the other, “you’re finally here with me.”
Again, she trembled beneath his barest touch, and he loved watching her lose control so much that even though he was dying to taste her again, he held back long enough to brush his fingertips over the incredibly soft skin at the swell of her br**sts one more time.
Barely a heartbeat from ripping off her clothes and just taking her with absolutely none of the finesse or gentleness that he usually gave to his lovers, Smith tried to force some rational thought back into his brain. Maybe, he thought with more than a little desperation, putting her on top would save them both from moving too fast this first time.
A moment later, he was pulling her over him so that she had to brace her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. Her hair came down around them like a curtain of honey-colored silk, her gorgeous br**sts nearly slipping free of her bra.
Ah, yes, he thought, it was the perfect position for him to lie back and really appreciate, to take the time to savor Valentina’s beauty.
Only, when she smiled down at him, a sensual lift of her gorgeous lips that had his breath catching in his throat and his entire body heating up at least another ten degrees, he realized his mistake.
He’d need to be locked up in a cell with the key thrown away and the