Page 72 of The Devil In Denim
That’s what they needed right now.
Slow. She laid her hands on either side of his head and bent to kiss him. Soft, slow kisses. Dragging her lips over his, tasting him and the Scotch. His mouth softened and opened and his tongue met hers.
The taste of Alex and Scotch was her new favorite thing, she decided. Someone needed to synthesize it, bottle it, turn it into Popsicles so she could take her time, lick it slowly, and let it melt onto her tongue. Her hips arched a little at the thought and Alex groaned as she pressed harder against him.
He let her go then, hands flying up to tangle in her hair.
Things were speeding up. She found her own hands working on his shirt buttons, greedy to feel his skin, to see him finally.
She pulled his shirt apart roughly and then leaned back to get a better look at what she’d bared.
Hard muscle. Warm flesh. The abs she remembered all too well.
She traced the path of the dark hair that arrowed down those abs, paused when she reached the button of his jeans, distracted suddenly from what she’d been doing by his sucked-in breath.
“You’re overdressed,” he said.
She shook her head. “Fair’s fair. You’ve already seen me. I want to see you.”
“How about a trade?” His hand went to his waistband, fingers settling over hers just at the button. “My jeans for your shirt?”
That seemed fair. After all, she was suddenly way too warm and clothing did seem somewhat overrated in this scenario. She shrugged off her sweater and Alex grasped the hem of her top and whipped it up and over her head before she could blink.
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Just for that…” She pushed herself off him and then tugged him to his feet. “Off with them, Winters.”
That earned her a lazy smile. He toed off his shoes, bent to pull off socks. When he straightened it was she who sucked in a breath. He looked like something out of a very expensive commercial. Shirt undone and hanging loose, jeans with one button undone. Bare feet. Very nice feet. There were male escort sites all over the world that could triple their business overnight with one shot of this man at this exact moment on their Web sites.
But they weren’t going to. Because tonight, he was all hers. All hers to appreciate in full. But that meant dealing with the rest of his clothes.
As good as he looked, she was willing to bet a large sum of money that the view was going to be even better without a stitch on.
She got to her feet, walked a few steps, then, without really thinking what she was doing, sank to her knees in front of him, tugging at his zipper.
“Maggie?” he said.
“Ssh, I’m busy.” She pulled the jeans down firmly and let him step out of them. Leaving him in plain black cotton boxer briefs that were currently having the limits of the manufacturing tolerance of their elastic tested. She smiled. Alex was a big guy. Tall. Well built. Apparently that extended to all of him. Including the parts that were currently telegraphing that they were pretty damned happy to see her.
“Maggie, as much as I’m in favor of doing anything that involves your current position,” Alex said, “I’m more in favor of finding out exactly where in this apartment you keep your bed.”
She craned her neck back to look at him. “You sure about that?” She laid her hand over his straining erection, leaned closer, and blew on the fabric right where the outline of the head of his cock was clear against the tight black cotton. “Really?”
He made a strangled noise. “Really.”
“But you got to do third base the other day and I didn’t.”
“We’ll come back to it,” he said with a determined tone. “Trust me, it’s not going anywhere.”
She arched an eyebrow. “I’m going to hold you to that.”
“You can do whatever you want to me,” he said fervently. He reached down and helped her to her feet. “Just take me to the damned bedroom.”
“So conventional.”
“So much for Saint Maggie.” His delighted smile made her warm all over. “Call me old-fashioned but I prefer comfortable for first encounters. I’ll give you all the unconventional your heart desires after this.”
“Truly?”
“Didn’t I say your wish was my command?”
