from there. While
she admired his self-restraint and gentlemanliness, Becca wanted his hands on
her.
As soon as he left off his exquisite torture,
she maneuvered her hand between her back and her shirt and unhooked her bra.
When James appeared to understand what she was doing he groaned, shifting
restlessly.
“Take off your shirt. I want to see you too,”
Becca urged him, as she removed her own restrictive clothing, tossing both
blouse and bra on the coffee table nearby. His T-shirt hit the floor and she
held him at arm’s length to get a good look. He was hairier than a lot of guys
she saw in the movies and on TV lately and, as she teased him with her fingers
before bending to lick his nipple, she moaned her appreciation. James jerked,
cursing. He was breathing heavily and an erection was evident through his
jeans, but still he made no move to take over. Becca teased the other nipple
with her fingers before moving back up and biting his earlobe.
“Shit,” he pushed out through what Becca guessed
were clenched teeth. Gently pushing her back into the corner once more, he
moved over her. “My turn to play.”
“Have at it.”
“You’re so beautiful.” James cupped her breasts,
skimming over the nipples with his thumbs as he kissed her again. She was sure
she couldn’t take even a second more of that light touch and, as if he could
read her mind, James rolled one nipple, watching her face. “Do you like that?”
“Yes, oh God…more.”
“How about this?” Her breast was sucked into his
hot mouth and she arched into him, inadvertently rubbing their pelvises
together. James’ breath caught and she didn’t want to tease him, so she made an
effort to stay on the couch, no matter what incredible things James did to her
with his lips and mouth. She’d never known a man, at least in her limited
experience, who bothered to spend this kind of time and attention on a woman,
seemingly without expecting to take things further. Between the dirty things
James said as he worshipped her body and the way he didn’t pressure her to have
sex, James was the perfect combination of sexy and caring.
I could fall in love with him.
His lips landed on hers once more. Becca moaned
and James pushed farther into her mouth. She didn’t want to think about anyone
else James had been with, but wow, the man could kiss.
A few moments later, James backed up and said,
“I’m sorry. I need to stop.” He gripped the back of his neck, massaging, as
breath sawed in and out of his lungs. She couldn’t blame him for not wanting to
continue. Undoubtedly that erection wasn’t comfortable.
“It’s okay.”
He met her gaze. “I can’t believe what you do to
me.” James’ tone sounded bewildered and Becca had to suppress a laugh, which
would surely kill the mood.
His chest was flushed and Becca was sure she’d
never seen anything so sexy. “I can’t think of anything more intelligent to say
than, ‘ditto.’”
James barked out a laugh. “That’s okay, my brain
is like mush.” He glanced at the clock and then back at her. “I should let you
get to bed.”
“Yeah, unfortunately. And hey, you need a good
night’s sleep. I can’t imagine you get many of them after working and then
being at the bar ’til late.”
“Fortunately I often work the early shift and am
usually home by eleven, but yeah, I tend to be keyed up and don’t sleep
soundly. One of these days I’ll get used to the schedule.” He paused, his
eyebrows drawing down. “Or Mom will get better.”
Becca had hastily tied her blouse as he spoke,
covering herself up but foregoing the bra. What was the point when she was
putting on pajamas as soon as James left?
Now she placed her hand over James’ chest. “She
will.”
“I hope so.” James put his button-down back on
and held the T-shirt in his hand. “I’m going to give you a quick kiss or you’ll
never get rid of me.”
Like that would be a hardship.
She rose to walk him to the door. James