Page 34 of Doctor Holliday

“What?”

“Well, we are adults,” he reminded her as he hooked his fingers at her lower back. “While I could absolutely undress you right here and press you up against the truck to take you, I think the first time I’d rather have you in my bed.”

“Me, too.” Her whisper was thick with longing.

He loosened his hold on her, his fingers trailing lightly around her waist, and then took her hand and led her to the back door. Inside, he flipped the light on over the kitchen sink, dropped hiskeys on the small island counter, and led her out of the room, down a hall, and to his bedroom. She breathed deeply when she smelled pine.

“You have a real Christmas tree, don’t you?”

“Mmm.” He nodded as he turned a lamp on beside his bed. “I like real things.”

She laughed when his gaze dropped to her breasts before he met her eyes again. Moving at the same time, they came together. Lucy rested her hands on his shoulders, but he cupped her face in his and pulled her close to kiss her. Time stood still as he worshipped her mouth with long, wet kisses, each of them more demanding than the last.

“Do you have condoms?” She pulled back to look at him.

He dropped his hands and skimmed his fingers over her waist. Lucy gasped when she realized he was inching the skirt of her dress up painstakingly slow.

“I do.” He nodded. “Remember how I said I did this once after the divorce?”

“Yes.”

The air was cool on her legs as he bared them a bit at a time. Eyes locked with his, she wasn’t sure if she was saying yes, she remembered what he had said, or yes, please strip me down and take me to bed.

“I used two that night, so I have thirty-four left in the box.”

Lucy tossed her head back and laughed.

“I love that.” Keaton bent his knees and leaned closer to nip at her neck. “I love your laugh.”

“Maybe we don’t plan to use thirty-four of them tonight,” she said with a grin. Keaton continued to work her dress up over her hips; Lucy combed her fingers up through the back of his hair.

“Probably not,” he lifted his head to smile at her, “but right now, I feel hard enough and I want you so bad, I’d be tempted to try it.”

His eyes flashed with heat as he cupped her butt in his hands, realizing she wore a thong under the dress.

“Jesus.” He groaned. “You were sitting across from me at dinner with a piece of lace in your?—”

“Shh!” She laughed softly and pressed a finger over his lips.

“Can I see it?”

“I want you to see it,” she admitted. “As many times as I told myself I wouldn’t do this tonight, I dressed for you to look at me.”

“Take it off.” He stepped back slightly and offered the gathered dress in his hands to her. Lucy took the material in her hands and eased it up over her head. The sharp intake of his breath, the guttural growl that escaped him, lit a fire in her center. She tossed the dress on the end of the bed and stood before him in the thong, the bra Callie had commented on, and her knee-high boots.

“Callie assured me they’re not fuck-me boots.” She shrugged and tipped her head.

“I’m willing to bet Callie didn’t see them quite like I’m seeing them now.”

“No.”

Keaton stroked a fingertip down her breastbone, skipping over the little bit of lace between her breasts, and traced all the way down her belly to the top of her thong.

“You’re beautiful.” His voice was gruff with longing. Lucy lifted her hair and spun around to show him the lace string and her bare butt. “I don’t know what to look at first. What to touch. To kiss.”

She tipped her head back as he moved up behind her and smoothed his hands around her hips.

“I want it all.” He nipped the shell of her ear and then stroked his flattened palms up over her belly. She ground her butt into his middle and wiggled a bit.