He held the material of her dress bunched in his hands, his breathing heavy, that hot, panty-melting look doing nothing to cool her libido.
She thought he was stopping things. This most definitely didn’t appear to be a thudding halt. And when he grabbed her butt and lifted her, he said, “Wrap your legs around me.”
Maybe they were heading to the bedroom after all. She laid her hands on his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his hips as he carried her toward the bedroom.
But he stopped in the kitchen and placed her on his countertop.
Oh, my.
She’d always been a strictly bedroom type of woman. But as Gray pulled her shoes off, then pushed her dress over her hips, she was beginning to see the benefits of out-of-bed experiences. This was decadent, air from the vent of the air conditioner pouring down over them as he reached for her panties. And thank God she’d worn something other than random white ones.
“These black lacy things are sexy,” he said as he drew them down her legs. “You wear them for Cal?”
“There wasn’t a chance in hell that Cal McClusky was going to see my underwear tonight.”
He gave her a wicked, half smile as he looked up at her. “Good to know. Is that why you wore this hideous dress?”
“Hey. It’s not that bad.”
“Yeah, it is. It’s like a dress a nun would wear. You wore it to be sexless, didn’t you?”
She shrugged. “Maybe.”
“You couldn’t be sexless if you wore a dress made out of porcupine quills, Evelyn.”
He smoothed his hands up her legs, then circled her inner thighs with his thumbs.
“Because you are one hot woman, and no matter what you wear, you outshine it.”
Oh, he was smooth, and said all the right things. She melted under his questing fingers.
He tipped his gaze up to meet hers. “But underneath? This underwear is sexy as hell.
Does the bra match?”
She was finding it hard to breathe with him touching her like that. “Yes.”
“Let’s have a look.”
As if he undressed women every day—and for all she knew, maybe he did—he reached behind her and deftly drew her zipper down, then raised her dress over her head. He tossed it on the chair by the table, then took a step back.
“Wow. Yeah, I like that bra. Let’s take it off.”
The clasp was on the front. Gray, apparently being a master of all things women wore, seemed to instinctively know that. With two fingers he flicked it and it came apart for him. Evelyn tried not to think about how many women he’d undressed before in this very trailer, because tonight he was only undressing her.
He drew the cups aside and she wriggled out of the bra, handing it to him so he could add it to her pile of clothing.
She swallowed, her throat going dry as he stared at her. She had a decent body— nice-sized breasts and she worked out—but whenever she had sex, they usually just got right to it. She wasn’t used to being looked at for as long as Gray looked at her.
When he laid his hands on her thighs, she trembled.
“Cold? Nervous?”
“Maybe a little nervous.”
He raised a brow. “Why?”
“Well, first, you’re still dressed and I’m naked. And second, you’re staring at me.”
He drew his sleeveless shirt off, baring his chest. And wow, what a chest, exactly as she imagined. Well sculpted, with an amazing set of abs. She’d really like to map his stomach with her tongue.
He reached for the button of his jeans. “I’m staring at you because you have a beautiful body, Evelyn.”
She took a deep breath, not knowing what to say in response to that. And then she lost all thought because he dropped his jeans to the floor.
He’d gone commando, and oh, now that he was naked? Those fire suits didn’t do him justice. And with a very thick erection to add to that amazing body?
Perfection.
“You’re hot,” she blurted, then realized she’d said it out loud.
He laughed. “Well, thank you,” he said, moving from between her legs to cup her neck between his hands. “I think you’re hot, too.”
Her pulse beat wildly against his hand as he took her mouth in a kiss that wasn’t at all as gentle as his first kiss had been. This one was filled with need and passion, fueling the fire that had begun the first moment she’d laid eyes on him.
He kissed her jaw, then dragged his tongue across her throat. Her eyes closed, Evelyn held on to his shoulders, her * damp with desire as he grabbed her earlobe with his teeth and tugged before circling it with his tongue.
“I’d like to know what else you can do with that magical tongue of yours.”
He lifted his head and looked at her. “I can lick your * until you scream.”
She raised her chin. “I do not scream.”
He arched a brow. “Wanna bet?”
She let out a resigned sigh. “I hate to disappoint you, but I tend to be a little on the . . . reserved side.”
“Is that right? You, the one who just asked me what I can do with my tongue? That doesn’t sound reserved.”
“Not that way. I mean I’m quiet. It’s become a necessity because of the condo I live in. Very thin walls.”