All the Right Moves(39)

On her dresser were two small green plants. In front of them a pair of goldfish swam in a bowl. It made John smile.

She followed his gaze. “Oh, that’s Heart and Soul.” She kicked off her flip-flops, then moved one of the plants in front of the bowl. “Don’t worry, I won’t let the kids watch.”

Shaking his head, he toed of his deck shoes. He was willing to wager she surprised him a whole lot more than he surprised her.

Her lips parted as she watched him pull off his shirt then toss it aside.

John caught her upper arms and held her still while he kissed the side of her neck. He skimmed his lips against her silken skin and said, “Now, you just stand there and look gorgeous while I do all the work.”





10



CASSIE TOUCHED HIS CHEST with the reverence it deserved. So much warm flesh, hard muscle; the man took care of himself. She drew her hand down to his belly, flat and firm with just enough muscle to keep it that way. “Do you have to work out for your job?”

“Cassie?”

It wasn’t easy...she had so much to look at...but she lifted her gaze. His eyes were dark and full of purpose. “What?”

He raised his hands. “I can’t unbutton you while you’re doing that.”

“Give me a minute.”

“It’s just a chest,” he said. “Every guy has one.”

She laughed, which didn’t help either her exploration of his chest or the unbuttoning of her blouse.

John looked down at her with one raised brow.

“After you have more blood going north, you’ll understand,” she said. Then she took over button duty, enjoying the view as John undid his belt.

“Done.” She let her blouse fall to the floor and smiled in victory. The raw hunger in his eyes made her swallow, though, and flex her hands as she fought the urge to cover herself. Although why she’d want to do that when he approved so demonstrably, she’d never understand.

His gaze skimmed her bare breasts, swept up to her face and surprisingly stayed there. He touched her cheek before lifting a lock of her hair. Smiling, he watched the strands sift through his fingers. His focus returned to her breasts. As he rubbed his thumb over her hard nipple she could see the struggle for control in the flex of his jaw and his flaring nostrils.

“I knew they’d be perfect,” he murmured, and kissed her shoulder as his hands moved down to her jeans.

Arousal flushed her entire body. The feel of his warm lips brushing soft kisses up the side of her neck made her dizzy. When he retraced the path and headed for her right breast, she clung to his waist for support, digging her fingers into his jeans, feeling her way to the snap. She unfastened it, then couldn’t maneuver the rest. “Wait, wait,” she said, breathless from his tongue and teeth doing amazing things to her peaked nipples. He wouldn’t listen so she shoved at him until he looked up at her as if she were the most horrible person on earth. “I’m having trouble—you’ll have to take them off yourself.”

He already had her pants halfway down her thighs, and he stared at the front of her tiny red thong instead of doing as she asked.

Hoping it would get him moving, she got down to panties in record time. He took longer, but only because he had to be careful with his zipper. He made up for it by taking off his boxers along with his jeans. She hurried around to squeeze between the bed and the wall to pull back the covers.

As long as she lived, Cassie would never forget the sight of his aroused body. Mind-blowing didn’t describe how stunning he was in the raw. Those broad shoulders, a muscular chest that tapered to a flat, slim stomach. His thighs were an athlete’s and his erection exceptional. Her gaze swept over him from head to knee and back again. She was used to sevens or eights, and John was an eleven and three-quarters.

With a humph from the opposite side of the bed, John took over the task of yanking off the bedding. Which was good because she was busy.

“Do you have condoms?” she asked, the sudden thought jolting her. “Please tell me you do. Because I don’t.”

He seemed mildly surprised, then fished two packets out of his wallet. “They’re right here,” he said, setting them on the thrift-store cherry nightstand. “In case I forget.”

“Are you planning on losing your short-term memory?” she asked.

His gaze touched her breasts, then ran down to her thighs, his mouth curving up. “Along with all my other higher functions.”