Katie couldn’t believe she was really doing this. It felt so naughty, so wicked, so wrong.
And yet, it felt so damn good.
She should have known Richard would be a world class kisser. He was one of the hottest bachelors in Boston and very popular with the ladies. Why had she waited this long to seduce him?
He seemed so receptive, so responsive. When she curled her fingers around his forearm he actually shivered.
Katie was shivering too.
His mouth was heated and moist and he tasted of peppermint. His arm went around her waist and he tilted her backward in the closet.
The sleeves of the coats on the rack swayed with their movements. The rough material of the garments brushing provocatively against her bare arms. Farther down on the rod a couple of empty coat hangers rattled against the sway.
His breathing was as ragged and raspy as hers. The bold pirate was plunging his demanding tongue past her teeth, plundering her mouth with a brazen zeal. Taking what he wanted, leaving her breathless and clinging tightly to him.
He pulled her closer, crushing her against his broad, muscular chest. The stiff short skirt of her outfit crinkled at the pressure and her scalp tingled hotly.
Each strumming beat of her heart was a sexual question mark.
What now?
What was going to happen next?
Would he run his rough hand up her leg?
Would he discover she wasn’t wearing any panties?
Would he gave Katie the mind-blasting orgasm she hungered for?
“Woman.” The word was dragged from his damp lips in a husky inhalation of breath. He pulled his mouth from hers and tracked his tongue down her chin to her throat. “You are so damned sexy.”
She threw back her head, exposing her throat, giving him greater access to the pulse fluttering at the hollow of her neck.
God, he smelled good. Like candy canes and the joy of Christmas morning. She wondered what cologne he had on. Usually Richard wore a much cooler, more sophisticated fragrance.
How do you know this is even Richard?
He could be anybody, she realized with a start. She hadn’t gotten a good look at him when she’d pulled him into the closet. There could have been other pirates at the party.
That sobering notion quickened her breathing, but it didn’t scare her. And that, in itself, was terrifying.
