“Now?” She bit her lower lip, holding it between her teeth.
He leaned forward and used his teeth to pull it free. “Yeah. Got a problem with that?” he asked, his lips brushing hers as he spoke.
She shook her head ever so slightly. “No, I don’t.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Greer shut the door to the game room, then faced Remi. His desire felt like a vise around his ribs, compressing his chest. He didn’t touch her. She stepped back against the hallway wall. He moved with her.
“I’ve been thinking about us,” he said.
She smiled. He didn’t. “What are your thoughts?”
“My head said you look like a heartbreak. My soul said you might be the one. My mind said shut it down, get out now. My heart said open up.” He shrugged. “And after that, there’s nothing, ’cause the heart’s spoken. So I’m in, Remi. All the way.”
She reached over and fingered the leather wrapped around his wrist. Just that slight touch made his body quake. He shoved his hands in his pockets to keep from grabbing her. She stepped closer to him, her face lifted to his. He leaned into her, his head bent to hers.
“I’m in, too, Greer.”
She flattened her hands to his chest, for balance, not resistance. His rigid cock made his jeans too freakin’ tight. He met her halfway, holding himself from actually connecting their mouths. He wanted to freeze this moment, remember everything about the night. Watch it like he did the glycerin bubbles Casey and Zavi blew into the wind.
Her hands moved up his body, to his shoulders. His lips parted. God, he wanted her. She looked at his throat as her hands captured his neck. Muscles in his cheeks clenched. His nostrils flared. And then her lips were there, on his throat. When she licked his Adam’s apple, he was undone.
He tore his hands from his pockets to hold her, pulling her with him as he fell back against the heavy wooden door to the game room. His legs parted, and she moved between them.
He fisted her hair and brought their mouths together. The first touch of her tongue sent a shiver down his spine. He didn’t let go of her hair, even as his other hand circled around to her hip. He lifted her slightly, rubbing her body against his. He wondered if she could feel the hard ridge of his boner, even through their clothes. He could sure feel the softness of her body.
The kiss slowly ended. Her eyes opened, looked into his. He straightened, backing her into the hallway. He held her waist and leaned over to kiss her cheek, her chin, that space behind her ear.
She groaned. He pushed her against the hallway wall. Taking hold of her hands, he lifted them above her head, then pushed a knee between her legs. She arched against him. He leaned forward and caught her chin between his teeth, meeting her eyes as he drew his teeth over her skin.
Her breath was coming fast in short puffs. “Greer, I want you so badly, I don’t think I can stand much longer.”
He grinned. “We should get you off your feet, then.” Bending slightly, he scooped up her legs across one of his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding tightly as he took long strides to the stairs.
“Where are we going? Your room or mine?”
“Mine. Kiss me,” he ordered.
Remi caught the side of his face, pulling him to her as he went up the stairs. Her lips were soft on his. She owned his mouth. He gave himself over to the sensations she stirred in him. His arms tightened around her. He stopped midway up the second turn of stairs to focus on kissing her.
When his tongue, teeth, and lips had leisurely tasted hers, he lifted his head to look at her. “Open your blouse.”
She bit her bottom lip, almost hiding her slight smile as she looked around them. “What if someone sees us?”
“Then they’ll know I’m about to fuck the most beautiful woman in the world. Do it.”
She still had an arm around his neck, so she could only release the buttons with one hand. Her fingers moved clumsily, opening her shirt just past her bra. He watched the flesh she slowly bared, his gaze lingering on the white lacy material of her bra. The difference in color between the crisp white and the creamy color of her skin was fascinating.
He lifted her body to his mouth. She was lighter than the weights he lifted. Her skin was like velvet. He pressed one side of his face to the soft flesh above her bra, pulled a long breath of her scent. It must have sent a current of air along her skin, for her ribs lifted upward.
They reached the top of the stairs. A few long strides brought them to his room. She opened the door. He walked inside and kicked it shut. The pale, late evening light spilled through the sheers, casting a lavender blue glow about the room.
He lowered her to her feet, keeping an arm around her. Her hands moved over his body as if she needed to touch all of him. His waist, his chest, his shoulders, his arms, never breaking the kiss. Her warm breath, puffing near their mouths, excited him.
He loved the way she responded to him. She was never still in his arms. She moved hungrily, taking and giving, experiencing the feel of her body against his. He pulled her shirt up and off. She lifted his tee, pushing it up his chest until he tugged at the neckline and dragged it over his head, discarding it on the floor.
She kicked off her sandals. He did the same, then reached for the waist of her jeans and unfastened them. She moved his hands away and pushed them down her hips, exposing a pair of white, stretchy boy briefs.
His hands felt unsteady as he touched her shoulders, feasting his eyes on her bared body. He ran his palms down her arms, then up again to slip them down her back.