The Guy Next Door - By Lori Foster, S Donovan, V Dahl Page 0,110

that for one moment. So when he slanted his mouth over hers, Beth slid her fingers into his hair and clutched him tight.

Yes, yes, yes, her mind sang as they pressed closer. His looks might easily have turned out to be the best thing about him, but they weren’t. Not by a long shot. He smelled good and he tasted better, and he didn’t grab her ass or get impatient. No, Jamie Donovan did everything with slow deliberation.

He had experience, after all. He knew what he was doing.

His tongue swept against hers. His hand slid lower on her hip, fingers spreading out until they edged along the swell of her ass. Then he eased his hips close enough that her belly pressed snug against his erection. Unlike some men she’d dated, he didn’t hump her like a ninth-grade boy at summer camp. Instead, he just held her there, deliberate and patient. Beth would’ve melted into a puddle if she hadn’t been so intent on staying right where she was.

She didn’t know how long they kissed—one minute or twenty—but by the time he reached for the back of her strappy black dress, Beth nearly wept with relief.

The biting sound of the zipper sang through the room. His knuckles brushed down her skin. Finally, just at the base of her spine, the zipper caught. She expected him to pull her dress off immediately, and when he didn’t, anticipation buzzed just under her skin, so sharp it was nearly pain. He trailed his fingers down her naked spine, and she gasped against his tongue, spiking coolness into their kiss. She was surrounded by him. His cock pressed to her belly, his arms warming her ribs. His hands teasing her back.

He flattened his palm at the base of her spine, easing her even tighter into him. Heat spread through her like a craving, squeezing everything tight.

She needed to draw more air into her lungs, so she slid her mouth from his, and Jamie kissed along her jaw until he reached her arching neck.

A whimper snuck from her throat. In response to that soft sound, he growled. That low rumble told her everything she needed to know. He wanted her. He liked this. His hips pressed closer, and she rolled into his shaft in encouragement.

He seemed encouraged. A shudder ran through him and he scraped his teeth over the curve of her shoulder.

Urgency overtook her in a sudden wave. She clutched his hair in her fists, and when she guided his mouth back to hers, they kissed hard, like they were fucking already and vicious with it. Jamie gave up his campaign of slowness and pushed her dress down her body.

Her nerves were sent conflicting signals. His hands held her hips in a hot grip, his suit brushed cool against her naked skin. She shivered at the delicious sensation, but she wanted his heat all over, so Beth pushed his coat off his shoulders. He had to let her go to drop the coat, and when he took a step back and his gaze dropped…

His body froze. The coat fell to the floor.

He looked stunned as his gaze swept down her body. Appreciative, certainly, but dumbstruck, as well. His hungry shock gave her just the courage she needed to stand tall and let him look his fill. She knew the pale silk flattered her olive-toned skin. She knew her dark nipples pressed visibly against the thin bra. Her nipples beaded more tightly under his attention.

By the time his gaze worked its slow way back to her face, Beth’s cheeks felt flushed with pink arousal.

Slowly, he slid his hand behind her neck and lifted her face for one more kiss. “You’re breathtaking, Beth. Way past beautiful.”

Tonight, she was. She could feel it in the way his other hand shaped her waist before sliding down the curve of her hip. Tonight she was a woman who wore red heels and stockings and worked every inch of the outfit.

He nudged her toward the bed and she backed up. It wasn’t until her legs touched the mattress that Beth realized how weak her knees were. She lowered herself slowly as he reached for his tie. He pulled the silk knot free and slid the tie off. Five seconds later, his shirt was off, as well.

She wanted to ask for more time to look over his wide chest, but he was leaning over her, and Beth lay back hoping he’d follow. He did. Finally, the heat she’d been chasing all