hadn’t.
The four blocks to his house seemed ridiculously far when his body was screaming for him to take her right here, right now.
Move
.
He reached for her hand and twined his fingers through hers. He realized Lorelei’s hand was shaking. She wore a dazed look, her lips swollen and moist, and her breath was uneven and shallow. The woman was lust incarnate, and pure want cut deep into his belly.
Lorelei trailed slightly behind as he led her quickly across Esplanade and down Dauphine into the Quarter. When he felt resistance in her arm, he glanced over his shoulder to see Lorelei’s gaze firmly on her feet and wondered if she was having second thoughts. Belatedly he realized it was those impossibly sexy shoes. The ancient and uneven sidewalks of the Quarter were treacherous, and he was practically dragging her like a caveman back to his den.
He shortened his stride and slowed his steps. Lorelei squeezed his hand in thanks without looking up.
Dauphine Street was primarily residential, and the few people out on the street didn’t give them a second glance—even though Donovan felt like his erection was leading the way and their intent was obvious.
One block up St. Phillip to Burgundy and the redbrick of his house appeared like a lighthouse. The knowledge they were that close sent blood rushing to his groin so fast he had difficulty finding his keys and remembering how to make them work.
A rush of air-conditioning cooled the sweat on his skin as he pulled Lorelei inside and slammed the door behind her. The light from the hall showed a faint glistening of sweat around Lorelei’s hairline and a pink flush to her cheeks that could either be from exertion or arousal.
Arousal
, he decided, as Lorelei threw herself into his arms again with a force that nearly knocked him off his feet. Her arms twined around his neck, pulling his mouth to hers. In response he picked her up and headed for the stairs.
Lorelei’s fingers worked on the buttons of his shirt and a hand slipped inside. The tease of her fingers over his nipple nearly caused him to miss a step. He sucked in his breath, trying to focus on remembering where his bedroom was.
Finally
. It took every ounce of control he had not to fling her onto the bed and bury himself in her. Instead he set her carefully on her feet. She’d kicked off her shoes somewhere along the way, and now the top of Lorelei’s head was even with his chest. She opened his shirt farther and placed a kiss on the bare skin.
He’d thought the burning, clawing need he remembered had been a byproduct of too much tequila and atrick of his mind, but as it swept through him in a fierce wave, he realized the memory was dull in comparison with the reality. Lorelei was as hypnotic and drugging as her namesake—and probably just as dangerous.
Her hands were busy, untucking his shirt and pushing it and his jacket off. Then, with an appreciative sigh, she ran her fingers from his collarbones to his belt buckle. She looked up and gave him a small smile, before turning around and lifting her hair over her shoulder to expose the zipper down the back of her dress. A second later the purple silk was in a puddle at her feet, and she was facing him wearing only a scrap of black lace.
Dear God, she was even more beautiful than he remembered. He hadn’t realized he’d voiced the thought until Lorelei placed a hand on his chest and said, “I’m glad there’s still some element of surprise for you.”
How they got to the bed he didn’t quite know, but a second later Lorelei was flat on her back, that jet-black hair tangling around her face, and he was on top of her, savoring the feel of her skin against his.
Oh, mercy
, Lorelei thought. This was … It … This was …
Mercy
. She just couldn’t grab hold of a thought for very long.
Donovan had amazingly soft skin draped over hard muscle, and the crisp hair on his chest left her nipples tingling. His hips moved tantalizingly as his lips mapped her
The four blocks to his house seemed ridiculously far when his body was screaming for him to take her right here, right now.
Move
.
He reached for her hand and twined his fingers through hers. He realized Lorelei’s hand was shaking. She wore a dazed look, her lips swollen and moist, and her breath was uneven and shallow. The woman was lust incarnate, and pure want cut deep into his belly.
Lorelei trailed slightly behind as he led her quickly across Esplanade and down Dauphine into the Quarter. When he felt resistance in her arm, he glanced over his shoulder to see Lorelei’s gaze firmly on her feet and wondered if she was having second thoughts. Belatedly he realized it was those impossibly sexy shoes. The ancient and uneven sidewalks of the Quarter were treacherous, and he was practically dragging her like a caveman back to his den.
He shortened his stride and slowed his steps. Lorelei squeezed his hand in thanks without looking up.
Dauphine Street was primarily residential, and the few people out on the street didn’t give them a second glance—even though Donovan felt like his erection was leading the way and their intent was obvious.
One block up St. Phillip to Burgundy and the redbrick of his house appeared like a lighthouse. The knowledge they were that close sent blood rushing to his groin so fast he had difficulty finding his keys and remembering how to make them work.
A rush of air-conditioning cooled the sweat on his skin as he pulled Lorelei inside and slammed the door behind her. The light from the hall showed a faint glistening of sweat around Lorelei’s hairline and a pink flush to her cheeks that could either be from exertion or arousal.
Arousal
, he decided, as Lorelei threw herself into his arms again with a force that nearly knocked him off his feet. Her arms twined around his neck, pulling his mouth to hers. In response he picked her up and headed for the stairs.
Lorelei’s fingers worked on the buttons of his shirt and a hand slipped inside. The tease of her fingers over his nipple nearly caused him to miss a step. He sucked in his breath, trying to focus on remembering where his bedroom was.
Finally
. It took every ounce of control he had not to fling her onto the bed and bury himself in her. Instead he set her carefully on her feet. She’d kicked off her shoes somewhere along the way, and now the top of Lorelei’s head was even with his chest. She opened his shirt farther and placed a kiss on the bare skin.
He’d thought the burning, clawing need he remembered had been a byproduct of too much tequila and atrick of his mind, but as it swept through him in a fierce wave, he realized the memory was dull in comparison with the reality. Lorelei was as hypnotic and drugging as her namesake—and probably just as dangerous.
Her hands were busy, untucking his shirt and pushing it and his jacket off. Then, with an appreciative sigh, she ran her fingers from his collarbones to his belt buckle. She looked up and gave him a small smile, before turning around and lifting her hair over her shoulder to expose the zipper down the back of her dress. A second later the purple silk was in a puddle at her feet, and she was facing him wearing only a scrap of black lace.
Dear God, she was even more beautiful than he remembered. He hadn’t realized he’d voiced the thought until Lorelei placed a hand on his chest and said, “I’m glad there’s still some element of surprise for you.”
How they got to the bed he didn’t quite know, but a second later Lorelei was flat on her back, that jet-black hair tangling around her face, and he was on top of her, savoring the feel of her skin against his.
Oh, mercy
, Lorelei thought. This was … It … This was …
Mercy
. She just couldn’t grab hold of a thought for very long.
Donovan had amazingly soft skin draped over hard muscle, and the crisp hair on his chest left her nipples tingling. His hips moved tantalizingly as his lips mapped her
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