“Thanks. I like it too. It’s small, but it’s good for me.”
He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked through the door separating her tiny foyer from the living room. He stood in the middle of it to survey the space, taking in the small leaded windows above the two bigger ones, the fireplace, the door to her kitchen.
“Where were you?” she asked, moving into the room behind him, nerves jumping.
“Studio V.”
“Oh.”
He turned to face her. “Nice glasses. Very sexy.”
“Right.” She rolled her eyes.
“This is how you looked that morning at the hotel.” He stepped toward her again and her skin tingled. “I thought you were a teenager.”
She laughed. “You are so full of it.”
“No, seriously. A hot teenager.” He rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip.
“That sounds kind of pervy.”
“It does, doesn’t it?” He pushed some hair off her face. “How old are you?”
“Thirty-one. I don’t think I can pass for a teenager.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re not.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-nine.”
“Ack. Now I’m the perv.”
“A cougar.” His smile made her insides flutter. His hand lingered on her neck. “Shame on you.”
“Um…would you like a drink? Coffee?”
“I’ve had enough to drink tonight.”
She eyed him. “You don’t seem drunk.”
“Nah. Just had a few at the club.”
She wasn’t sure what to do. Invite him to sit down? Take him straight to her bedroom? She’d never in her life had a booty call like this.
So when he took charge, once again it was a relief. Dammit.
“Let’s sit down.” He moved to the couch.
At the office, in the advertising world dealing with colleagues and clients, she was totally in charge. Put her alone in a room with Levi and she was all “yes, sir”. She sat beside him, but he tugged her over so her back was against his chest and slid his arms around her. “I didn’t wake you up, did I?”
“No. I was reading.”
“I figured you were awake since you answered so quickly. If you were asleep I was going to feel like a tool in the morning.”
Her heart softened. His body was warm and his arms felt good around her. She leaned into his embrace. He nuzzled her hair and tingles slid down her spine.
“What did you do with your folks?”
“We went for dinner, then to see Jersey Boys.”
“Nice.”
“I’ve seen it before, but I enjoy it.”
His hands moved on her now, stroking her arm, lingering on the sensitive skin inside her elbow, one palm on her stomach. Her head fell back to his shoulder and he cupped her face to turn her toward him and kiss her.
Their mouths met with an instant surge of heat through her body, and she sighed as she opened to him, loving the taste of him, his tongue sliding inside to stroke hers. His thumb rubbed her cheek in front of her ear. Her core tightened.
“Soft skin,” he murmured. His fingers slipped under the loose camisole and caressed her belly. “And you taste good.”
“So do you.”
His hand dropped from her face, stroked down her arm. The other hand slid higher beneath the camisole. Her breasts swelled and ached in anticipation, longing for his touch and then it was there, his big hand covering one breast. His other hand left her arm and slipped between her legs, cupping her pussy. She drew in a long shaky breath, her blood scalding her veins.
“So hot,” he whispered in her ear. His lips caught her earlobe and gave a gentle tug. His fingers plucked at her nipple and heat darted straight down to where his hand was between her legs. She parted them to give him more access and he rubbed her through her yoga pants and panties.
He shifted their position on the couch a little more, leaning back into the cushions, spreading his own legs and lifting her onto his lap. Her head fell to the back of the couch beside his and her thighs parted even wider, one leg draped over his. The hand behind her back came up and fisted in her hair, holding her head. He continued to stroke and tease her until her body ached and burned. His hand moved back up to caress her lower belly then slipped inside the yoga pants. He paused to tug at the drawstring tie there, and then he had easy access into the loose, stretchy garment. His fingertips teased the edge of her low-rise panties and her pussy squeezed, aching and empty.