A needy groan escaped him. “Honey, the only activity I want to do with you right now is strip off your clothes and make love to you.”
She blinked. “I don’t understand. You barely know me.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m not attracted to you.” He covered her wrist, fearing her touch might drive him to rush this moment. Slowly, he guided her away from temptation and placed her palm on his chest. “I took one look and decided I wanted you. That’s why I kissed you earlier, and why I’m losing the battle to keep my hands to myself.”
A whisper of a smile played over her lips. “Do you have protection?”
Hope sped through every cell in his body, and a tingle of anticipation sparked in his gut. “I have a whole box in the drawer next to my bed.”
“So you’d like to show me your bedroom?” she teased, and he recalled their earlier conversation.
“Say the word, and we’ll be on our way.”