We left off with Will cooking and Tonya working on her resume. I jumped a few pages and now they're headed off to bed after Will gets an annoying call from a client who wants to steal the family bulldog from her soon to be ex.
“Coming to bed or not?” She glanced over her shoulder with what she considered a come-hither look with half-closed eyes and a knowing smile.
Will immediately followed her, but glanced at the phone in his hand. “What about Gloria and King Louis the 17th?”
Seriously, the man hesitated. Her sexy quotient took a hit, but she reassured herself that his attention to his job made him the sought after lawyer he was. “Don’t worry. Gloria’s all talk. She feeling sad and lonely. You’re the only person who has to listen to her late night ranting. The woman will throw back a shot or two of peppermint schnapps and head off to bed. No bulldog napping, no issue. Won’t even remember her crazy suggestion in the morning.”
“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. Might as well leave the phone in the living room, since I don’t plan on listening to it buzz all night.”
Tonya's lips tilted up at the comment as she hustled into the bedroom. She nudged the still sleeping Sebastian off the bed, which wasn’t easy because not only was he heavier than he looked, but he passively resisted, rather as if a burr caught on the bedspread. The canine eventually jumped off the bed, but not before giving her disdainful stare.
“Sorry boy, occasionally my wants trumps yours.” The puggle disregarded the apology settling on a pile of discarded clothing with a snort.
“Yeah, yeah, life is hard.” She opened and closed dresser drawers pushing clothes out of the way. Where did she put the scented votive? Her fingers finally encounter a smooth, waxy squat cylinder. “Bingo.”
Another search ensued, which involved moving jewelry and toiletries before she located the matches. She dumped out her heart shaped crystal dish that held earrings and placed the votive inside. “Safety first.”
The candle had burned brightly before she recognized that Sebastian was the only male occupant. Did crazy Gloria call again? The sound of the shower running helped her locate Will. She should clean up too. Her fingers plucked at the oversized sleep shirt. The mirror revealed the collar of her shirt cutting into her neck only looked painful, and not the least bit sexy.
Not good, not good at all. A dab of the exotic perfume that Lynne bought her last Christmas would be the hottest thing she owned. Must get lingerie, she mentally added to her to-do list.
The shower continued, making her wonder what he included in his shower routine. “Not much time left,” she spoke to herself but got a baleful glance from her canine. Nothing to wear might as well go with nothing. Her fingers gripped the tail of her nightshirt and pulled it off. Too bad, Will wasn’t the one removing it. Under the covers, she debated if the skin approach took away Will’s opportunity to be the pursuer. Good point, men liked to think they were in charge. Her heart raced a little as she imagined the night ahead. A twist of the lamp knob left the room in darkness except for the tiny flickering votive. The small candle did not provide the romantic atmosphere she anticipated. If she closed her eyes, they might adapt, allowing better night vision.
The hall light would work. The shower stopped while giggling threatened as she waited under the sheets, anticipating the man and fingering herself. Wouldn’t hurt to get things started, but thinking about wet, naked Will caused her juices to flow on their own without any manual stimulation. A softly whistled tune rode the air as Will opened the door. The man didn’t tiptoe around trying to be quiet. Either he expected her to be awake or he planned to wake her up. Her eyelids closed and she attempted to slow her breathing to be more sleep like. Difficult, with both her mind and fingers exciting her. Oh yeah, she dropped her damp hand to the sheets.
The sound of his wet bare feet slightly sticking to the wood floor came closer as she tried to control her breathing. His shadow fell over her, demonstrating the hall light remained on. Good deal. She waited to see what he’d do next.
She moaned and thrashed her legs, moving the sheet down enough to show her breasts. Hint, hint, sexual Prince Charming, come do me.
Will’s long sexy laugh elongated her nipples, which were already tight. The man had skills.
His mellow baritone purred close to her ear. “Too bad, you’re already asleep. I had a bedtime dance for you.”
Her eyes popped open as she scooted up on the bed. “Bedtime dance?” Will handed her his iPod and stepped back as her eyes devoured him. He wore a towel knotted at the waist and oddly a tie. He didn’t have that on when he picked her up today. Her eyes moved slowly over him memorizing his features.
His hands rested on his hips as she ogled him. All lean muscle, defined biceps, pecs, and abs, her tongue moistened her lips. “Damn, you could be an advertisement for a gym. Bring in the women in droves. No exercising would get done.” She shook her head slowly thinking the women would chuck down good money just to gaze at him.
A wicked smile stretched across his face as he hooked his fingers together and pulled upward giving a gorgeous display of his lateral side muscles. “Push play, darling. I not only worked on house safety today, but I worked up something you might enjoy.”
“Oh, yes!” She bounced on the bed in excitement making the girls dance up and down earning her a wink for her efforts. Yeah, she could put on a show too. Her index finger tapped the IPod sending the rich voice of Marvin Gaye through the room singing about sexual healing. Instead of the bump and grind striptease, she expected.Will’s slow sensual moves mesmerized her.His eyes met hers as he loosened the tie knot slowing pulling one end of his tie across his chest. He leaned over her allowing the tie tip to tickle her breasts. Her fingers tightened around the material as he shimmied backward leaving her only with the tie.
Smooth move. Only a towel left before she could get her hands on him. She clapped her hands together and wolf whistled. “Take it off, sweet thing. Show me what you the good Lord gave you!”
He pivoted to the music turning his back to her as he opened the towel but kept it tight across his ass. He stopped, ramping up the tension before he threw a sly backward glance at her. “I thought you were a good church-going girl. Maybe I should stop.”
Marvin continued to croon about everything he was going to do while her mouth dropped open. Joking, he had to be teasing her. He couldn’t stop. She blinked. Had to be a joke. Her eyes devoured his back. God, the man was gorgeous all over. A red dragon tattoo stood out on his shoulder blade, snarling, warning and challenging her. It suited him. “Hell no, you aren’t stopping. I did say I wanted to work on changing my image. Start dancing and drop the towel.”