Show Time (Juniper Ridge Romantic Comedies #1) - Tawna Fenske Page 0,54

can’t wait to get my hands on her body, but I can do this all night if she needs reassurance. “Whatever you need, Vanessa. If you want to cuddle or make out or—”

“Let’s do it.” She pushes her plate aside and grins.

My heart nearly explodes through my chest. “Really?” I let out a slow breath. “You’re sure.”

“Positive.”

I stand up so fast I knock over my chair, startling Roughneck from his nap on the sofa. I gather up our plates and rush them to the kitchen counter. When I return to the table, Vanessa’s fiddling with the top button on her blouse. “Are you nervous? Because I’m a little bit nervous, but—”

I pull her close and kiss her slow and soft and deep. When I draw back, I look right into her eyes. “I’m not nervous. But we can take this as slow as you like.”

Her eyes flash with hunger. “Not nervous anymore.” She licks her bottom lip. “Kiss me again.”

So I do, taking it slower this time. As my lips touch hers, I thread my fingers through her hair. It’s unbelievably soft, but no match for her mouth. She moans as my tongue grazes hers, pressing her body against mine.

When I draw back this time, we’re both breathless. “Dean,” she breathes. “Take me to bed right now.”

I don’t need another invitation. I take her hand in mine, thankful I know the floor plans for all the cabins. I make a beeline for her bedroom, fighting to keep myself from sprinting. We’ve got all the time to do this right.

Roughneck sighs as we pass him on the couch, resting his head on his paws and regarding us with a look of intense boredom.

There’s a lot I’m feeling right now, but boredom’s not on the list. Excitement. Desire. A little bit of nerves, if I’m being honest. I haven’t been with anyone since Andrea, but I push her out the door of my mind like an unwelcome guest. There’s only room for Vanessa here.

“Oh, good.” She turns to me at the threshold of her door and smiles. “I remembered to make my bed.”

Her bed could be covered in ants right now, and I wouldn’t care. “I’m definitely judging whether you have hospital corners.”

She laughs and pulls me inside. “The bed just arrived a few days ago. It’s really comfortable.”

My mind struggles to stick with the conversation about beds instead of what I want to do on one. “I like your throw pillows.”

“Thanks.” She surveys the rainbow row of them. Square, round, cylindrical, and in every bright color I can imagine.

I expect her to have some ritual for setting them neatly aside, so I’m surprised when she drops back on the bed, grabbing my hand to pull me with her. “Don’t make me wait any more.”

“Me?” I laugh, grateful for the invitation as I ease back on top of her. I’m careful to brace my weight on my elbows, not wanting to crush her.

But Vanessa wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me in tight. “You,” she breathes, kissing the side of my neck. “I’ve wanted you so much.”

“Same.” I murmur it against her throat, kissing a warm, gentle path into the space between her breasts. “You have the softest skin.”

She laughs and draws her hands to the sides of my face. “Kiss me, Dean.”

I move back up, melding my lips with hers. This time, the kiss is urgent and hungry. I try to hold back, but she’s urging me on with her tongue against mine and the soft little moans in the back of her throat.

When she draws back, she’s wild-eyed and panting. “Dean,” she says, thrilling me with the sound of my own name. “God, you’re good at that.”

I laugh and kiss her again. “That’s Goliath,” I say between kisses. “Or He-Man.”

“Or Waldhar the Wonder Penis Warrior?” She giggles, but it turns to a groan as I cup her breast through her shirt. “Oh, God.”

“That works, too.”

I can’t stop kissing her, laying claim to every inch of her flesh. Collarbones, breasts, that narrow trail down her abdomen as I unbutton her blouse and tug it from her skirt. The sight of her lacy pink bra fills me with a fresh wave of desire.

Dropping a kiss into the hollow of her waist, I move to her belly button. I’m fighting to go slow, to give her a chance to catch up.

“Dean. Don’t stop.”

Thank God. Her moan fills my ears as I hike up her skirt and slip between her thighs. There’s