stairs, but Ross hadn’t even been breathing hard when they reached the top. The arms that wrapped around her now were hard through the layers of fabric, and so was the rest of him.
Oh, God. So is the rest of him.
She was plastered against him from thighs to chest, and there was no mistaking what was poking her in the stomach.
Maybe he was more ready to move on than he’d thought he was. Or maybe he was just looking for a bit of a diversion, to help him forget his ex-wife for an hour or two.
Either way, it was fine with her. Annie had gone out hoping to find someone to spend some time with, and if Ross wanted to deliver, she wasn’t about to turn him down. It wasn’t every day a girl had the chance to spend the night with a Greek god. So she melted against him, opened her mouth under his, and ran her hands up to his shoulders and from there into his hair, to run the springy curls through her fingers. He tasted of red wine and spicy male, and something else, something she couldn’t place, otherworldly and intoxicating. He tasted of sunshine and starlight and warm winds, all things she couldn’t eat or drink, with maybe a bit of honey mixed in for good measure. Warm and sweet and crisp and exciting, all at the same time. It made her head spin…or maybe that was Ross, too.
Here they were, still upright and fully dressed, and it was already the best sexual experience of Annie’s life.
When she pushed her hands under the suit jacket and shoved it off his shoulders, he removed his arms from her waist for a moment to shrug it off. She waited for him to ask if she was sure about this—it had happened awfully quickly, and after he’d told her he wasn’t ready to get involved, too—but he didn’t say anything, just tilted his head the other way and went back to kissing her.
So he didn’t want to talk. Fine.
Annie busied herself with unbuttoning his shirt and tugging it out of his waistband. He was perfectly made, his skin like warm silk against her palms, and once she had pushed the crisp shirt off his shoulders to puddle at his feet, she touched every part of him she could reach: his trim waist, the hard muscles of his back and stomach, his broad shoulders and strong arms. He groaned when her fingers brushed over a taut nipple, and she absorbed the sound into her mouth, dizzy and delighted that she could give him pleasure.
So far, he had seduced her with only his mouth, with his smell and taste and the cleverness of his tongue, but now his hands slipped down her back to pull her closer. She could feel his hips tilt and the hard ridge behind his zipper nudge her. It had been a while, but she recognized the movement for the question it was. Are you sure you want this?
She rubbed back against him. Yes. God, yes!
“Wrap your legs around my waist.”
His voice was uneven, breathless and rough like velvet, causing goose bumps to trickle across her skin.
I’m too heavy , Annie thought, and did it anyway.
She thought he’d carry her to bed, that he’d want to put her down as soon as possible, but he didn’t. Instead he moved her up against the wall, the plaster cool against her back and the heat of him against her front. When he bent his head to run his mouth across the swell of her breast, she shivered, her fingers tightening in his hair. The feel of his tongue dipping into the cleft between her breasts caused her whole body to arch. He groaned again, his breath hot against her skin, as the movement pushed her against him, right there , where they both wanted to be joined—
Through the blood pounding in her ears, Annie heard him mutter something in a language she didn’t understand. Greek?
Probably. She was just about to ask him what he’d said when he lifted his head and looked at her, his eyes almost black and swirling with heat. “Sorry.”
“For what?” Whatever it was, he could feel free to keep doing it.
“Can’t wait any longer.” He didn’t pause for her answer, just turned from the wall
Oh, God. So is the rest of him.
She was plastered against him from thighs to chest, and there was no mistaking what was poking her in the stomach.
Maybe he was more ready to move on than he’d thought he was. Or maybe he was just looking for a bit of a diversion, to help him forget his ex-wife for an hour or two.
Either way, it was fine with her. Annie had gone out hoping to find someone to spend some time with, and if Ross wanted to deliver, she wasn’t about to turn him down. It wasn’t every day a girl had the chance to spend the night with a Greek god. So she melted against him, opened her mouth under his, and ran her hands up to his shoulders and from there into his hair, to run the springy curls through her fingers. He tasted of red wine and spicy male, and something else, something she couldn’t place, otherworldly and intoxicating. He tasted of sunshine and starlight and warm winds, all things she couldn’t eat or drink, with maybe a bit of honey mixed in for good measure. Warm and sweet and crisp and exciting, all at the same time. It made her head spin…or maybe that was Ross, too.
Here they were, still upright and fully dressed, and it was already the best sexual experience of Annie’s life.
When she pushed her hands under the suit jacket and shoved it off his shoulders, he removed his arms from her waist for a moment to shrug it off. She waited for him to ask if she was sure about this—it had happened awfully quickly, and after he’d told her he wasn’t ready to get involved, too—but he didn’t say anything, just tilted his head the other way and went back to kissing her.
So he didn’t want to talk. Fine.
Annie busied herself with unbuttoning his shirt and tugging it out of his waistband. He was perfectly made, his skin like warm silk against her palms, and once she had pushed the crisp shirt off his shoulders to puddle at his feet, she touched every part of him she could reach: his trim waist, the hard muscles of his back and stomach, his broad shoulders and strong arms. He groaned when her fingers brushed over a taut nipple, and she absorbed the sound into her mouth, dizzy and delighted that she could give him pleasure.
So far, he had seduced her with only his mouth, with his smell and taste and the cleverness of his tongue, but now his hands slipped down her back to pull her closer. She could feel his hips tilt and the hard ridge behind his zipper nudge her. It had been a while, but she recognized the movement for the question it was. Are you sure you want this?
She rubbed back against him. Yes. God, yes!
“Wrap your legs around my waist.”
His voice was uneven, breathless and rough like velvet, causing goose bumps to trickle across her skin.
I’m too heavy , Annie thought, and did it anyway.
She thought he’d carry her to bed, that he’d want to put her down as soon as possible, but he didn’t. Instead he moved her up against the wall, the plaster cool against her back and the heat of him against her front. When he bent his head to run his mouth across the swell of her breast, she shivered, her fingers tightening in his hair. The feel of his tongue dipping into the cleft between her breasts caused her whole body to arch. He groaned again, his breath hot against her skin, as the movement pushed her against him, right there , where they both wanted to be joined—
Through the blood pounding in her ears, Annie heard him mutter something in a language she didn’t understand. Greek?
Probably. She was just about to ask him what he’d said when he lifted his head and looked at her, his eyes almost black and swirling with heat. “Sorry.”
“For what?” Whatever it was, he could feel free to keep doing it.
“Can’t wait any longer.” He didn’t pause for her answer, just turned from the wall
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