Just Perfect (19 page)

A few of the volunteers glanced up but went right back to their conversations. While vacationers crowded the tables, the dance floor was empty. When he pulled her into his arms, she discovered just how aroused he was. Her eyes widened as her body heated even more.

“I have a question,” he said, moving his body against her as they danced.

“Yes?” She shook her hair back, trying to look calm when everything inside her longed to jump him right there on the dance floor.

“How far are we going to take you ordering me around?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well…” A line formed between his brows as he considered. “For instance, is there going to be any begging on the evening’s agenda?”

That startled her. “I… hadn’t thought of that.”

“Oh.” His expression went flat.

She narrowed her eyes. “Do you want there to be?”

“I don’t know.” Shrugging, he moved her in a circle that had their thighs rubbing together. “I’ve never, you know…”

“Gotten into dominatrices? S and M?”

He shook his head, then raised a brow. “You?”

“No.” She laughed at the idea. “I know some people think I’m bossy, but I’m not into ordering people around that way.”

“Oh.” He frowned.

She studied him. “Do you want me to?”

“I didn’t think so.” He made another turn, pulling her close enough for her to feel that he’d gone even harder. “But my body sure seems intrigued by the idea.”

There was certainly no denying that! She licked her suddenly dry lips. “So, um, if I asked you to beg me for say, the privilege of pleasuring my body, you’d do it?”

His hand slid up her back, sending shivers of desire racing through her. “Are you asking?”

She leaned forward and brushed her lips against his earlobe. “Maybe.”

He missed a step and groaned. “Oh God, you’re killing me.”

“Really?” She rubbed her hips against his. “You feel very much alive to me.”

“That could be rigor mortis setting in.”

“Do I need to check you for a pulse?”

His face looked intent in the dim light of the bar. “I think you’d better.”

She pressed her lips to his throat, licked his skin with the tip of her tongue and felt the rumble of his moan. Pulling back, she smiled. “Patient’s pulse is strong but elevated.”

“Only because I’m about to have a coronary.”

“Good thing I’m a doctor.”

“So what does the doctor order?”

“That the patient submit to a thorough examination.”

“As a trained paramedic, I must concur.” He stopped abruptly and took her hand firmly in his. “Follow me.” He tugged her off the dance floor. “Buddy, up! We’re going home.” Buddy scrambled toward them. “Harvey,” he called to the bartender. “I’ll catch you tomorrow.”

“Okay, man,” Harvey called back.

The gang around the fire frowned as they moved passed them. “You’re leaving?” Jeff asked.

“Yep.” Alec nodded. “I’m going to walk the doc home, then turn in myself.”

Steve scowled at him. “Since when are you the first to leave a party?”

“Must be getting old.” Alec grinned, then gave Christine a heated look as they pulled on their coats.

Cold slapped Christine’s cheeks as she and Alec hurried from the pub all but tripping over their feet in their eager haste. The sun had slipped behind Silver Mountain, casting a dusk-like shadow over the village.

“This way.” Alec jerked his head.

Huddling inside her coat, she followed him around to the side of the building. They stopped at a door between the back of the pub and a ski shop. He held it open for her and Buddy. Rather than a fancy lobby, this space was barely larger than a landing with a row of mailboxes and stairs leading up.

The instant Alec slipped in behind her, he pinned her against the wall. His mouth swept down over hers. Surprise came first, followed by a heady excitement to finally be able to kiss him with no people looking on. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she welcomed the wild play of lips and tongue. Their bodies molded chest to chest, hip to hip. The bulge of his erection against her belly made her eager to get even closer. To get skin to skin.

Somewhere overhead a door slammed.

They jerked apart, glancing up, then sagged with relief when no one appeared at the top of the stairs. Buddy sat halfway up, his head cocked as if asking why they were standing around down there.

“Sorry.” Laughing, Alec rested his forehead against hers, breathing hard. “You’ve had me so hot for so long, I’m pretty much on the edge here. I’ll try to slow down.”

“Don’t you dare.” She grabbed the front of his parka and brought them nose to nose. “In fact, if you don’t get me somewhere private in the next two seconds, Alec Hunter, I swear I’m going to rip your clothes off right here.”

His eyes widened. “My apartment’s this way.”

He took her hand and dashed up the stairs to a narrow hallway. At the first door on the right, he reached into his pocket. “Dang it!”

“What?”

“I left my keys somewhere.”

“What!” She wanted to slug him. How could he get her this revved up, then say they had nowhere to go and do something about it?

“It’s okay.” He smiled as if reading her mind. Reaching overhead, he retrieved a single key from the top of the doorframe. “I have plenty of spares.”

She laughed in relief.

He unlocked the door and herded her and Buddy inside. Even as he closed the door, they came together with greedy hands and hungry mouths. She felt him fumble for a light switch, but he abandoned the effort. Enough light spilled in through a window for them to see each other. They shed their jackets, then tugged at sweaters.

