"I'd like to," he said. He followed her into the building and up to her floor. He tried at first not stare at her legs moving up the stairs in front of him, then gave up and allowed his eyes to slide down them, appreciating their shape and the way the muscles would tense and flex as she bent and straightened them. She unlocked her door and Rocky came running from her bedroom, the tip of his tail curled over in greeting. As she bent to pet her cat, Heath shut the door and locked her locks for her.
"Care for some mindless television?" she asked jokingly. She turned her back toward him to open her hall closet and he watched as she slipped off her jacket to hang it back up. He realized the back of her dress was cut out, her smooth, lightly defined back on display, and wondered how he'd failed to notice that all evening. He sat down on her couch and stretched his legs out in front of him, watching as she kicked off her heels next and padded across the carpet to join him on the couch.
She dropped onto the couch next to him and curled up into his side. He put his arm around her and let his hand drop lightly to her bare back, gauging her reaction. She allowed his hand to remain where it was, so he started to lightly stroke the exposed skin, losing himself in the sensation of how smooth and satiny it felt against his rough fingertips. She had turned to an old movie, from the eighties from what he could tell. He'd never seen it or heard of it before, but it starred a young Michael Douglas and Melanie Griffith and was set during World War Two. He might have found it interesting on a different day, but for right now, all he cared about was how her skin felt. She seemed to be enjoying his caresses as well, her eyes closing in relaxation as he traced the indentation of her spine, the outline of her shoulder blades, swirling lazy circles over the expanse of bare, smooth skin with his fingertips. In fact, she seemed to fall asleep under his touches, and he was okay with that. If her back was this smooth and soft, he could only imagine what the rest of her felt like.
Shit, he thought as his body immediately responded to that involuntary thought. He shifted slightly, and the movement caused Drew's eyes to open. She wasn't exactly in his lap, so he was pretty sure she couldn't feel anything, but then again, she wasn't far away from him, either, and now her eyes were open. He shifted again and she glanced up at him.
"Would you –" she whispered, then trailed off and bit her lip. His fingers continued to stroke at her skin as he looked at her with his brows raised.
She tried again. "Could you stretch out and lay next to me?" She whispered the words, and he knew that it required a bit of an effort on her part to get them out. He nodded and she crawled to the other side of him so he could swing his legs up onto the couch. It was wide enough to accommodate them both if they wanted to lay shoulder to shoulder, but Drew laid with her back against his chest, her head pillowed on his bicep. She pulled his arm over her, his hand landing lightly on her tummy and looked up at him.
He never saw her hand move until he felt it on the back of his neck, her fingers stroking the sensitive skin there lightly, and suddenly he felt her fingertips press against his skin lightly. He got the message immediately and slowly lowered his face to hers.
***
Drew's heart was already thudding, but when Heath's lips landed on hers lightly, it kicked into overdrive. With one extremely thoughtful gesture on his part that had brought them together that evening, he'd made her feel like a completely different person over the course of the night. She'd been openly affectionate with him, felt bold enough to invite him upstairs and now…and now, this.
When his fingers had first begun stroking her back, it had felt relaxing. After a while, she'd felt warmth starting to flood through her, little pinpricks of heat that started deep in her belly and blossomed outward. She'd realized with a start that Heath was turning her on.
And when she'd realized that he was getting turned on, it made those pinpricks of heat shoot downward and pool between her legs, making her flesh twitch and crawl there.
Now that she was lying with her back pressed against his front, she could feel his arousal at simply touching her bare skin and it frightened her, intimidated her…and turned her on all the more. She'd wanted to run. Instead, she'd coaxed his head down, inviting him to take her lips. Which he did, and was doing.
He was moving his lips along hers in that extremely slow, sensuous way she could never seem to stop thinking about, especially when she looked at his mouth, and for a moment couldn't even kiss him back, just enjoying the feeling of his warm, soft lips against hers and drawing in deep breaths to take in his deliciously spicy, clean scent she couldn't get enough of. When she felt the tip of his tongue slide along the seam of her lips, her eyes flew open as new desire flooded through her. She began to return his kisses, her body overruling her mind and making her kiss him back hastily, but he gently cupped the side of her face as though he were silently asking her to slow down, and leisurely, he feasted on her mouth with his own.