smiled. “No, I love James Dean and Rebel Without A Cause is one of my favorites. I’m going to love watching it with you.”
“Yeah, so am I,” he commented warmly as he helped her bring the food to the table.
****
She tasted like wishes and promises with just a dash of Heaven thrown in for good measure. The movie had ended some time ago, but neither had chosen to stop the tongue-dueling that had started about midway through.
At some point, they’d ended up horizontal, stretched out on the soft, ivory leather couch, Lucky’s lower half nestled in the cradle of Cammie’s hips, bodies perfectly aligned to do what came naturally.
Down boy. Tonight is about respect. This woman deserves the real deal .
Damn, but she smelled so good, and tasted even better.
She raised her pelvis, grinding against his erection, and he moaned from the sweet agony of it. “Sugar, you make being good too damn hard,” he whispered against her lips as she trailed her hands over his spine, having slid them beneath his shirt a while ago.
“You know all about hard,” she whispered back with an impish giggle as she wiggled her hips, tormenting him further.
“You’re playing with fire now,” he warned. “I’m trying to be a gentleman.”
“Be a gentleman tomorrow,” she pouted and bit his earlobe. “Ravish me tonight.”
Aw, hell . Lucky rose to his knees, needing to distance his body from hers for a moment, to get the blood flowing back to his brain. “Our last time wasn’t what it should have been, honey. I don’t want the same thing with you that I’ve had with other women. You deserve more.”
She sat up, a devilish gleam in her eye as she grabbed his face with both hands and pulled him down for a slow, tantalizing kiss that short-circuited every brain cell he had before pulling back.
“Then shut the hell up, cowboy, and make love to me like you’ve never made love to any woman before.”
Shit . “Well, I suppose it would be rude of me to deny the lady’s request,” he drawled, hoping he wouldn’t regret this, hoping more that she wouldn’t regret this.
He stood from the couch and helped her up, growing harder as he watched her chest heave beneath her shirt. He couldn’t wait to remove the clothes and watch her breathe heavy in nothing at all.
She winced as she stood, and her hand quickly went to her thigh.
“You okay?” Lucky gripped her waist as she started to bend over.
“Yeah,” she said uneasily as she flexed her foot and slowly straightened. “I must have stepped on something.”
“Be careful, honey. Can’t have anything happening to you,” he said as he scooped her up. “How’s this? Make sure you make it safely to bed.”
She laughed. “I can make it there safely, all right, but I bet I’m in for it when I get there.”
Lucky chuckled along as she directed him to her bedroom. He set her down easily before him and kissed her deeply before they started tearing at each other’s clothes. Leaving the discarded garments wherever they landed, they fell onto the floral comforter covering her bed. Lucky was careful not to crush her small frame beneath his full weight. “You sure, honey?”
“So sure,” she whispered as she gripped his hips and urged him into position. “I want you right here in the morning, Lucky Masters.”
“There’s no place I’d rather be,” he answered honestly, giving up on the whole white knight idea. He was no knight, no Prince Charming. But he would take care of this woman and do his damnedest to see that she never hurt.
First, he was going to grab a condom out of his wallet, and second, he was going to give her the night of sweet, gentle lovemaking she should have had her first time. Then he was going to hold on to her all night long…maybe even longer.
****
Cammie’s eyes fluttered as she slowly came awake, thanks to the ray of sunlight slipping through the blind and shining straight into her face. She stretched out her limbs, gasping as red hot pain