He put down his beer, then took her hand and pulled her into his arms. She set her bottle on the wall so she wouldn’t spill it down his back. She’d tried resisting him, but it was a lost cause and wrapping her arms around those broad shoulders was inevitable.
As her hands clasped behind his neck, his arms circled her waist and pulled her close. “You don’t dance in your kitchen? You know, when you’re all alone?”
“No. I don’t dance in my kitchen, even when nobody’s looking.”
“You should. It’s good for the soul.”
No, good for the soul was swaying in his arms to the rustling, chirping music of the night as the water-reflected moonlight rippled over them. Okay, maybe not good for the soul, but it sure as hell was good for her body.
“Are you going to get all prickly on me if I try to kiss you?”
She tilted her head back so she could see his face. “I guess that depends on how well you kiss.”
Kevin’s eyes smoldered at the challenge—and invitation—and he threaded his fingers through her hair so he could tilt her head to just the right angle. Her eyes slid closed and she sighed—a soft, breathy sound she couldn’t believe she’d made—as he touched his mouth to hers.
The man could kiss and, as the aching desire of the present wrapped up with the steamy memory of her dreams, her body practically trembled with need.
“Stay with me tonight,” he whispered against her mouth.
Some logical voice in the back of her mind wanted to argue against staying, but she didn’t want to hear it. “Yes.”
He took her by the hand and, after they grabbed their beer bottles, they raced across the manicured lawn. They slowed down in the hall, where she hoped they wouldn’t run into any of the staff as they dumped the bottles in the trash, and then tried their best to behave in the elevator.
Kevin managed to unlock and open the door to his room one-handed, his other hand still holding hers, then he closed it behind them and pressed her up against the wood.
“Watching you tonight and not being able to touch you was killing me,” he said, and then lowered his mouth to hers.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and lost herself in the kiss, aware that even as his tongue danced over hers, he was slowly and not so stealthily trying to unbutton her shirt one-handed. It had been way too long since she’d been kissed, never mind had a man’s hand on her, so she pushed his hand aside to hurry it along. As his tongue brushed hers and their breath mingled, she unbuttoned her shirt and then slid her fingertips under his, feeling the solid muscles twitch under her touch.
Then his hands were on her shoulders, sliding her shirt off, and she let him go so it could drop to the floor. She dropped her bra after it. His gaze raked over her, the look in his eyes as smoldering hot as his touch.
His shirt joined hers at their feet as he stripped down to just his pants and then, before she was quite finished admiring the broad expanse of naked chest, his hands and mouth were on her again. When he lifted her off the ground, she wrapped her legs around his waist and held on to his neck.
His kiss grew more urgent and she couldn’t stop her moan when he backed her up against the door. With the cool wood against her skin and his hips between her thighs, her body trembled in anticipation.
Kevin licked his way down to her breasts, where his tongue flicked across one nipple, and then the other. “You are so…freakin’…hot.”
She didn’t want to talk. She wanted those hips moving against hers as they had while they danced in the moonlight, but without any clothes between them.
As if he could read her thoughts, he turned and started toward the bed. She laughed when he dropped her onto the mattress, but the sound died in her throat when he dropped his pants and boxer briefs in one smooth motion.
Oh yes, staying was definitely the right decision.
Ten minutes later, he had her naked too, and so desperate she was horrified when a frustrated growling sound tore from her throat. He only chuckled and kept right on teasing her—kissing and licking and touching her, but never quite enough to give her what her body yearned for.
Finally, just about the time she was sure she’d go mad, Beth heard the tell-tale crinkle of a condom wrapper being torn open.
He settled himself between her thighs and rested his weight on his forearms so he could look down at her. His smile was warm, but his face was flushed and naughtiness lurked in his gaze.
For a second she thought he was going to tease her some more, which might make her scream, but he kissed her instead. Beth threaded her fingers through his hair as he reached one hand down between their bodies and finally gave her what she wanted.