Chapter 22

She was already wet, wetter than she could ever remember being and they hadn't done anything but kiss. She slid her own hands beneath the fabric of his shirt and ran her fingers through the soft pelt of fur covering the solid, well-defined chest. When her nails raked his flat, hard nipples she heard the sharp intake of his breath.

Against her mouth he said, "How about if we take this into the next room? I have a big bedroom with a huge bed, that believe it or not, I've never had a woman in."

"You haven't?" She stared at him through a sensual haze.

"Nope. This is my private place and I haven't found anyone before this I wanted to share it with. So how about it?"

She nodded and he lifted her in his arms as if she weighed nothing, carrying her through a door to a bed that looked like acres of soft comforter and sheets. B.J. pulled the covers back and laid her gently on the bed, a smile curving his lips.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this, Miranda." He pressed a quick k