Taboo2 TakingOnTheLaw by Cheyenne McCray Page B

cabinets and brought out a pair of champagne glasses. Images went through his mind, of her in his kitchen, her in his bed, always.
    Dave shook his head. Twenty-four hours and already he was planning on her moving in with him.
    The pop of the cork was loud and Erin laughed as foam spilled over the sides of the bottle. He filled each glass and set the bottle down before they each took one of the champagne glasses.
    For a long moment they looked at one another, their glasses ready to make a toast.
    “To finally finding one another again,” Erin said softly, her words echoing his feelings.
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    “To us,” he said before touching his glass to hers and taking a long swallow.
    She laughed as he drained the glass. “You’re supposed to savor it.”
    He took her glass from her and set both on the countertop before taking her into his arms. “I intend to savor you.” He kissed her again, intending to do just that. Her breath was warm against his mouth as he murmured, “Show me where your bedroom is.”
    She carried the champagne glasses while he grabbed the champagne and one of the red roses from the vase on her table. He followed her up the stairs, enjoying the view as he watched her shapely ass and long legs. When they reached the landing, he followed her down a short hall to a bedroom that was uniquely Erin. It was filled with mahogany antique furniture from the vanity to the dressers, to a love seat and a couple of chairs.
    Impressionist oil paintings on the walls, crystal bottles of all sorts, sizes and shapes on her vanity dresser, pictures of family and other people scattered on every available surface and vases of colorful flowers on her bureau. And to his extreme pleasure, she had a four-poster bed.
    Perfect.

    By the time they reached her bed, Erin was a bundle of raw nerves. They were in her territory now, but he still had control.
    Dave set the champagne bottle and the red rose onto the nightstand beside the bed.
    He took his empty glass from her, topped off her half-full champagne glass and refilled his own. Once he set the champagne bottle down, he raised his glass again.
    “To making new memories,” he said in a rough voice, and Erin clinked her glass against his.
    This time she downed the champagne as she watched him over the rim of her glass.
    Their eyes held until they both drained their glasses.
    He took hers and set them both aside. “Do you have any scarves?”
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    Erin raised her eyebrows. She had a feeling she knew exactly what he wanted to use those scarves for, and the idea made her body go crazy.
    From a lower drawer in her vanity she pulled out a bundle of scarves of all sizes, shapes, textures and colors, and handed them to Dave. He tossed them on the bed and approached her.
    “Turn around,” he said, even as he took her by the shoulders and moved her so that her back was to him. She shivered at the feel of his fingers brushing her spine as he lowered the zipper to where it ended at the top of her buttocks.
    With gentle hands, he pushed the material from her shoulders and let the dress slide to the floor, leaving her in only her heels, the new lace panties and the bra she had purchased for tonight. She stepped out of the dress and was pleased when Dave picked it up and carefully laid it on one of the antique chairs in her room.
    The champagne was starting to take effect and she felt a little woozy as he returned to her. He rubbed her shoulders and slowly looked her over from head to toe. “You are so beautiful.”
    She reached for him and he didn’t stop her as she unbuttoned his shirt. The champagne caused her to fumble a bit but she made it all the way to his waist. He pulled the shirt out of his slacks and shrugged out of it before he tossed the shirt aside.
    Erin wanted to run her palms over the muscles of his chest, abdomen and his biceps.
    She wanted to explore every bit of him.
    But he was busy shucking off his shoes, peeling off his socks and