His coat hit the floor with a soft whoosh of fabric that had Piper’s pulse going thick with anticipation. She’d wanted him for months, almost from that first meeting at auditions. And now that wicked sense of humor and that poet’s mouth were hers. No more waiting, no more reasons to hold back.
She worked the tie loose, using the length of it to drag his mouth just a hair’s breadth from hers. “I do believe, Mr. Stewart, that you’ve been torturing me for days with the idea of claiming me as your wife. Time to pay up.”
Heat flared in his eyes. But if she’d expected him to rush toward that finish line, she was disappointed.
“Oh, I fully intend to take my time about that.” He brushed his mouth over hers in an unhurried kiss before stepping away.
Frustration shot through her. “A request, the
