...She kicked off her flats and walked across the thick carpet to stand in front of him. “The last time I was dating, I don’t remember having to convince the guy sex was an option. Of course, I didn’t mean to insinuate we’re dating.” She walked her fingers up his chest, his neck and tangled them in the hair at his collar. “Did that statement just expose my age?”

“You’re the one hung up by the age difference.” His hands slipped around her waist and tugged her close, right against his rigid cock. “Not much convincing needed here. I’m still hard from the kiss in the elevator.”

Relief they were finally communicating washed through her. As long as she was being honest, she might as well tell him what she really wanted. “Great, because I want our first time to be fast and hard.”

Eyebrows raised, Dez stared, a slow grin stretched his lips. “Are you the same woman who didn’t know how to fill out the initial questionnaire?”

“Same woman.” She stretched to brush a kiss on his lips, teasing his lower lip with the tip of her tongue. “With one of the security barriers breached.”

“I discovered the password?” He leaned over and captured her mouth, plunging his tongue into her mouth.

She moaned at his invasion and grabbed his shoulders. Hard was exciting. She parried and gave in to the experience of being mastered, savoring the sensations created by his probing tongue running along her teeth, then the edges of her lips, then back along her own tongue.

With a tug, she pulled his shirt from the waistband of his slacks and ran her hands over his taut muscles and skin, from the ridges of his abdomen to the rounded bulges along his back. The man was in such fine shape.

She wanted to see him—all of him. Her hands dropped to his belt buckle and she fumbled, impatience fueling her movements.

Dez’s hands cupped her jaws and he planted soft kisses on her cheeks, her nose, her eyelids. “Let’s move to the bedroom.”

Kim shivered at his husky tone and gentle touches. She snuggled her head against his chest and let him guide her through the doorway. The rest of the furnishings weren’t important because all she saw was the king-sized canopy bed with piles of pillows.

The destination.

He chuckled. “Great playground.” At her back, Dez grabbed the hem of her knit shirt, trailing his fingers along her skin. “You’re so soft.”

Finally, her hundred daily laps in the swimming pool would pay off.

In a single, fluid motion, he unhooked her bra and pulled both garments over her head. His hands smoothed over her body, tickling her stomach, running up and down her sides, caressing the column of her spine—everywhere but where she ached for his touch. Her nipples tingled and tightened to pouty points.

Then he eased her back against his warm, bare chest and slid his hands around her ribcage. His palms cupped her breasts, his thumbs rubbing narrowing circles until they reached her nipples.

A shot like electricity zapped to her pussy and heaviness centered in her feminine lips. The first drops of her arousal dampened her panties.

Hot kisses inched along her shoulder and up her neck.

She stepped out of his embrace and turned, loving the flare of his blue eyes when he gazed at her breasts. “Not exactly my definition of fast and hard.”