Naughty All Night
Lost Harbor, Alaska ~ Book 5
R-rated excerpt from NAUGHTY ALL NIGHT
As soon as he’d made sure that Kate was safely in her suite, door locked, Darius disappeared into his own suite. He stripped off his clothes on his way to the bathroom and headed straight for the shower.
With the scalding water streaming over him, he touched himself briefly, but went no further. It wasn’t enough, not anymore. He wanted Kate in the flesh, not just Kate in his imagination. He’d hold out for that. Maybe when they got back to Lost Harbor, he’d launch a full-on “get Kate into bed” campaign. Romantic dates across the bay, flirty emails, flowers, whatever it took.
Maybe not flowers, since she got enough of those at Petal to the Metal.
He’d figure something out. Maybe something involving his bass and his cowboy hat—possibly his bare chest as well. He knew she liked all of those things.
Chuckling, he stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. He was still drying his hair when he stepped into the bedroom and stopped in his tracks.
Kate posed on his bed in the kind of seductive posture that belonged in a lingerie ad. She lay on her side, with her head resting on her hand, propped up by her elbow. One knee was bent, the other leg stretched out, emphasizing the long slope of her hip.
She wasn’t wearing her cream suit anymore, or at least not all of it. The skirt was gone, as was her blazer. The charcoal blouse was half unbuttoned, revealing a silky black bra and a creamy curve of cleavage. He couldn’t see if she wore any underwear, since the blouse was covering just enough of her hips—such a tease. And her legs—my God, they went forever, a long, languorous line of firm smooth flesh.
He realized that he was dripping water on the carpet as he gawked at the vision on his bed.
Oh, and he was stark naked as well.
Which she didn’t seem to mind, since she was doing the same thing he was. Staring like a sex-starved teenager.
“Hi,” she said softly. He could hear the tentative question in her voice. Is this okay? Do you want this?
“Hi back.”
Her face relaxed as she got his message: Fuck yeah, I want this.
“Mind if I check something?” He stepped next to the bed and put his left hand on her thigh, just above her bent knee. He spread his fingers across her warm skin, his thumb reaching almost to the edge of the blouse, and his little finger touching her kneecap. She shivered under his touch. “Just wanted to make sure you’re real, and not a fantasy I brought with me from the shower.”
A spark of humor lit up her dark eyes. “That’s funny. I was thinking about you in the shower just yesterday.”
“Is that right?” He smoothed his hand down her leg. Over the knee, circling lightly around her kneecap, then along the side of her calf. Her skin was pure satin. “What were you thinking?”
“It wasn’t so much thinking as imagining.” A wicked smile went along with that comment. “I have a very good imagination, but it turns out that reality is even better.” With her free hand, she touched his naked thigh, close enough to his cock to make it stir. “I mean, Darius. Jesus.”
He wasn’t entirely sure what she was referring to, but it didn’t much matter. As long as she had that look in her eyes, he’d take it. Desire spread through him in a slow fever.
“I was imagining some interesting things in the shower as well.”
“Care to share?”
“Well, you were definitely in there with me. But you didn’t have all these clothes on.”
“All these clothes?” she laughed at him. “I’m practically naked.”
He came to the end of the bed and put one knee on the mattress. She rolled onto her back so she could watch him, and bent one arm behind her head, supporting it. That position tugged her blouse higher up her body, so he could see her panties. Hip huggers in a sexy fire-engine red.
Of course she’d be wearing red. Just the bright cherry on the cake of this sensual scenario.
“I’m naked. You’re still dressed. And you’re in my bed. This is a naked bed, just so you know. Anyone who comes in here is required to be naked.”
“Oh really? Who enforces those rules?” Teasingly, she rested her bare foot on his thigh. He wrapped his hand around her ankle and tugged her closer. The blouse rode up even higher, revealing the firm mound of her belly. All that tender skin under there. And more clothes. Damn, that bra needed to go.
“Security,” he said gruffly. “It’s a tough job, but I volunteered and I can handle it.” Her eyes widened as he took hold of one of her feet. Cradling it between his hands, he pressed his thumb into the instep, the spot where nerve endings gathered and carried messages to the rest of the body.
At least that was how the reflexologist he’d dated had explained it.
She gasped and arched her back as he massaged the sole of her foot. He watched her responses closely, enjoying the way her body moved with his strokes. Each time she twisted and moaned, her blouse revealed more of her bra and the lush curves under it.
He feasted his eyes on her as he worked her other foot. When he was done, he set her leg back on the bed and watched it fall open to the side. Damn, what a sexy sight that was.
Braceleting her ankles with both hands, he spread her legs even farther apart and kept her still, just like that, so he could look at her.
“Undo the rest of your blouse,” he told her in a rough voice. “I want to see you.”
Her eyes flared as she caught the undercurrent of command in his voice. He could give her a lot more than that, if she wanted. But not yet. They were still figuring each other out.
“Kind of bossy,” she grumbled as she slid a button through its hole.
“I’m a fire chief. Comes with the territory.”
“Good to know.” A sensual smile curved her lips. The blouse fell open even farther. Her bra had patches of lace through which he could see glimpses of flesh and a hint of dark nipples. “Right now I feel too good to complain about anything. That thing you did with my feet…Oh my God. Dreamy.” Her fingers paused mid-button, so close to her nipples he could cry. “What’s it called, what you were doing?”
“Hmm?” He was so riveted by the slow reveal of her bra that he’d lost track of what she was talking about. “Sorry, what?”
“What’s the matter, big guy?” With a teasing smile, she skimmed her fingers across her bra cups. “Nothing more to say? No more bossy orders?”
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