Be strong. She lifted her chin, straightened her posture and walked with determined steps to the door.
All thoughts of being strong and dumping his sexy ass flew right out the door with her first sight of him on her front porch. Her jaw dropped open in surprise, her mouth going dry. He looked deliciously sexy with his hands stuffed in the front pockets of worn jeans, a black T-shirt stretched tight across his broad chest. He smiled at her, dimples flashing, brown eyes filled with sexual heat behind the wire frames of his glasses. Her heart skipped a beat and her entire body roared to life, eager for his touch.
Just one more time, what can it hurt? She could take it, she thought as she grabbed his hand and yanked him inside, kicking the door shut behind him. She pushed his big body against the door, flattened herself against him and pulled his head down.
“Nice to see you, too,” he murmured just before her lips captured his.
They kissed long and slow, wonderful lazy kisses. His tongue traced the outline of her lips and she opened her mouth to him, her tongue dancing with his. His hands slid up and down her sides, dragging her dress up with every pass until they slipped underneath, cupping her panty-clad ass.
She moaned into his mouth and pressed against him, unable to help herself. He got the message, lifting her, and she wrapped her legs around him.
“You’re strong,” she said, peppering tiny kisses all over his face, darting her tongue out to lick his skin.
“You’re light.” His dark hair rubbed against her face as he moved down to kiss her neck, nibbling the sensitive flesh.
A shiver consumed her when his teeth hit an extra touchy spot. “You’re sweet but I’m not that light.”
After they’d won the lottery, she’d been on a non-stop eating binge at the finest restaurants she could find. She had to be packing at least an extra ten pounds since she’d started.
“Mmm, you smell good. Taste good.” His lips were soft as they cruised up her neck, skimmed her jaw before finally settling on her mouth. He drank from her, his mouth languid, his tongue teasing and she clutched at him, sank her hands in his hair to keep him there, right where she wanted him.
Oh, the man could kiss. She could do this all night. So slow, so soft, utterly decadent. His tongue searched her mouth, wet and warm and tasting faintly of mint. She tunneled her hands into his silky hair, the dark strands wrapping around her fingers and she undulated against him, wanting more. His erection brushed against her, huge and urgent and her nipples hardened to almost painful points.
“Take me to my bedroom,” she whispered against his mouth, licking at his lips.
He lifted his head, glanced around. “Hell, where is it? Your house is huge. How much did you pay for this monstrosity again?”
Brittney tugged on his hair, making him yelp. “You should know and besides, there will be no talk of financial matters tonight, please. You need to focus on the task at hand.”
“Which is?” He smiled, dimples flashing again and her tummy fluttered at the sight of them.
She could look at those cute, sexy dimples over and over and never tire of it.