“Oh, yeah.” I pulled the door open wider and stepped back. His eyes raked over me and I realized I was standing there in my nightie.
“What were you going to do with that?”
I looked at the statue I was clutching and set it back on the table. “I don’t know. Bash you on the head I guess.”
“I see.” He definitely saw something. His eyes were locked on me like laser beams. “I thought you slept in your underwear.”
“That was a joke.” I frowned.
“This isn’t so bad either.” He took a step forward, his fingers grazing the material along my waist. “Were you sneaking down here for a glass of milk?”
“Water.” My voice caught and I had to swallow to wet my throat. “Why are you here?”
“I told you I’d see you before I left.” He didn’t move his hand from my waist and his fingers were causing waves of need to wash through my body. “And I found out I have to go to Paris tomorrow afternoon.”
“Oh.” I chewed on my bottom lip. “Thank you.”
“I was hoping to catch you before you went to bed, but I never expected to find you dressed like this.” His fingers slid up a little farther to trace the thin strap.
“I wasn’t expecting company.” My fingers itched to run over his chest.
“What would you have worn had you been expecting company?”
“Shorts and a T-shirt, if I have any left after Chadwick packed my stuff. He hates them and made me go shopping.” I took a deep breath when he shifted closer to me. “Lucky you.”
“Lucky me.” His breath rushed over my skin and I shivered. “Why did you want to see me, Samantha?”
His fingers had moved to brush the hair off my shoulder and grazed along the skin of my collarbone. I don’t know if it was the wine or the fact that I didn’t want to fight it anymore, but I threw caution to the wind.
“Kiss me.”
“Not exactly a request.” His eyes darted down to my lips.
“It’s a demand.”
“About damn time.” His mouth crashed down onto mine as his arms wrapped around my body. I ran my hands over his chest while I greedily returned his kiss. When he pulled me against his body, I groaned in pleasure. Spinning around, he pinned me against the front door and I could feel the bulge in his pants pressed against my hip.
He pulled away from my mouth to trail kisses over my neck, his tongue flicking over the pulse point below my ear before he bit down gently. I let my head fall back against the door and moaned. His hands ran over my waist, down to my hips, and back.
“Jesus, I can’t get enough of you.” He whispered the words right before he captured my mouth in another scorching kiss.
He wasn’t the only one that couldn’t get enough. I’d opened Pandora’s box and there was no turning back. I pushed his jacket off his shoulders and he let go of me just long enough to let it fall to the floor. His hands slid up over my body, his thumbs tracing my ni**les through the material of the nightie. Fire ran over my skin, every cell in my body alive with need.
I ran my hands under his shirt to trace the ridges of his muscles before tugging the material up. He shrugged the shirt off quickly and threw it to the side. The moonlight poured in through the windows, making his eyes glow as he moved back to me. He slid his hands down to cup my rear and lifted me from the floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist and sighed in relief when he pressed his hard body against my hot center. His mouth teased my lips open and he kissed me as if he was drowning. I shifted my h*ps in a slow move, enjoying the feel of him between my legs. Then again, harder.
“Oh, f**k.” He pulled away from the kiss and groaned against my neck.
“I want you.” I whispered the words into his ear as I moved against him again. Forget caution. Forget willpower. I wanted Alex and I wasn’t going to fight it anymore.
He stepped away from the door, still holding me against him. I kissed along his jaw as he stumbled through the house and up the stairs. When we reached the landing he moved much more steadily and we were in my new room in no time. He set me down next to the bed and cupped my face in his hands.
“You’re sure you want this?” He was breathing heavily and pressed his forehead against mine. “There’s no going back.”
“I told you.” I traced the top of his jeans with my fingers before tugging at the button. “I want you, Alex. All of you. Right now. No more games, no more waiting.” Slowly I slid his zipper down before pushing his jeans off his hips.
“Are you on birth control?” He kicked his shoes off, stepped out of his jeans, and let his boxers go with them.
“Yes.” My breath caught in my throat. He was gorgeous. “Should I worry about you being tested?”
“Done. I’m clean.” He looked at me seriously. “You?”
“After my last boyfriend. No problems.”
Taking a step closer, he grabbed the bottom of my nightgown and pulled it over my head. His eyes ran over my br**sts and down to the tiny black panties I was wearing.
“I’ve wanted to undress you since I helped you with your zipper on the plane.” He wrapped a hand around the back of my neck, tilting my head up. “If we’d been alone, I would have torn that dress off right then.” His lips touched mine in a slow, teasing kiss while his free hand ran over the outside of my breast and down to my hip. “It was torture to leave you that night in your room.”