A small smile pulled at her lips. “I seem to recall someone calling me impulsive.”
He entwined their fingers. “I might have been a little hasty in that assessment.”
“At least you’re giving me that. I am impulsive.”
“You are, but I’m learning that’s not all bad.”
Jada maneuvered herself so that she was straddling his hard thighs. She looped her arms around his neck and scooted forward until her breasts brushed against his chest. Oh, yeah. She liked this position. Should have done it earlier. “What else isn’t so bad about me?”
“You want compliments?”
She eyed the up and down movement of his Adam’s apple as he laughed. She wanted to track that movement with her tongue, followed by her mouth. Soon. Very soon. After the compliments. “Yep. Sure do.”
Donovan tilted his head to the side, then snapped his fingers. “You brought more customers to the store.”
She punched him on the shoulder. “Really?”
“Okay, fine. How about you’re funny, quick on your feet, good with the customers, a great event planner? Gorgeous.”
She thought about it. “Okay, that’s better.”
He squeezed her waist with strong, sure fingers and drew her forward another precious inch until only a breath separated their bodies. His gaze locked on her parted lips. Her breathing quickened. Was he going to kiss her now? It had been about thirty minutes since she’d last felt his mouth on hers. A lifetime. Her eyes drifted shut and she leaned forward.
“What about me?”
Her eyes flew open. “What?”
“Where are my compliments?” His eyes twinkled.
Lust was rampaging through her veins, and he had jokes? She narrowed her eyes. Fine. She twisted around and surveyed the large living room with its light, airy feel and ocean view outside the big bay window.
“I like your house. It’s not what I expected.”
“What did you expect?”
She dropped a light kiss on the tempting brown skin of his throat. “Something modern. A high-rise.”
His throat vibrated with laughter under her seeking mouth. “You’re not that far off. When I first signed with the team, I did buy a high-rise. Lived there for a few years.”
She was vaguely paying attention to what he was saying. His lips, the bottom one so full and lush, were drawing most of her focus. “What happened?”
He grinned. “I sold it for a tidy profit.”
She playfully punched him in the arm. “Seriously?”
“Yes, but that’s not all,” he added when she lifted her hand again. “I wanted somewhere quieter. More space. An actual house, not a condo.”
“This is quite a house, though. Big.”
He shrugged. “I like my space, but more importantly, it’s on the beach. The neighbors aren’t too close. I like surfing.”
Okay, now that caught her attention. Her mouth dropped open. “You surf?”
He grinned. “Don’t you?”
Jada wrinkled her nose. “I tried it once in high school. I fell off the board before I could actually stand up, got hit in the head with the board, and decided to head back to dry land.” She grinned. “I listened to my gut telling me it wasn’t for me.”
“Maybe you needed a better teacher.”
“You offering?”
“You gonna listen?”
Jada lowered her head to nibble at his delectable neck again. “Maybe. How did you get into surfing?”
“In college. One of my coaches suggested it as a way to relax. I thought he was crazy, but he basically forced all of us to take a lesson as a team-building exercise.”
“How did it go from being a mandatory activity to a desirable activity?”
“I liked being on the water in the sunshine with the quiet surrounding me. I could think or not think, whatever I needed in that moment.”
“You were good at it right away?”
He laughed. “No. In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m pretty big. I had to learn how to find my center of gravity on a board that’s not steady. But I did eventually, and never looked back. I’ll show you how great surfing is.”
Enough talking. “Okay. Sounds cool, but I’m more interested in what I can learn tonight.”
“Like what?”
“Like if you kiss as good as I remember.” She nipped at his lips until the sound of his ragged breath filled the air. “Like whether you look as good as you feel.” She slipped her hands under his shirt and reacquainted herself with his amazing abs, her fingers tracing the hard lines and ridges. Good Lord. Better than she imagined. She rocked against him and made contact with his rapidly rising erection.