“Why do women insist on having so many pillows on a bed? You only need one to put your head on.”
Kate laughed, the sound rippling through him like waves. “We want the bed to be cozy and inviting.”
His heated gaze fixed on her. “Your bed is always inviting.”
Kate’s smile faltered and her pupils dilated. She licked her lips as her gaze traveled down the length of his body and stopped at his crotch.
That was all the encouragement he needed.
***
Kate’s breath caught in her throat as Braxton stalked around the bed until he was face to face with her, closing the distance between them. Her nipples peaked against her shirt, the heat radiating off his hard body too much to ignore.
She needed to stop him before things went too far. They shouldn’t be looking at each other like they were. They weren’t even in her bedroom.
Somehow her head didn’t relay any of that information to the rest of her sex-starved body.
Braxton wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her against him. His dilated gray eyes stared down at her like she was the prey to his predator. His mouth came down on hers, possessive and hard. She didn’t even have time to draw in a breath before his tongue was inside her mouth.
Kate fisted her hands in his silky, blue-tipped hair and clung to him, wishing they didn’t have clothes between them. She needed him inside her now.
He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his narrow waist. He pressed her back against the wall, grinding against her already damp panties.
“Braxton,” she panted. Her heart beat loudly in her ears as her stomach quivered. “This is a bad idea.”
“Feels like a pretty good idea to me.” His teeth nipped at the sensitive spot beneath her ear.
“Looks pretty good, too.”
Braxton stilled. Kate held her breath. Looking across his shoulder, she saw Felicity standing there with her fellow writers behind her, all looking very entertained.
“Oh, my God.” Kate buried her face in Braxton’s shoulder. How could she face her clients now?
“Well, don’t stop now,” Danielle whined as she held up a pen and notepad. “You were just getting to the good stuff.”
She lifted her face and unwrapped her legs from Braxton as he let her slide to the floor. She averted her gaze as she smoothed down her clothes.
“Damn it, Felicity. I told you not to interrupt them. Now how am I going to write my sex scene?” Myrtis scowled.
“You’re going to have to do more than just watch someone have sex to write a good sex scene, Myrtis.” Felicity snorted.
Myrtis glared at the younger girl. “Just because I’m older doesn’t mean I don’t know what goes on in a bedroom.”
“Knowing what goes on and getting it down on paper to make women hot are two different things. I’ve told you a hundred times, when you write a sex scene you need a deeper point of view. Stop telling what he’s doing and start showing what he’s doing. You know with his hand, his mouth, his cock.”
Braxton paled. “I’ve got to go help Damon.”
Kate scowled at Braxton’s retreating back, irritated that he was leaving her alone with these women.
“So how long have you two been a thing?” Felicity smiled.
“Are you two going to get married?” Danielle cocked her head.
“How’s the sex?” Lynn pushed her glasses up on her nose.
Kate stared at the group as her face heated. “Please, don’t hold anything back.”
Barbara chuckled. “You’ve got to forgive us, Kate. Writers are a different breed. We like to live in our heads, our own fantasy worlds. When we actually see the love and chemistry between a couple like you and Braxton, it gets us all excited.”
Her stomach bottomed out. “Like me and Braxton?”
“It’s not just the way he touches you. It’s the way he looks at you.” Felicity sighed. “Wish a guy would look at me like that.”
Kate bit her lip trying to stifle the words, but her curiousity got the better of her. “How does Braxton look at me?”
“Like you’re his everything.” Barbara smiled.
Hot tears burned the backs of her eyes. If that was true then maybe, just maybe, Braxton wanted her just as much as she wanted him. And not just in bed.
“I don’t know what to say.” Kate busied herself by picking up a wet towel and avoided meeting their eyes.
“How long have you two known each other?” Myrtis asked.
“Not that long.”
“Say, he’s not in any kind of trouble, is he?” Myrtis narrowed her eyes.
Kate jerked her head up. “Of course not. What makes you ask that?”
Myrtis’ gaze relaxed and she shrugged. “Just making sure he’s not the killer that’s running around town.”
Kate felt the blood leave her face.
“Good grief, Myrtis, leave Kate alone. Of course Braxton’s not a murderer.” Felicity snorted.
“That’s good to know. I would hate to write my next book based on a murderer.” Lynn unplugged her computer and settled in the middle of the bed.