She walked along the side of the bed and traced the tips of her fingers across the comforter. “It’s a nice bed, Drew.”
“It’s comfortable.”
She set her water down on the nightstand and climbed up on the bed, then unzipped her boots, letting them drop to the floor. “Care to join me on it?”
He pushed off the doorway and came toward the bed, then sat next to her, putting his water on the table. He picked up her hand, held it in his. “Warm.”
She lifted her gaze to his. “Hot, actually.”
“Just how much have you had to drink tonight?”
She let out a soft laugh. “I’ve had some. I’m not drunk, if that’s what you’re asking, so I know exactly what I’m doing here.”
He toed off his boots and shifted, sliding onto the middle of the bed. He grabbed Carolina by the waist and pulled her on top of him, liking the feel of her soft body against his. “Yeah? And what are you doing here?”
She wriggled against him, resting her arms on his chest. “Getting comfortable.”
He wrapped an arm around her and rolled her over, putting her under him. “I’m not sure I want you so comfortable you’ll fall asleep.”
“Mmm, I like this.” She threw her legs over him, tightening her thighs around his and arching upward.
His dick went from semi-hard to full-on, oh-yeah-let’s-do-this-right-now erect. He cupped her face and brushed his lips across hers. “So, you want me to make you uncomfortable?”
“Yes. Very uncomfortable.”
He put his mouth on hers and this time, took the kiss he’d wanted to take since the minute he’d seen her walk into the bar tonight. Deep, satisfying, locking tongues with her.
And she gave back, with no hesitation, wrapping her arms around him to tug him closer. He wound his fingers into her hair, loving the way the strands felt like silk, the way her body seemed to fit his perfectly, the way she moved against him as he kissed her.
His heart pounded as hard as his dick and he lost himself in her scent, the way she felt as he moved his hand along her rib cage to slide under her sweater. He needed the feel of naked flesh under his hand, and when she moaned against his mouth, he couldn’t hold back the primal surge of hunger that made him rock his cock between her legs.
He slid his hand upward to cup her breast over the soft satin of her bra. He waited for her to tense, to let him know in any way she wasn’t ready for this. All he got was another moan and an arch of her back as she filled his hand with the soft mound.
He raised her sweater and moved down her body so he could touch his lips to her skin. He kissed her stomach, unable to get enough of her scent, breathing her in as he snaked his way up her rib cage. He bunched up the sweater and she grabbed it, raising it over her head and discarding it, then lifting up on her elbows to watch him.
“We should get naked,” she said. “This will go much faster.”
“Are you in a hurry?”
“You might say that.”
He pressed her down against the bed. “Relax. We’ve got the rest of the night to touch each other.”
She shuddered out a breath and reached for him, pulling him down for a kiss that made his cock press tight and hard against his jeans. And when she reached between them to rub her hand against his shaft, he was the one groaning this time.
Maybe he should be in a hurry, because the thought of being inside her slick, wet heat was all he could think about right now.