“Yeah, it was. I got some good shots. Take a look tomorrow, see if whoever lives below you puts food out for them. Some people do. Or they just like the grass under your balcony.”
Now I wanted to put food out so they’d come back. “Do they hang around where people live? I would have thought they’d stay in the forest.”
“If there’s food or good grass.”
“So now I have an owl and some deer?”
“And probably some bears with how close to the forest these apartments are. If you ever see a cub, stay far away because the mother will be nearby. She won’t take kindly to anyone getting close to her baby.” She stepped back, started taking shots of me. As soon as I realized what she was doing, I stuck out my tongue and crossed my eyes.
She laughed. “That’s the one I’m going to enter inThe Valley Newsmonthly photo contest.”
“Oh no you’re not.” I reached for the camera. “You always have this on you?”
“Yep. Never know when I might want to take a picture of a hot guy.”
She backed up, her green eyes flashing with mischief as she held the camera behind her. There was nothing a man loved more than a chase, and I prowled toward my prey. Although I could easily take her camera away, I decided I’d steal a kiss instead.
I grabbed her cowboy hat, tossing it onto the chair. She backed up another step. A few more and she’d be against the wall where I wanted her. I kept coming at her, my eyes locked on hers until she was trapped.
“Now where you gonna go, Red?” When she giggled as she tried to slide sideways, I put my hands on the wall. “Gotcha,” I said, lowering my mouth to hers.
Kissing Jenny Girl was like falling into a vat of my favorite ice cream and drowning in the pleasure of all that decadent taste. She let out the sweetest sigh as she wrapped her arms around my neck, one hand still holding tightly to her camera. I took advantage of that sigh and slipped my tongue into her mouth.
When I grew hard, I realized I’d worried over nothing. Whether I’d respond to another woman the way I did her, I didn’t know and didn’t care. I’d always been a one-woman man, and apparently, she was meant to be my one woman for as long as it lasted between us.
I trailed kisses over her cheek, finding my way to her neck. Her skin was soft and as smooth as silk. And warm. I wanted to spend all night licking her. When she rubbed against me, I almost lost it right then and there.
“Easy, Red, or I’m going to embarrass myself.”
“I don’t think I can be easy. I want you.” She put her hand on my jaw, pulled my face up, and stared hard into my eyes. “Now.”
That did it. I scooped her up, taking long strides to my bedroom, where I dropped her onto the bed. “Don’t move.” For my entry back into the living, I wanted everything to be perfect. I put on a long-playing soft jazz CD, retrieved our wine and some candles, and returned to my bedroom. The glasses I put on the nightstand, then I lit the candles, placing them around the room. All the while, Jenny’s eyes tracked me.
“Take off your shirt, Dylan,” she said after the last candle was lit.
I paused at the foot of the bed, smiling at the bossy woman. If she wanted my shirt off, off it would go. Holding her gaze, I made a show of slowly unbuttoning my shirt. “Happy?” I asked as I dropped it to the floor. The little hellcat smirked.
“Halfway happy. You still have your pants on.”
“And you still have everything on. I’m thinking tit for tat is only fair.” I loved how her eyes always seemed to shine when I amused her.
“Can I move?”
“What?”
She grinned. “You said don’t move. If you want my shirt off, I’m going to have to move.”
“Move,” I growled. I’d never before in my entire life growled at anyone, but this one? I’d howl at the moon if that was what it took for her to take off her damn shirt. Her lips curved into a sultry smile that would steal any man’s heart. Then her shirt and bra were gone and my mouth went dry.
“You’re beautiful,” I said—actually whispered—as my gaze worshipped all that she’d revealed to me. Rosy, pert nipples that I was going to have my mouth on very, very soon filled my vision.
“Your pants,” she said.
I couldn’t get them and my shoes off fast enough.
“And your briefs, although you look pretty darn sexy in them.”
I shook my head. “Nope. Your boots and jeans first.” We were daring each other with each piece of clothing, almost like we were playing strip poker. I’d have to play that sometime with her.
