amused expression, eager to get the business out of the way so he could kiss her pink lips, to feel her soft body once again against his own. He liked the furniture, therefore, deal was done. They could now move on to the point in the evening where he took her into his arms and kissed her until she wasn’t able to think any longer.
“Because they cost too much money!” she replied, exasperated by his obtuseness.
He laughed and pulled her closer. “Did you make the bed with that mattress and comforter just for me?” he asked, changing the subject.
Julianna looked behind her and shook her head. “I didn’t do that. It’s the standard procedure to dress the pieces whenever a client is coming by to view them.”
He smiled down at her. “Ah, but the soft, full comforter gives me several ideas.”
It took her a moment to understand what he was thinking of and as soon as it hit her, she pushed against his chest, not really sure how she happened to be standing in his arms, his strong hands firmly holding her waist and sliding against the wool of her slacks. “Just get those ideas out of your head, James. We’re not doing that again tonight.”
He laughed and bent low to kiss her neck, nuzzling the soft skin and pushing her hair out of the way. He enjoyed the way her hair felt against his cheek and wished she would wear her hair down more often. “Why would we avoid such a perfect opportunity?”
She gasped when his hand slid up her back then around to the front, his large hand cupping her breast. She reached up to stop his hand’s momentum and pull it away, but his mouth captured hers and she lost track of her goal. Or possibly, a new goal occurred to her.
“James…” she said, intending to tell him to stop, but the words simply wouldn’t come out.
“Yes?” he asked and moved his mouth up to her ear lobe.
“We can’t do this,” she replied, but tilted her head so that he had better access.
“We seem to be doing it quite well already.”
She was just about to pull herself together when she felt his hand on her breast once again. Hadn’t she grabbed his hand and pulled it away? Obviously not, she thought as she arched into his palm.
James thought she was perfect. He loved the way she cried out after his thumb rubbed her hardened nipple through the soft fabric of her cashmere sweater. She took a deep breath, but it was unsteady and ragged. “James,” she started to say, but then his other hand slipped up and cupped her breast. Whatever she’d been about to say was lost as her body shuddered in reaction. Her hands moved from his wrists, sliding over the sports coat he was wearing to his shoulders, hanging on desperately while he nuzzled her neck, her collar bone, then back up to her ear.
“James…” she started to say again, not sure if it was going to be a protest but she couldn’t get the words out. Her hands needed….desperately needed to touch him. Her fingers moved higher, feeling the skin on his neck, moving lower along the open collar of his tailored shirt underneath the sports coat. “Too much,” she finally said.
James thought she was telling him that she was feeling too much and started to back off, but then her fingers moved out from his shirt and pushed his sports coat off his shoulders. She wasn’t telling him too much because of what he was doing. She was telling him that he was wearing too many clothes, too much material.
He groaned with both relief and an instantaneous surge of desire as he lifted her up into his arms and placed her on the solid mahogany dresser behind her. His hands moved down her body, all the way down so that his hands were right behind her knees. With a swift move, he simultaneously pulled her legs apart and slid her cute bottom to the edge of the dresser so that she was pressed against him. Her gasp and the widening of her eyes, before they slowly closed once again, her mouth falling open as the heat spread through her, told him that she was finally just as involved as he was. There was no turning back this time. His little ice princess was melting and he was more than happy to apply the heat.
His hands moved up her inner thigh, teasing her