Why they were acting like polite strangers, and not two people who’d nearly done the dirty in the middle of a crowded dance floor, was beyond her. She took the bull by the horns and stepped fully into the room, one foot in front of the other, until she stood close enough to peer over his shoulder. If he wanted to back out, then she wasn’t going to make this easy on him. She’d run far and fast at eighteen. For years, she’d done nothing but keep him at arm’s distance or farther. If he wanted to send her away, she wasn’t going to make it easy on him.
“Bottled water would be great, thank you.” She took the drink from him, noticing how he seemed reluctant to touch her.
Her mouth was so dry from the mix of being near him and the exertion of the past few hours. Twisting the cap and placing the opening to her lips, she took a long swallow. Her eyes opened to see his were trained on the low-cut top of her shirt. Glancing down, she saw the lace top of her bra was just peeking out of the edge. Shrugging, she took another much needed drink before setting the half empty bottle on the counter.
“Are you finished?” His deep voice rumbled. He licked his lips.
“Yeah, I think I am. If you are having second thoughts about this”—she waved a hand between them— “then just say so. I won’t throw a fit.” She wouldn’t let him see the hurt, even though his rejection would surely gut her.
“Sweetheart, I’m having fifth and sixth thoughts about this, but it’s not what you think. I’m just not sure what to do.” He spoke quietly, almost hesitantly.
She gasped and placed her hand over her heart dramatically. “Are you saying you’re still a virgin?”
“Dammit, woman,” he laughed. “I haven’t been a virgin since I was thirteen years old and, before you ask, no, I don’t kiss and tell.”
“Then what’s the problem? You say you want me. You’re not a virgin. We’re two consenting adults.” She shrugged again. “So what’s stopping you from coming over here and kissing me like you mean it?”
“If you put it that way,” he murmured, closing the short space between them, crowding her against the oval workstation. He placed both hands on the counter, bracketing her body between it and him. His head lowered, his lips firm and demanding, becoming more intrusive as he swept his tongue into her mouth.
She loved the no-holds-barred, take-no-prisoner way he kissed. After only a moment, or a thousand, of scrambling her brain, he peered into her eyes. What Lorenzo searched for she had no clue, but he must have found it. His nostrils flared, and he nodded, and then his body was flush against hers. When his head dipped again, Angel geared up for another round of his kisses, but all the preparations in the world couldn’t have prepared her for the masterful way he attacked her lips.
His left hand tangled in her hair, angling her head to take her mouth in a full-out assault. A tongue-thrusting swamping-of-the-mind kind of kiss that made her weak in the knees and sent her senses reeling into the stratosphere.
Everything went topsy-turvy and air whooshed out of her lungs as he tossed her over his shoulder.
“Mmm, this is a mighty fine view, kind sir.”
“Don’t sass me, woman. I’m being all caveman; you’re supposed to be upset. You know, beat my back or something.”
“But, it’s such a nice back,” she teased, slipping both hands into his back pockets and giving an experimental squeeze.
By the time he reached his room, she tingled all over. Her toes literally curled inside her shoes. He made her panties wet, and her sex pulsed with an overwhelming need to be filled.
He tossed her none too gently on top of one of the softest beds Angel had ever felt. She bounced three times before finally stopping, taking the first opportunity to look around and noticed it was a truly masculine room, softened with light, gauzy curtains tied-back. Leaning up on her elbows, she saw him take a deep breath and watched his hand lift and beckon her to him.
“C’mere, Angel.”
She had no recollection of scooting across the football field-size mattress. Was it really necessary to have such a large bed?
“I’m a big man, woman. Of course I need a big bed.”
Shit. Shit. She needed to put a filter on her damn mouth. “Yeah, but come on, this baby could sleep like twelve.”
His lips twitched, but, smart man that he was, he kept the full-blown grin she could see glimmering in his eyes from spreading. She’d fantasized about those lips. A lot of dirty, sexual things would flash through her mind at the oddest times, leaving her panting, and wanting things only he could give her.
Lorenzo leaned across the bed and gripped one of her ankles in each of his hands, tugging her towards him with gentle force. Her shirt rolled up, exposing her lace bra to his view.
She lifted her hands, rubbing over the fabric covered nipples, eliciting a growl from him.
“Angel, stay still. Hands down at your sides,” he ordered.
“Oh, bossy, are you?”