Not My 1st Rodeo by Donna Alward Read Free Book Online

thrill-of-the-unknown kind. “Right. Let me get my key.”
    She dug in her purse and got her key, and after she unlocked the door, Brett held it open, letting her through. They did the same at the inner security door and then she led the way to the stairs. “No elevator,” she explained quietly. “But I’m only on the third floor.”
    Their shoes made scuffing noises on the industrial-grade carpet that covered the hall and stair steps. There wasn’t another sound in the building as they made their way to her apartment door. Her hand shook as she put the key in the lock and the door swung open.
    She reached for a light switch while Brett closed the door behind them.
    â€œNice place,” he said quietly, and she took a deep, steadying breath.
    â€œThanks. Come on in.” There, that sounded calm, didn’t it? Her heels clicked on the ceramic tile of the entry as she put her purse down on a small table. “It’s not very big, but there’s just me.”
    She put on a smile and turned around. But the moment she did, the awareness seemed to overflow. Alone. Her apartment. Just the two of them. Before she could register a coherent thought, they each took a step towards each other. Brett’s strong arms came around her and lifted her to her toes while she cupped his face with her hands and kissed him.
    There was no easing into this one. It was pure, unadulterated desire that pulsed between them. “I waited all night to do that,” she said on a soft breath, stepping back and gripping the lapels of his jacket. She pushed it off his shoulders and tossed it at a chair so that it draped there, lopsided. Her busy fingers fumbled at the buttons of his shirt while he simply pulled on the tie at the waist of her dress and it fell away, the wrap-style now gaping in the middle.
    â€œI love that this is easy access,” he replied, his voice rich and dark. She was still working on the buttons of his shirt when he put his hand over hers and stopped her progress.
    â€œThis is what you want?” he asked, his blue eyes piercing hers. “You’re sure?”
    There was a moment of uncertainty and she paused. “You don’t?”
    â€œOh, I do,” he confirmed. “But you need to be sure. We won’t do anything you don’t want to.”
    She could see the hollow of his throat, a V-shaped slice of skin visible where she’d unbuttoned his shirt. She wanted to taste it, to touch it. She wanted to feel strong and feminine and sexy and not awkward and unsure. For some reason, Brett was able to make her feel that way. He had from the moment of the first combustible kiss.
    â€œI’m sure.”
    â€œThen, darlin’, take that off for me.” There was so much heat in his voice, she could swear her uterus contracted in simple anticipation.
    â€œThe dress?”
    He nodded, slowly. “The dress. But you might want to leave those shoes on.”
    Melly swallowed. If that wasn’t the sexiest thing she’d heard in a long, long time… She hoped her hands steadied as she found the fabric of her dress and eased it off her shoulders, letting the silky material puddle on the floor at her feet.
    She was incredibly thankful that she’d had the foresight to wear good underwear. Her bikini panties were pale pink, with swatches of lace over the hips, and the bra matched, the plunge accentuating her cleavage. The look of bald admiration on Brett’s face told her he approved.
    â€œYour turn,” she instructed.
    Brett lifted first one foot and then the other, taking off his boots. Then he pulled the tails of his shirt out of his jeans and her mouth went dry as he undid the rest of the buttons, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his chest and abs. God, he was sexy. Did he realize it? She didn’t think so. There wasn’t a trace of smugness on his face. Just longing—and intent.
    â€œCome here,” he said, and she took