Kiera smiled. “I like the sound of that.”
“And I like the sound of that,” Gray said as the timer buzzed.
She did too. Now they could focus on much more interesting things.
After taking the cupcakes out of the oven, she placed them on a cooling rack next to the tart.
“You didn’t have to make anything.”
Gray stood near the counter, his arms crossed, and she kept stealing glances at his biceps.
“I know, but I wanted to. I wanted to make you a chocolate soufflé to take back to New York with you, but I ran out of time.” Kiera dropped the empty cupcake tin in the sink. She’d do the dishes later.
“I’d rather take you back with me.” He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. “What should we do now that you’re done baking?” He kissed her neck.
“The cupcakes need frosting.” She leaned against his chest, her pulse quickening at thoughts of how they might spend the afternoon.
“They need to cool first. Even I know that.” He reached for her shirt’s top button and undid it, then started on the next.
Desire swept through her, making her ache in unfamiliar ways. “What time is Trent expecting us?” She heard the hitch in her voice and felt Gray’s lips smile against her neck as he slipped two more buttons free.
Gray pulled the shirt away from her shoulders and freed her arms. “Five.” His breath whispered across her bare shoulder.
“I think there’s only one thing we can do until then.” Even though he couldn’t see her face, Kiera smiled, proud that she was able to keep up the banter between them despite the overwhelming desire coursing through her body.
“Oh really? And what’s that?” He brushed her hair off to the side and kissed the back of her neck, sending a tingle straight down her spine.
Kiera turned and met Gray’s eyes, then she flashed him a teasing smile. “You’ll have to come up to my room so I can show you.”
Gray’s eyes darkened, and he took her hand. “Anything you say, love.”
His voice turned her legs to jelly, but she forced them to move. Neither said a word as they climbed the stairs to the loft. Out of habit, she’d made the bed that morning, but the pajamas she’d worn last night were on the floor next to her towel. In the future, she’d remember to pick up after herself.
“Now, what did you want to show me?”
She considered her next move. Since he remained fully clothed while her shirt remained on the kitchen floor, she opted to start there.
“First, let’s even things out a little.” She undid his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. Then she took a step back to admire the sight.
If Gray ever decided to leave his position with Sherbrooke Enterprises he could start a new career as a fitness model. She reached out to touch him, but he caught her wrist.
“My turn again.”
He brushed his hand over her breasts, and her nipples strained against her bra. Again, she reached out to touch him, but he shook his head as his hand skimmed down her stomach toward her jeans. When he reached the waistband, he paused, placing a kiss on each breast just above her bra. When she sighed, he did it again before undoing the button on her jeans, and then he slid the zipper down.
He pushed the jeans down, the material rough against her suddenly super-sensitive skin. When he reached her knees, she took over, kicking them off. He met her eyes for a moment before his gaze dropped to her breasts and down to her stomach. Once finished, he reversed his course and met her gaze again. The heat she saw in his eyes further fueled her own, and she ached for his touch.
“Leopard print. Not what I expected, but I like it.” He went to undo her bra, but, this time, she brushed his hand away.
“Not so fast. It’s not your turn anymore.” Kiera ran her hands across his chest, stopping to place a kiss above each nipple, mimicking his earlier torture. She allowed herself a moment to relish the feeling of his hot skin beneath her palms before letting her hand travel lower. As much as she wanted to keep her movements as slow as he had and draw out the foreplay, anticipation made that impossible. She needed him naked and inside her before she exploded.
When her hands reached the waistband on his jeans, they shook, making it difficult to unbutton them. The erection she felt didn’t help calm her either. When she got the button undone, she slid down the zipper.
Taking a step back, Gray kicked his jeans off. “My turn again.” He reached for her bra’s front clasp then dropped it to the floor. “You’ve got the next move.”
While she’d enjoyed every minute of their teasing so far, her body had reached its breaking point. She suspected his had as well. Rather than torment him anymore, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her body against his.