"Let's take this out," he murmured reaching around her to yank the rubber band out and causing her ponytail to come apart. Her hair fell around her face in a messy tumble, and she held her breath at the tender way he brushed the loose strands away from her face. "There. That's better."
"It's a mess." She watched him, saw the warm glow in his eyes as he searched her features and she wanted to melt.
"It's beautiful." Never had a man looked at her with such reverence, such want. It made her weak. She wondered if there was more going on here than just sex and she clung to him, tipping her head and pursing her lips, hoping he got the hint.
He did. But instead of consuming her mouth like she thought he would, his kiss was tender, his lips brushing against hers once, twice, three times. Arousal sizzled through her, making her limbs heavy, her mouth swollen, her nipples hard. She slipped one hand between them, resting her palm flat against his chest and felt the rapid beating of his heart. His skin was hot, searing her flesh even through his T-shirt and she reached for his shoulders, pushing the unbuttoned flannel shirt down his arms.
With a rumble of surprise, he broke the kiss, tossing the shirt off with a quick twist of his arms. She watched him with greedy eyes, the dim light from a lone lamp in the living room casting him in a soft golden glow.
It was intimate, being with him alone in the quiet of his apartment, watching him undress. She wanted him to take off more but he didn't. Instead, he reached for her, holding her close, his big hands splayed across her back, cradling her as his mouth descended upon hers once more.
The man certainly could kiss. His lips were soft and warm, his tongue slick and searching. He tasted delicious, his hands gentle yet the hard thrust of his cock against her belly reminded her exactly how much he wanted her.
Would he fuck her against the wall? God she hoped so.
"Undress," he whispered against her lips, his husky voice vibrating against her like a caress. "Now."
She thrilled at his demanding tone and he shifted away from her, giving her room. Without a word she did as he bid, shrugging out of her sweater and letting it fall to the floor. Tugged her T-shirt over her head and added it to the pile. He ran his gaze over her, drinking her in yet he never reached out to help her.
No, his hands were clutched into fists at his sides as if it took every bit of his power to keep himself in control. Just seeing his tense stance sent a little thrill through her, knowing he wanted her.
That thrill fizzled, though, as nervousness buzzed through her and she nibbled on her lower lip, her fingers slowly undoing the snap of her jeans. The sliding zipper rippled through the night air, loud and obvious. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath.
"Take them off, Blair." His strong, quiet voice made her shiver, made her pussy slick with want and she shoved the thick denim down her legs, removing them as quickly as she could, her flip flops flying along with the jeans.
She stood before him in her bra and panties, her underwear nondescript since she'd had no plans of getting naked tonight. How she wished she had on some sexy black lace or that flesh colored thong she'd recently bought. Instead, she had on her plain white bra and cotton panties.
Boring, boring, boring.
"You're gorgeous," he breathed and she startled. She lifted her head, her gaze meeting his. She knew he meant every word. Saw it in the spark in his eyes, the expression on his face.
All self-consciousness floated away and she held out her arms, inviting him to come to her but he shook his head, his sensuous mouth in a tight line.
"I said everything. You're still dressed."