Bride shivered as Vane left her lips and trailed his kisses to her throat where he nibbled the sensitive skin there. His whiskers gently scraped her skin, making her burn even more as her breasts tightened with need. Good grief, he was so innately masculine. So incredibly hot. And every lick he delivered to her skin made her stomach contract.
This was so out of character for her. She didn't usually neck with men she knew like this. Never mind a perfect stranger.
And yet she didn't want to push him away. Just once in her life, she wanted something out of the ordinary. Deep inside she knew Vane would be spectacular.
Terrified of what she was about to do, she took a deep breath and braced herself for his rejection.
"Would you make love to me?"
Instead of the laughter she expected, he pulled back from nibbling her throat to look at the open windows of her shop. "You don't mind?"
Heat exploded across her face as she realized it was dark outside and anyone passing by on the street had a perfect view of the two of them necking like horny teenagers.
"Hold on," she said, scooting out of his arms to lock her door, flip her Open sign around to say Closed, and dim the lights.
She wished she still had an apartment to take him to, but maybe this was better.
If they left here together, she would most likely chicken out, which would be the smart thing to do.
Or he might change his mind.
No, she wanted to do this. She wanted him.
Taking his hand, she led him through her shop, toward the door to the back room.
As she opened the door, he pulled her to a stop.
Bride looked back to see him staring into the dressing room that was to her right. A wicked grin spread across his face. Walking backward, he led her into the room and shut the curtains.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
He pulled his T-shirt off, over his head.
Oh, dear heaven! Bride couldn't breathe as she got her first look at his bared chest. She'd known he had a great body, but this It exceeded anything from her dreams. His broad shoulders tapered to a washboard stomach that could do enough laundry for an entire nation. Forget six-pack, this man had eight, and they rippled with every breath he took. His entire torso was lightly covered by hair, making him look even more masculine and raw.
There were several deep scars that curved around his left shoulder and biceps, and one that looked strangely like an animal bite of some kind.
It was all she could do not to drool.
Or faint.
Really, no mere mortal woman should be in the presence of someone this fine and not need oxygen.
He opened the button on his jeans, then pulled her back into his arms. "Don't be afraid," he whispered. "I'll be gentle."
But that wasn't what she was afraid of. What she feared was his reaction when he saw what she looked like naked. Good grief, he didn't have an ounce of fat on him and here she was a good, solid size eighteen.
He was going to run screaming for the door any minute.
Instead, he reached up and pulled her hair down around her shoulders.
Running his hands through it, he pulled her lips to his so that he could ravage her mouth again.
She moaned in bliss. This man certainly knew how to use his tongue to his advantage. She could have kissed him all day.
Bride ran her hands over the lean muscles of his chest, amazed at how good they felt. She flicked her fingertips over and around his hardened nipples, delighting in the deep moan she heard from him. He moved to unbutton her dress.
"It's darker in the back room," she said.