“Bed,” she managed between kisses.

“This way.” His mouth on hers, he walked backward, leading the way.

They moved across the room, fumbling with clothes, stumbling over God-knew-what. With sweaters gone, they worked at losing their boots without breaking the kiss. They bumped into a coffee table and something thudded to the floor. The arm of a sofa nearly sent them tumbling.

Then finally, finally, they passed through a doorway into a darker room, tripped over objects scattered on the floor, and landed with a bounce on an unmade bed—her favorite kind. She grinned as he came down on top of her.

Eager to touch and be touched, she turned him on to his back and straddled him as she worked the top of his long johns over his head. She ran her hands over his hard chest and taut stomach, enjoying the heat of his smooth skin, but it wasn’t enough.

“Hang on.” She planted a quick kiss on his mouth, then scrambled off the bed and out of her clothes at record speed. Finally naked, she started to jump back on the bed but came up short at the sight that greeted her. From the light seeping past the blinds she saw he’d shed his clothes as well. He reclined in the middle of the rumpled bed, his weight on his elbows and one leg bent.

“Oh my.” She blinked at his erection, which was… impressively proportioned to a man of his height. Uncertainty and excitement hit her at once.

Dragging her gaze to his face, she saw the glitter of desire in his eyes as he openly admired her naked body. He looked as if he could devour her in one greedy bite.

Then his eyes lifted to hers and he held out his hand. “Come here.”

A thrill raced through her when he tugged her back onto the bed, then rolled on top of her, kissing her deeply. One of his hands swept down her thigh, pulling her leg around his hip. She reveled in the feel of his back muscles moving beneath her hands and the jut of his erection pressing against her stomach. She pushed against his shoulder, protesting the position.

He rolled on to his back, bringing her with him, until she straddled him once more. Sitting up, she drank her fill of his beautiful body as her hands played over his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles, teasing his flat male nipples to hard peaks.

He brushed her hair behind her back so he could touch her as well. She arched into his palms as he cupped her breasts. Lightly pinching her nipples, he smiled up at her, his eyes smoldering. “Is this where you break out the whips and leather and tell me to beg?”

She gave a throaty laugh at the wicked image that popped into her head. “Another time. Maybe.” Leaning forward, she kissed him long and hard. Lifting her head, she smiled into his eyes. “Right now, I have other things in mind.”

“Oh?” he queried, then sighed another “oh” as she kissed her way down his chest and over his abs. Her hair flowed like silk against his heated skin as she moved lower, teasing him with her tongue.

Oh God, yes, he thought as she took him into her mouth. He buried his hands in her hair and enjoyed. Arousal built and rippled through his body as everything in him focused on the exquisite sensation of having her pleasure him. A part of him wanted it to go on forever. Another part wanted to roll her over and thrust inside her until they both climaxed in a mindless burst.

As she drove him toward the edge, he moved his hands to the sheets and gripped them tight, fighting for control. “Enough!” he panted, seeing spots of light in the air.

With a rumbling laugh, she released him and started her way back up his body, driving him crazy with her tongue. He felt her mumble something against his abdomen.
What was that she’d said? Condom. Oh, um… Think
! “Nightstand. Top drawer.”

She rose up on her knees with one hand planted beside his head as she reached for the nightstand. The position had her breasts dangling conveniently near his mouth. Cupping them with his hands, he took full advantage, suckling one nipple as his fingers toyed with the other. She whimpered softly, and he grinned with pure carnal satisfaction.

Then he moaned in protest when she sat back on his thighs, taking her breasts with her. Although, the view certainly made up for a lot. She had an incredible body, taut and toned with smooth creamy skin.

He watched, mesmerized as she tore the foil packet open, then slowly, oh God, so slowly, covered him.

His eyes nearly rolled back in his head from the feel of her fingers on his sensitized flesh.

“It fits,” she said with surprise, before giving him a look of naughty delight. “I was worried it wouldn’t be long enough.” The way she said it, and the look in her eyes, made his groin muscles jerk.

“Oh God,” he groaned. “If you’re trying to make me go off early, you’re about to succeed.”

She leaned forward, took his lower lip in her mouth, then pulled back, releasing it slowly. “If you do, I’ll have to find some way to make you pay penance.”

Cupping the back of her head, he held her for a second kiss, then looked into her eyes. “How about I promise to worship your body for an hour however you want to make up for it?”

“That would do it.” She smiled against his mouth.

He started to close his eyes when he felt her heat press against him, then forced them back open. This was one sight he didn’t want to miss: Christine’s face as she sank slowly over him, taking him inside her inch by wonderful inch. A little frown puckered her brow and she stopped. God, she was tight. A spear of panic went through him. He didn’t want to hurt her, and this position would have him going deep. Although it gave her the control she seemed to want. She lifted up and sank back down, going a little farther each time.