I nodded and agreed. “Are your arms not about to give out?”
One corner of his mouth curved up. “My hands are on your lovely ass. What do you think?”
I squealed when he squeezed me. And then he was kissing me all over again. Wet passionate kissing. My hands wandered back to the exploration of his abs and my fingers stepped across the sculpted curves of his muscles. I wanted to tear his shirt off and stare at what I knew would be perfection.
The door behind me suddenly opened and we moved through it. We went down the stairs and I’m not sure how he accomplished it because his lips never left mine. Our tongues danced and the fire that started in my belly now raged throughout my veins, turning my body into molten lava. My hands went back up to his hair, his thick soft wavy hair. I fisted my hands in it and held on to him tightly.
We broke apart briefly and I realized he’d stopped moving. We were standing in the doorway of his bedroom, and he was looking at me with his head tilted to the side.
“I want to take you in there and spend hours doing things that ...” He stopped and just stared at me. Then he put his mouth against mine and whispered, “I want to kiss your beautiful mouth and make you beg for me to do things you’ve never begged for before. I want to watch you sleep when you’re so exhausted, I can’t possibly eke one more orgasm out of you. But I won’t do that tonight. Even though I want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life. I won’t do it tonight … not because of what you’re thinking. I won’t do it because when we decide to do it, we decide together. For the right reasons and not in the heat of the moment.”
He started walking again and carried me back down the next flight of stairs until we were back in the main living area.
“Now that we’re here, I find that I don’t want to let you out of my arms,” he confessed.
“Then don’t.”
His lips crashed into mine again as he set me down on the sofa. Grabbing his shirt, I yanked him close. He nearly fell on top of me, but I couldn’t have cared less. I didn’t want to let him go either. I wanted him in my arms. I wanted to be surrounded by his warmth, his touch, his smell. I wanted his lips on mine, his hands all over my body.
“Christ, Alexia, you make it difficult on a man.”
“Only you, Pearce. I want you. Really want you. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
He started to say something, but I framed his face with my hands.
“Please, let me finish. I know what you’re going to say or maybe I don’t. But let me just get this out. You know about my past. I did all of that under the influence of either alcohol or drugs. Other than the sip of wine I had earlier, I’m totally sober. This may even be too much info for you, but there has never been anyone in my life I’ve wanted like I want you. I want to feel all of you. Maybe I’m rushing things. I don’t know. Maybe this isn’t what you want. If it’s not, just say the word and I’ll back off. But if you feel the way I do, please don’t hold back because you think it may be more sensible or something ridiculous like that.”
He turned his lips into my palm and placed a soft kiss there. Then he asked, “Are you sure about this? The last thing I want is for you to regret anything that happens between us.”
“Regret? The only thing I’d regret is not feeling your skin against mine.”
He pounced on me like a tiger. I barely got the last word out when his mouth was on mine, taking and giving at the same time. He lifted me in his arms again and I smiled against his mouth.
“I think I could get used to this,” I whispered against his lips.
“There’s no thinking about it for me.”
Up the stairs we went and straight through his bedroom door. He set me down on the bed and followed me there, straddling me. He leaned back on his heels and just stared.
I slid my hands up his thighs and continued to the waist of his jeans. I ran my fingers around it and under it, dying to get my hands all over him. As I unbuttoned his shirt, the breath left my lungs. The man had no body fat. An exquisitely sculpted set of abs stared me square in the eyes. I walked my fingers across them, nearly drooling at the sight before me.
My gaze drifted back to his and his eyes were half closed as he watched. He pulled my sweater up and gently tugged it over my head. I lowered my gaze as a feeling of shyness blanketed me. He ran his index finger from the base of my throat down to the waist of my jeans. When he got there, he stopped and then undid the button. His eyes never left mine as I heard the zipper slowly unzip. Lifting himself off me, he slid my jeans down after taking off my boots. While he stood, he slipped off his jeans too. I watched every move of his and gaped like a fool, because he was simply too beautiful.
He turned and looked straight into my eyes as he shed his shirt. I wondered if he’d drop the boxers too. I didn’t have to wonder long because they went right after the shirt. I’m sure my heart either skipped a bunch of beats, or maybe it stopped beating altogether. I knew for certain I stopped breathing … at least for about an hour.
“Alexia,” he breathed, “close your mouth.” He chuckled.
I swallowed. Again. “Fuck me.”
“I’m getting to that and I plan to drive you insane with pleasure.” Then he chuckled again.
“Shit, I didn’t mean to say that. Not shit. The fuck-me part. Oh fuck!” I covered my face with my hands as I made a strange noise that sounded like a cross between a grunt and an arrgh. What was wrong with me? How could I have said that?
He laughed again.
I tried to salvage myself and began, “I mean ...”
He pulled my hands away from my face. “I know what you meant. Or that you didn’t mean you wanted me to fuck you. I was trying to make a bit of a joke. But I do fully intend to drive you insane tonight.”