“Yeah, you do.” He slowly ran his hands up and down the lapels of her robe. “Jamie…”
Beneath the red leather, her heart thundered. “Mmm?”
“I want…”
She could barely breathe. “What, Dev?”
“Are you…do you have anything on besides…this?”
Untutored though she was, she came up with the right answer. “Maybe you should find out.” Then she released her hold on the front of his shirt and let her arms fall to her sides.
His breath caught as his fingers tightened on the lapels. “God, Jamie.” Then he delved into her willing mouth again.
But this time while he kissed her, he gently pulled the front of her robe open. She waited for his reaction with giddy anticipation. The red leather bra was outlined in gold studs and trimmed with fringe. It gave her cl**vage for the first time in her life. The red leather thong was decorated to match and barely covered the essentials. Jamie had never worn anything that skimpy, not ever. And Dev was about to meet his fantasy.
After he’d parted the robe a few inches, he slipped a trembling hand inside. When he touched her leather-covered breast, he went completely still.
Gradually his mouth lifted. She opened her eyes to find him staring down at her in astonishment. Then he eased back on his heels, unfastened the tie of her robe, and pulled back the furry material. “Oh…my…God.”
Maybe the patchouli oil had taken away her inhibitions, because instead of feeling self-conscious, she loved the way he was looking at her. For the first time in her life she felt seductive. “Like it?”
He swallowed, his gaze riveted to her torso. He nodded. Then with obvious reluctance, he dragged his attention back to her face. He cleared his throat twice before getting the question out. “Why?”
She settled for partial honesty. “Just…felt like it.”
His voice was still hoarse. “I didn’t know…didn’t think that you…”
“Had fantasies?” Hers didn’t include leather, but they certainly included him. So if she needed leather to get the guy, so be it.
He nodded again.
“I do.”
“So do I.”
She glanced down at the bulge in his jeans. She had caused that. Pride was followed by nearly uncontrollable desire. She’d always wanted him in the general sense. Now her needs were more specific.
His laugh was low and strained. “As you can see.”
Slowly she lifted her gaze to his as fine tremors coursed through her. This was the point of no return. Slowly she stood and let the robe slide off her shoulders and fall in a fluffy mound around her ankles. “Then let’s make our fantasies come true.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
JAMIE WASN’T QUITE prepared for what came next. Without a word Dev got to his feet and swept her up into his arms. As he carried her down the hall, hesitating only slightly as he made sure he’d found her bedroom, she had barely enough time to remember that, one, she’d made her bed this morning and, two, she had a box of condoms in her top dresser drawer. She’d bought them after reading an article in Cosmo that said all single women should have a box on hand, because you never knew. And, sure enough, Cosmo had been right on the money.
Dev laid her on the bed and kissed her as if there was no tomorrow. Jamie didn’t care if there was a tomorrow or not. All she needed was a tonight, and Dev’s mouth on her lips, her throat, her leather-enhanced br**sts. She’d left her bedside light on and was glad she had.
“I didn’t bring anything.” He lifted his head to gaze into her eyes. “So this is going to be all about you. Next time, we’ll—”
“Next time?” She was stunned, thinking that tonight would be a one-shot deal and not caring if it was. But he was already planning a second go-round! Unbelievable.
“Of course there’ll be a next time.” His eyes glowed. “What kind of a guy do you think I am?”
My kind. But she didn’t dare say that. “There’s a box of condoms in the top drawer of my dresser, behind my panties.”
His eyes widened.
“Are you shocked?”
“Not shocked.” He combed back her hair with his fingers. “But you aren’t anything like I thought,” he said softly.
She decided that was a good thing. If she continued to surprise him, instead of being boring old nerdy Jamie, he might stick around for a while. She was going to mine that questionnaire for all it was worth.
He gazed at her for a moment longer. “Where did you say they were?”
“You weren’t listening.”
“Once I heard box of condoms my heart started pounding so loud I couldn’t hear.”
