Book 6: Clover Park Charmers
“You’d better hurry up,” Ian growled.
Kate giggled, which warmed his heart. She so rarely giggled. She was a very serious physicist. He loved that he could bring out this lighter side of her.
“Ian! I can’t think when you touch me. You know there’s a short circuit from my brain to my libido!”
“I love your short circuit.”
She tossed her hair over her shoulder. “I blame it on chemistry.”
“Uh-huh. Give it to me.”
She slowly ran her hands down the suspenders from her shoulders, over her breasts, to her narrow waist. He couldn’t take his eyes off those hands. He’d watched her touch herself for weeks at his direction over Skype, but in person it was torture. He wanted his hands on her so badly. Her hands crossed the bar that went between her breasts, and she let out a soft moan as she stroked across her nipples. His cock pulsed with need. Her hands met in the middle of the bar before sliding back to her sides. “You watched the shape of my outfit,” she said, her voice a husky purr that showed her own arousal. “You recognize it?”
He blinked, his mind fuzzy as primal caveman instinct took over. Me no want surprise. Me want woman. “Just tell me. I can’t think.”
She giggled, and his eyes snapped to hers. “The outfit is an H. I’m hydrogen.” She closed the distance between them, hips swaying, a small smile playing over her sweet pink lips. “And you’re the one electron orbiting me.”
Yes, he knew all this. They were monogamous. It was why she’d gone on the pill.
“I love you in this,” he told her.
“I had it made special for you,” she said in a husky voice before dropping to her knees in front of him. Aw, yeah. His favorite. What little blood supply he had left in his brain deserted him. He was about to bust the zipper on his jeans.
“Marry me,” she said.
What!
