A Daddy for Jacoby(56)

“Want is not the question,” Justin said, before he captured her finger between his lips and gently sucked. “Even with all those layers, I think you can tell how much I want you.”

Her other thumb stayed hooked into his waistband, but her fingers caressed the hard ridge pressing against his zipper. “Oh, you mean this?”

The teasing glint in her eyes fueled the fire deep inside him. It would be so easy to sweep her into his arms and carry her into his bedroom. “Yeah, that.”

“So what are we waiting for?”

Justin wished he knew.

He’d never delayed his need for a woman before in his life. But other than that drunken haze right after his release, he hadn’t been with anyone for months. There’d been plenty who’d made it clear they were willing, but it didn’t matter. Ever since the night he’d held Gina in his arms, trying to show her how to hold a pool cue, he hadn’t wanted anyone else.

The feel of her stepping backward snapped Justin out of his thoughts. She leaned over and clicked off the lamp.

“I can’t make any promises,” he said.

Where the hell had that come from? And why did it seem easier to say it in the semidarkness?

She didn’t speak, only reached for his hand and led him to his bedroom. He followed willingly, but stopped when she did just inside the doorway of the moonlit room.

“Oh, isn’t this nice.”

Gina dropped his hand and moved to the end of the queen-size sleigh bed that filled the space, her hand sliding along the polished footboard. He’d found the frame while cleaning out the cabin and had spent weeks refinishing it to its former glory. Looking at it now, with its curved head and footboard and high side rails, he saw the bed with new eyes.

Gina’s skin would glow against the dark green sheets, reminders of the forest outside the glass doors that filled one wall. The cushioned pillows would cradle her head while he lay between her thighs, and would pad his shoulders as she sat astride him, her legs on either side of his hips—

He crossed to her, needing to get his hands on her again. She turned and met him with a searing kiss. Her hands pushed the shirt off his shoulders and it slid to the floor. Seconds later, her hands released the button on his pants.

“Gina—” He murmured against her lips as he grabbed her trembling fingers.

“I’m not asking for promises, Justin.” She returned the gentle squeeze he’d given her hands. “Just love me. Here…now, tonight.”

That he could do.

He linked one hand with hers and slowly spun her until they were facing a full-length, standing mirror. Then he gently removed the corsage of yellow roses from her wrist.

“Please be careful with those,” she whispered, her gaze locked on their reflection. “I plan on keeping them.”

Her words stole his ability to speak.

Justin only nodded and placed the flowers on the dresser. He then lowered his mouth to her bare skin, unable to resist the temptation any longer. They hadn’t turned on any lights, but the moonlight streaming through the double glass doors allowed him to easily see her watching his every move in the mirror.

He trailed his fingers up her arms as his lips made their way to her neck, past that bright pink curl. He removed the pins holding the rest of those curls in place. Seconds later, her hair was loose and free.

“You know,” he whispered, “It’s been driving me crazy all night wondering what you’re wearing underneath this dress.”

“Not much.”

His guttural moan vibrated against her curls as she led his hand to the zipper that started just beneath one arm.

Ah, so that’s where it was.

His fingers gently pulled the tiny slider down until it stopped just past her hip. Her hands held the dress to her breasts, but the back opened, revealing nothing but smooth skin and a scrap of black lace.

His gaze locked with hers again in the mirror. Expecting to read shyness in her gaze, the steamy desire he saw instead raced like liquid fire through his veins. He reached out and partially yanked a curtain across the doors, still allowing moonlight to fill the room.

“I thought you didn’t like curtains.”

“Privacy has its good points, too.”

He cupped her chin, turning her head until their lips met. Her kisses were like a drug and he couldn’t get enough of them.

She relaxed against him, and he slowly inched the dress from her body. Breaking free to allow her to step out of the garment, he paused to savor the sight of her. His gaze traveled down the natural curve of her back to her tapered waist, lingered on her backside dressed with sheer black lace before moving on to her amazing legs.