“Top dresser drawer,” she murmured. “Behind my panties.” And now she wished they were all black lace.
He leaned down and plunged her into heaven with another of his specialty kisses. “Don’t go away,” he whispered.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Not that she could have moved from the bed, boneless as she felt.
When he came back with the box, he was already starting to open it. He fumbled the job and dumped condoms on the floor. “To hell with it. That makes them easier to grab.”
She nearly went up in flames. He didn’t expect to stop with one.
He kept his attention firmly on her as he undressed, watching her as he kicked off his shoes and reached down to tug off his socks. The only time he broke the connection was for the split second when he pulled his sweater and T-shirt over his head.
She’d only seen him shirtless once, when she’d gone to his parents’ house to meet Faith and he’d been playing basketball with his friends. She’d been so mesmerized by the sight of a seminaked, sweaty Dev that she’d walked into a lamppost on the way to the front door. He had the same effect on her now, but fortunately she didn’t have to walk anywhere.
No, all she had to do was lie here and anticipate phase two, a journey into Dev territory she’d only imagined. And she had imagined, barely willing to admit to herself that she’d fantasized about him so intimately. Maybe that was why she was ready to take this step. He’d walked nak*d into her dreams a thousand times.
But the dream images had been indistinct. When Dev shoved down his jeans and briefs, he was so real she gulped. His penis, long and thick, jutted from a wild swirl of dark hair. He didn’t seem to mind a bit that she was staring at him. In fact, when she lifted her gaze, he was staring back, his eyes filled with lust.
Slowly he came to her, his lips parted, his breathing ragged. “Leather,” he murmured, easing down beside her and tracing the borders of her bra with one finger. “I still can’t believe it.”
She tingled every place he touched. The glove-soft leather against her skin aroused her even more. She’d thought of it as a male fantasy item, but wearing it was giving her the most incredible feeling, as if she’d been gently bound and offered up to him as a gift. Her feminist soul should be outraged at the concept. Instead she’d never felt more daring.
He cupped her breast. The slightest nudge from his hand and her nipple would slip out. “Do you wear this…a lot?”
She struggled to remember the English language. It shouldn’t be so tough. She was a native speaker. “Some.”
“I thought you liked cotton.”
“I’m…experimenting.”
“Lucky me.” With that he gave that necessary little nudge that set her nipple free. “Mmm.” Then he lowered his head and licked her like a lollipop.
She began to whimper and squirm. What he was doing was turning her on to an incredible degree. And there was something about that tiny leather triangle as it shifted around between her legs that drove her even closer to the edge of insanity.
Then his hand was there, stroking the small piece of leather. She was soon drenched, and the leather became slippery against her curls. Before long it was no trick for him to ease it aside. The swift glide of his fingers into her heat made her gasp.
Dear Lord, she was going to come immediately. She’d never had that reaction to a man. “Dev…”
He looked into her eyes and his breath caught. “I can’t wait.”
“Dev—”
“Hang on.” He rolled away from her and grabbed a condom from the floor.
“Dev.” She was bubbling and steaming, ready to boil over in a frothy, wild release.
He rolled to his back and grunted in frustration as he struggled with the wrapper. But his fingers were wet, for obvious reasons, and he had trouble tearing the package.
Too far gone to worry about protocol, she grabbed the package and ripped it open. “There.”
“Thanks.” Putting on the condom with a snap of latex, he pulled the leather thong out of the way, found his bearings and thrust deep. “Sweet heaven.”
She dug her fingers into his tight buns and moaned. “Go.”
His gaze swept over her, from her head to the spot where they were securely locked together. Then he looked into her eyes. “Yeah,” he said softly.
He proceeded to take her on the shortest, wildest ride of her life. He pumped fast and with deadly accuracy, taking her the rest of the way in seconds while her cries escalated and her head thrashed from side to side. At the end, when she went crashing through the barrier, she was incoherent with pleasure.