He leaned in and breathed more of her wonderful scent. “Make it hard.”
She glanced past his waist and his cock responded. Her cheeks grew pink. “That’s an interesting proposition, but I honestly don’t understand how that helps Celine with Thane.”
Warmth lured him in, and he skimmed his lips below her ear. “It’s simple. You’re not forcing her to stay. Celine’s interested or she wouldn’t have come here in the first place. She won’t leave.” And they could continue in a quieter place where he’d follow the trail of her perfume. Throat to breasts and over her belly. From supple calves up her thighs. Tasting, teasing, driving her wild until she begged him to stop.
Lauren released an unsteady breath. “I see where you’re going with Celine, but we can’t—”
He kissed her, claiming the objection with the slip of his tongue over hers. Mouthwatering. Addictive. She was more inviting than anything he’d tasted. Her low moan more captivating than any piece of music he’d ever played. It took every bit of control not to haul her up on the piano, lift her dress, and extract every beautiful sound she could make. A shudder reverberated through him. He had to stop, but one kiss wasn’t nearly enough. He needed to touch her, hold her, have her.
Her gaze reflected what he wanted, but uncertainty shadowed her expression. She shook her head as if to clear it. “What am I doing?”
Not leaving, for one thing. The sight of her tongue painting a glimmer over her lower lip drew him back. Each restrained brush against her lips made him insanely harder. If Thane blew his chances with Lauren, he’d kick his ass. “Give Celine the keys, and find out.”
Chapter 2
Lauren unlocked the door to her townhouse. She hadn’t been able to think straight since giving Celine the keys and leaving the party. Had she made a mistake?
Reid slipped an arm around her waist. “You still okay with this?” He enveloped her in hard muscle and body heat.
Tingles radiated from a kiss low on her neck. Lauren’s knees grew weak. How could he find that spot every time? “Yes.”
“Good.”
One-night stands weren’t new to her. Serial dating had simply replaced a good, uncomplicated fling. Was she supposed to mention it ahead of time? She’d assumed he wanted the same thing. What if they didn’t? “Before we go in, there’s something I should tell you.”
He stiffened. “Are you married?”
“No. Of course not.”
“What?” He turned her around to face him. The porch light illuminated the humor in his expression. “Your eighty-pound German shepherd will tear me apart if I don’t behave?”
“No. I travel too much to own a pet.”
“The place is a mess?”
Not a chance. She couldn’t pass by a couch pillow without straightening it. No need to tell him that. She fiddled with the buttons on his shirt. “I only want sex.”
“That’s your big worry?”
“Yes. Sort of. Women are always hanging around after your shows. I assumed you’d be okay with a one-night stand, but then that’s labeling you. For all I know, you could be the hearts, flowers, and forever type.”
“Relax. You’re safe.” He intertwined his fingers with hers. “I’m not interested in anything long term.”
Great. A club full of guys, and she walked out with the commitment-phobe. Could she pick them, or what?
“But I’m into being with you.” Reid pulled her to him. “Here. Tonight.”
His mouth descended on hers and a wash of sensation spread through her middle.
Man hiatus, the hell-no list, she could set them aside for now. For Reid. Battery-operated pleasure would only leave her starving for him, dreaming of him. Only the glorious erection grinding against her sex could assuage the intense throb between her legs.
Hot, aggressive kisses fueled Lauren’s urgency. The tips of her breasts, full and heavy, rubbing, grazing against him spurred feverish desperation. She gripped Reid and dragged him into the townhouse.
She tossed her purse on the entryway table. The vase in the center wobbled.
He slammed the door shut and pushed her back against the cool wall. The bold sweeps and thrust of his tongue heightened restless need.
She tore off his shirt and buttons bounced on the tile. Perfectly formed chest muscle smoothed under her palms.
He made short work of her dress and bra. They landed in a puddle of fabric at her feet. His eyes darkened as he cupped her breast and thumbed her nipple. He leaned down and sucked one sensitive peak and then the other. Awareness radiated with a flush of decadent heat.
He trailed open-mouthed kisses up her throat, his erection against her belly. Without thinking twice, she unfastened his jeans and eased down the zipper. His hard, heated shaft warmed her palm as she circled and squeezed.
He hissed out a breath and grabbed her wrist. “Keep that up, beautiful, and it’ll be over before we get started.”
She nudged him back and slid down her bikinis. “Then let’s not wait.”