Page 84 of The Devil In Denim
All hers.
It was strangely satisfying. Scarily satisfying perhaps. She liked the thought a bit too much for comfort. Not for the fact that he was going to be putting all that gorgeous to uses she was sure to approve of in not too long, but for the fact that he was here. That he wanted to be here. That he’d said he would stay.
It felt … right.
Surely it was too soon for it to feel right? It was too soon to be thinking about him being all hers. This was New York. She should be dating multiple men and keeping her options open. Playing the game.
But somehow she wanted only this one. This new, unexpected, completely wrong, man.
Which possibly made her the world’s greatest idiot, but she couldn’t really bring herself to care too much about that right now.
Not while he was watching her with heat banked in his green eyes.
“Well, if you’re all mine,” she said, making her words slow and thoughtful. “What am I going to do with you?”
He smiled a smile as slow as her words. It stole over his face like a wave of pure sex. Her breath caught.
“What would you like to do with me?”
Everything. That was the word that sprang to mind. But how to explain everything?
Or even know what she wanted. She wanted to kiss him. Wanted him to kiss her. Wanted him naked on her bed while she took in every glorious inch of him. Wanted to bring him to his knees. Wanted to be on her knees.
“Whatever you’re thinking about,” he said in a low voice. “Keep thinking it.”
She felt her cheeks go red. “I?—”
“Want me to make some suggestions?”
Alex Winters talking dirty to her in person? That might just make her brain melt altogether. She crooked her finger at him. “No. Just come here.”
The chair almost fell backward as he stood. He caught it, righted it, and made it to her side in a satisfyingly short time.
She tilted her head, looked up at him. With her still seated and him standing it was a long way up and she let her gaze move slowly, starting with the bulge in his jeans and drifting upward.
“Take your shirt off.”
He arched an eyebrow but obeyed. Buttons were unbuttoned, cuff links loosened, and then the shirt dropped to the floor.
She hooked her hand into his belt, tugged him a little closer then spread her fingers over the flat of his stomach. The muscles were flat and tight and they tightened further at her touch. Smooth skin and a smattering of dark hair felt delicious under her palm. Warm and strong and undeniably male.
“Kneel down.”
He sank to his knees, which brought their faces nearly level. The expression on his face suggested he was enjoying this little interlude. Playing her game. He stayed still, just watching her, arms loose at his sides instead of reaching for her.
So she reached for him. Bent forward to kiss him. It took about a second for what she’d intended to be slow and leisurely to turn heated. God, he tasted good. What was it about him? She wanted to drink him down, and she tangled her tongue with his urgently as she slid from the chair to kneel with him, pressing up against him.
But he stayed still. Playing the game. Well, she’d started it, she’d have to finish it or let him know she wanted to change the rules. It was a dilemma. She liked this. Liked being the one in control, but her body was also voting for her to just stop fooling around and get on with things. Her head was spinning as she broke the kiss and whispered, “Touch me.”
Alex smiled. “Where?”
That made her head spin harder. She was meant to be in control, wasn’t she? So why was she the one who didn’t know what she wanted? Too many choices? Fast or slow. Hard or soft.
“Let’s start with here.” She took his hand and set it against her breast. His palm curved around her and he smiled again.
She pulled his head down as his fingers moved to her nipple, toying with the peak through the fabric of her tee. She moaned appreciatively into his mouth as they kissed again.
“More,” she whispered.
