She went with honesty. “Yesterday, afterwards, you said you shouldn’t have kissed me.”

His lips tugged into a rueful smile. “I was trying to do the right thing.” He brushed her hair that must have once again escaped its constraints, back behind her ear. “Now I can’t even remember why this might be the wrong thing to do.”

She didn’t either. She rose up on tiptoes, her breasts pressed against his chest as she kissed his mouth. She ran her fingers through his hair, grazing her nails over his scalp.

He pulled her against him and she felt edgy and nervous knowing she wanted him in her bed but worried it wouldn’t be worth the fallout.

He pushed aside the pizza box, lifted her up onto the kitchen island despite his cast and stood between her legs. His fingers seemed to quiver as they tightened on her hip and shifted her forward. He slowly unzipped the hoodie and it slipped easily off her shoulders.

She kissed him again, not wanting to think about why they were together or what would happen if it all went wrong. It had been a long time since she’d desired intimacy and now she’d tasted him she couldn’t stop craving him. He tasted of musk and pine and warm male skin after a cold day in the sun.

Her fingers ran over his back and she nibbled his lower lip which made him groan and pull her against him.

Heat bloomed over her skin making her hands tremble.

His fingers went to the buttons of her pajama top and he started undoing them one at a time until they were all undone. He slowly swept one edge of the material to one side, then the other, his eyes going wide with appreciation at her breasts. Her nipples were tight with arousal. He shifted lower to take one pink tip in his mouth and she moaned.

The sensations he created made her shudder with desire.

She tugged on his t-shirt and helped ease it over his plaster cast before he trailed his lips over her collarbone and up the tender skin of her throat.

She’d never been with anyone this muscular or toned before and knew he must put hours into honing his body into a weapon of sorts. She was grateful he didn’t seem to mind her softer curves because her spin classes and yoga couldn’t hope to compete.

But she liked her body. Liked her curves. She loved the feel of his hands gripping her hips possessively, the sensation of his mouth on her skin, and the heat in his eyes as he discovered her.

His tongue circled her nipple until she was squirming and he let go of her hip to touch her body as if all he wanted to do was arouse her until she burned. Then he pushed her gently back and she rested on her elbows, watching him.