felt as eloquently as Jodi.
When they arrived at his hotel and he let them into the room, nerves struck him. Absurd nerves. He was a grown man. He’d had sex with plenty of women in his lifetime. Never once had he ever worried about it before.
But, none of them were Jodi. She mattered more to him than anyone ever had. This wasn’t some random hookup or a girl he was dating. This was a woman he intended to spend his life with. He wanted this to be perfect for her. When he was done making love to her, he wanted her to be certain beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was it for her. He wanted to see the most blissful expression on her face, one he would remember for the rest of his life.
Tuck dropped her bag next to the bed and turned around to face her. He couldn’t help but smile. She looked so damn cute coming toward him with a wicked grin on her face, her head cocked to one side, her curls falling over her shoulders, her hands tucked in her back pockets. Stalking him.
He wanted to freeze this moment as he searched her face. Even though she was wearing nothing but jeans and a T-shirt, looking at her made his cock hard. When she got close enough, he pinched the edge of her loose-fitting black T-shirt with the royal blue bar logo in the corner—the same one she was wearing the day he met her. “What happened to the tank tops?” he teased.
She shrugged nonchalantly. “Now that we’ve caught the dealer, I didn’t figure I needed to lure him in anymore. Funny how in the end the dealer was actually a woman. Someone I know. Someone who was not the least bit interested in what shirt I was wearing.”
He chuckled. “So, you decided to go back to your old ways?”
She flattened her hands on his chest and grinned. “Actually, I’m conducting an experiment.”
“What experiment is that?” He was close to chuckling. This was going to be good.
“We can’t really know if business picked up because I gave everyone cleavage to look at or if it was because we hired a famous sexy bouncer. I figured if I eliminated one factor, we’d know.”
He laughed now, sliding his hands around to her ass so he could slip his fingers between hers in her pockets. “By that theory then, if business goes back to usual, I’ll be fired, and we’ll have to get a pole for the dance floor and move you to a new position.”
She giggled. “We don’t have a dance floor.”
“Yet,” he joked. He was only half joking. It wasn’t a bad idea. The dance floor. Not the pole.
“How long would you let me prance around wearing nothing but a thong?”
He narrowed his gaze and growled at her playfully. “We’ll never know.”
“Why’s that?” She giggled again.
“Because business is going to continue to go up. I’m a celebrity. Haven’t you heard?” He leaned in and took her lips before she could respond, kissing her with the same passion as he had an hour ago in her apartment.
She melted against him as she pulled her fingers out of her pockets and smoothed her hands around to his ass. “Mmm,” she hummed when he finally let her breathe. “I’ve always wanted to have sex with a celebrity.”
“Now’s your chance.” He kissed a path to her ear next, enjoying the way she shivered when he hit the sweet spot right behind her lobe. He slid his hands up under her shirt, flattening his palms on her smooth warm skin for the first time. His heart raced. She was his. Finally.
Unable to wait another second to see more of her, he whisked the shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor. He was shocked to find her wearing a sexy black bra. One that was barely existent. More lace than anything else. “Jesus, Jodi.” He was breathless as he leaned back a few inches to let his gaze wander over her chest. “I thought I knew all your bras,” he whispered as he traced a finger along the upper swell of her breasts. “Since you’ve been wearing those damn tank tops that covered almost nothing, I’ve seen hot pink, green, navy, even plain white. I’ve never seen this one.”
She licked her lips. “My goal in those tank tops was to tease with a bit of cleavage, nothing more.”
He chuckled. “I’m glad. I might have had a heart