When she turned back to where he was standing, she frowned as she stared down at his hands.
“You forgot the tequila.”
“I didn’t forget anything.”
Before she could react, he backed her up against her door, his body pressing in close, and he did what he’d been dying to do ever since the day he’d first laid eyes on her.
He kissed her.
And this time it wasn’t some act he was putting on for the assholes giving P.J. a hard time, nor was he stopping anytime soon.
CHAPTER 2
FOR the second time that evening, P.J. found herself completely flustered and unable to think straight. Damn but the man could kiss like a dream.
She hated a man who was hesitant and unsure in his movements, and Cole was anything but. She loved strength. Confidence. But not an arrogant asshole.
Cole had the perfect combination. Confident. Convinced. He came across absolutely certain of himself.
She ran her hands up his chest between them and splayed her fingers out over the rippling muscles of his chest. Hard and so drool worthy. He’d starred in more than one of her erotic dreams, and now she had the real thing standing in her apartment, his mouth fused to hers like they were permanently attached.
His tongue swept sensuously over hers, stroking with velvety softness. She could taste the tequila they’d both consumed, but it was mixed with the strong, masculine taste of him as well.
She slid her hands back down and tugged impatiently at his shirt to free it from his pants. Then she placed her palms over his abdomen and he sucked in his breath, breaking raggedly away.
“Bed or couch?” she asked huskily.
He stared down at her, his eyes glittering hungrily. “Depends. How big is your bed?”
“King.”
“Perfect.”
He kissed her again, backing her away from the door as he did and farther into the living room. She was pulling at his shirt and he was yanking at hers.
“You got condoms?” she asked.
“Does it make me an asshole if I say yes?”
She laughed softly. So he had been planning to get into her pants. “Aren’t you military boys supposed to be prepared for anything? You never know when you’ll need to have end-of-the-world sex.”
“Hmm, now there’s an idea. Let’s have sex like the world’s going to end tomorrow.”
She pulled him down in a hot, mind-numbing kiss. “You talk too much.”
Her fingers were working the fly of his pants, and he was making quick work of her shirt. She pulled her hands away long enough for Cole to pull her shirt over her head, and then she unzipped him while he unzipped her.
“Bedroom,” he rasped out. “And be getting out of those jeans on the way.”
Clad in her bra and jeans that had the fly wide open, she led the way to the bedroom, working her pants down her hips as she went.
As soon as they entered the bedroom, she heard the clunk of one boot. She turned to see him hopping on one foot while he was taking the other boot off. They’d left a trail of clothing all the way from the living room, and now he was making fast work of his pants.
“Get the light,” he said.
“I like the dark.”
“Hell no, I’m not missing a single moment of this. Do you know how long I’ve fantasized about seeing you naked? That’s like denying a dying man his last wish.”
She smiled and reached for the light switch. When the room flooded with light, she saw that Cole was completely naked and she sucked in her breath, holding it until she was light-headed.
Holy crap. The man was gorgeous. Absolutely lickable. Broad shoulders, muscled biceps, a lean, very toned abdomen and my oh my was he stacked in all the right places.
“Jesus, P.J., quit staring. You’re going to give me a complex.”
She barely managed to drag her gaze upward to meet his. Unable to resist, she moved forward and pressed her hand to his bare chest, enjoying the feel of the light smattering of hair right over his heart. Then she let her fingers glide downward until they touched the tip of his cock.
Her fingertips danced along the length, teasing as he grew harder beneath her touch. Oh yes, there was no doubt this man was going to satisfy her.
“A man who looks as good as you do should never get a complex,” she murmured.
Satisfaction burned in his eyes, and then he surprised her by sweeping her into his arms. He carried her over to the bed and dropped her onto the mattress. She bounced once and then he yanked her jeans down her legs, tossing them over his shoulder.
“I would have never imagined you in this kind of lingerie,” he breathed.
She arched one eyebrow and sent him a quick frown. “What do you mean by that?”
“It’s positively sinful. Black, lacy. Girly.”