So when his hand slipped inside her robe and stroked along her breast, she was all for it. She gave an encouraging moan, pulling back a micro-millimeter from his mouth with hers, until he pushed forward and claimed her again, nudging back her lips with his tongue.
While his tongue dipped and tasted and did amazing things to her mouth, his hand went back and forth on her breast, caressing and plucking, pinching and playing until she arched her back and let her head roll to the side in delirious pleasure.
She made a mental note to thank Ralph for sending her on this trip, though she never would have predicted anything more exciting than drinking free champagne at the wedding when she’d boarded the plane. This beat a couple of glasses of Dom Perignon any day.
His wet mouth left hers and closed over her nipple. Yep. A vat of champagne served by dancing acrobats on the top of the Eiffel Tower couldn’t be more exciting than this.
“Yes. I like that.” Just in case he got any ideas about stopping.
“Mmm,” he said, and sucked harder, the slickness of his lips raising goose bumps on her chilled flesh.
“Oh,” she said, wishing there was a way she could sayif you stop I’ll hurt youwithout sounding like a lunatic.
But he did stop, the tease, and murmured into her neck. “Reese, what exactly are we doing here?”
“Right now we’re doing nothing. A second ago you were kissing me and if you don’t mind, I’d like to get back to that.” Frustrated and heading towards irrational, she put her hand on his chest, ready to haul him back.
He nipped her ear. “I want you. Can I fuck you?”
Yes,five minutes ago.Reese raked her hand across his chest. All muscle. She rubbed her thighs together to stop the swollen need, but it only made her more aroused.
“Is this what you always do with women you’ve chased into delis?”
“I’ve never chased a woman into a deli before. And I’ve never hooked up with a reporter before, either, but you have a strange effect on me.”
She could sympathize with that. “So what happened in that deli, by the way? Did those clerks get you on the ground, or what?” Somehow she doubted it, but she liked teasing him.
“Reese,” he said, his voice a low warning, his thumb circling her nipple again before giving it a light squeeze.
Enough talking then. “Oh, fine. Yes, I want you too. Yes, you can have me and do X-rated things to me. Right now. And if you screw me over and withhold evidence from me at least I’ll always have the Crowne Plaza.”
His shoulders vibrated as he laughed soundlessly, his breath tickling her ear. “Don’t do that.”
“What?”
“Make me laugh.”
“Why not?”
“Because it distracts me from doing this.”
Before Reese even knew what he was planning, he had unknotted her robe belt. While she swallowed a softball-size lump of desire in her throat, he pushed the sleeves down her arms and let the robe drop to the burgundy carpet.
The chilled air of the temperature-controlled room danced over her naked body and her nipples puckered. Knight shook his head a little as he studied her, then whistled.
“Damn, those are some pj’s you’ve got on.”
She leaned back against the table, propping herself up with her straightened arms, enjoying the frank appreciation on his face. She bent one knee as she said, “Smart-ass.”
“I was smart enough to come to your room, wasn’t I?” His words were muffled as he dragged his T-shirt off over his head.
Then he dropped it to the floor on top of her crumpled robe and Reese’s mouth went bone dry. His muscular chest looked even better without the shirt, and his jeans had sunk a little low on his hips, revealing a faint tan line left over from summer.
“Turn around,” she told him, intent on torturing herself a little further.
He had popped the button on his jeans and stopped with his hand on the zipper. “What? Why? Don’t tell me you’ve gotten shy.”
“No, not shy.” That wasn’t the word that came to mind. She had never been shy, but she’d never been reckless before, either. She felt that now, a stimulating, flowing, powerful abandon that defied common sense and felt heady and erotic.