His hands stopped her from going too far. “I suppose you’re proud of yourself,” he whispered once he could think clearly.She leaned back and gazed into his eyes. “A little,” she replied in a breathless voice. “I met my objective.”Grinning, he tugged her forward for a kiss and spent lazy minutes working on her mouth. The split second he hardened inside her, he broke free. He had no intention of staying in this uncomfortable position any longer than necessary. The lady set his blood on fire, and he wasn’t sure he could control the sudden urge to have her again.“You met your objective?” His hands moved gently over her back, stroking. He chuckled. “We just made love on a frickin’ chair. That was your objective?”“For your information, it was never my plan to make love on a chair.”“Oh? Could’ve fooled me.”She gave him a sly look. “I only wanted to leave you hot and bothered.”“I’m still hot and bothered.” He nuzzled her chin, trailing his mouth and tongue along her jawline until she fully opened, exposing her neck.
