“How about I help you decide,” he offered then his head dipped and his lips slid across my jaw and that felt nice, coupled with his hands still moving on me, I did another shiver.
I pulled myself together. “No, I need to make the decision on my own. I’m compiling a mental pros and cons list of whether I should explore things with you.”
His head came up, his lips in a minor grin but the dimples were there. One of his hands stilled but the other one came out of my nightshirt, lifted and ran along my hairline.
“What you got?” he whispered.
“You’re bossy, arrogant, intrusive, annoying and you crushed Troy like a bug without thought or remorse. Those are cons,” I shared honestly.
His minor grin amplified.
See! Totally unrepentant.
“Oh, and you don’t listen to me,” I added.
More grinning then, “Do I have anything going for me?”
“On the very rare occasion you can be sweet, you’re a cuddler and you carried me out of a burning building. Those are the pros.”
“I’m a cuddler?”
“You spoon.”
His brows went up. “That’s important enough to put on your list?”
“Uh… yeah.”
He stared at me, grinning nearly at a smile then he noted, “Fuckin’ ridiculous what women think is important.”
My eyes got squinty and I snapped, “Con!”
The grin became a smile when he whispered, “You forgot a pro, baby.”
“No,” I corrected. “So far, that list is exhaustive.”
His hand in my nightshirt moved up and the warmth of it cupped my breast. I sucked in air and stilled, then melted and let out the air on a quiet gasp when the skin of his palm slid across my nipple.
“Definitely a pro,” he muttered while watching my face then his head dropped and he kissed me. This was a triple threat because his tongue in my mouth, his hand at my breast (now with thumb action that was nice) and his hard, heavy body pinning mine to the bed was irresistible.
He was right, definitely a pro.
His mouth released mine, his thumb stopped its brilliant torture and his fingers cupped my breast and I found my fingers curled around the back of his head, my other arm tight around his back and one of my calves had moved to hook around the back of his thigh.
I was gazing up at him firm in the knowledge that I wanted to discover quick when he grinned and his warm hand gave my breast a firm squeeze.
“See what I mean, baby?” he whispered. “Definitely pro.”
I blinked. Then I stiffened.
Then I stated, “And see what I mean, baby? Definitely arrogant.”
He did that manly, deep, amused chuckle, dipped his head, kissed the indentation at the base of my throat, his hand disappeared from my breast and he rolled off me, taking me with him. We were on our feet beside the bed, his arms around me, before I could blink.
“You need to work, get shit done,” he declared. “Tonight I need you focused.”
“On what?” I asked.
His face got closer and his arms got tighter. “On me.”