Chapter 163

She threw her arms around him, caught him in a kiss and pulled him back onto the mattress. “No, I wasn’t.” Long legs, tanned, muscled, capped with the outrageously sexy shoes lifted, extended and landed, bent and apart, on the bed. “How was your day?”

“Uh…” His voice cracked like an adolescent’s. “Getting better all the time.”

“Mmm, I’m glad. Tell me more.”

“Um…it was…oh, man…wait a second.” He made it off the bed away from her, but only to take off his clothes, unable to takes his eyes off her.

That first night he’d compared her to a black-and-white movie star. Now she was a black-and-white version of the best sexual fantasy he’d ever had. She rolled to her side, her breasts pushed tantalizingly together in the dark lace cups of the bra, and blinked sweetly. “Think you’ll get the job?”

“Uh. Don’t know yet.”

His shoes were gone. Socks: gone. Pants: gone. Brain: half-gone. Bed and candles had been fabulous, he had no problem whatsoever with bed an