Before We Kiss (Fool's Gold #14)

“Want me to show you those pressure points later?”


Dellina thought about how he’d made her feel the day before and that was without trying too hard. If he really put some effort into it, who knew what would happen?

In less than a second, her skin burned and she felt swelling in all the girl places.

“Is it possible to die from too good an orgasm?” she asked.

He grinned. “No.”

“Then, sure. Let’s have a lab experiment with the pressure points. You know my room number.”

“I do.”

* * *

FOR DELLINA, THE EVENING couldn’t pass quickly enough. The barbecue seemed to take forever. She’d never known people to eat so slowly. Part of it was how the other couples were so attentive to each other. She saw more than one pair feeding each other.

But as soon as the kids started to get sleepy, parents hurried away. She stayed until the last of their guests had headed upstairs, then checked with the staff to make sure everything was ready for the morning brunch.

Once her work was complete, she was free to leave. There was only one problem—she hadn’t seen Sam in over an hour. Had he forgotten their plans for the evening? Had he just been kidding?

This was what was difficult about sleeping with someone she wasn’t dating. There was no good way to ask. If she and Sam were actually together, then they would have a pattern. Or at least regular conversation. Although in truth, Sam had been with her for much of the weekend. And he’d been living with her for the past few days.

“I’m tired,” she told herself as she made her way to the elevators. “I’ll figure it out after all this is done.”

She would give him fifteen minutes after she was in her room, then she was going to take a shower and crawl into bed. While not as exciting as a couple of hours in his arms, being rested had its benefits.

She stepped out onto the floor and headed for her room. After using her card key, she let herself inside.

Her room was of the standard variety. A bed, a couple of chairs and a bathroom beyond. She had a view of the mountains, not that she’d had the chance to look at it. It wasn’t as if she’d had time to relax over the past couple of days. Still, she knew what to expect and what she found this evening was different.

The first thing she noticed was how a few of the lights were on, but not the bright ones. The covers had been pulled back on the bed and there was a standing ice bucket by the nightstand, along with a bottle of champagne.

She turned to her left and saw Sam sitting in one of the chairs. He was in shadow, but she could see enough of him to know he was wearing jeans...and nothing else.

Funny how the sight of a bare-chested, handsome man could get her tummy to dancing, she thought as she put her purse on the table by the door and stepped out of her flats.

“Did I give you a key to my room?” she asked.

He stood. “No.”

“I didn’t think so. Should I ask how you got in?”

“If you really want to know.”

He crossed to her. His expression was unreadable. Intense, she thought. Hungry. Unable to help herself, she put her palms flat on his chest and felt warm skin and hard muscle. He was sculpted and beautiful in the most masculine definition of the words.

She was tired and stressed from the weekend, ready for it all to be over. What she needed was sleep. What she wanted was him.

She slid her hands down his rock-hard belly to the waistband of his jeans. She unfastened the button, then lowered the zipper. His erection made the latter difficult, but she persevered. She tucked her thumbs inside the waistband, by his sides, and then pushed the denim down. As she moved she caught the top of the briefs and dragged them along.

When she reached about midthigh, he took over and shoved his clothes to the floor, then stepped out of them.

He was completely naked and she was, except for her shoes, fully dressed. There was something kind of cool about that, she thought. Exciting. Heat seemed to bubble up inside of her, making her skin extrasensitive. Just looking at him made her want to touch. Touching made her think about them being together, and that was more than enough to make her br**sts ache and her center swell.

He was aroused. His erection jutted toward her. She wanted him inside of her, but she wanted other things, too.

She stepped to his side and put her palm on his belly. Her pinkie and ring finger were nestled in the hair at his groin. She moved behind him. She rested her free hand on the small of his back before slowly―oh, so slowly―lowering it over his butt.

The curve was muscled and hard, like most of the rest of him. It was also warm, and touching him like this was arousing. She’d seen him play football the previous day. Sam really was a gifted athlete.