He slid his fingers along the line of light from her breast to her stomach, the slight roughness of his fingertips feathering across the surface of her skin. He unfastened the clasp of her bra, then pushed it off her shoulders, letting her breasts hang free.
“Perfect,” he whispered.
Normally, she might have doubted him, but right then she felt perfect herself. Right man, right night. Perfect timing, too.
She moved backward, feeling the side of the bed press against her legs.
He stepped after her, digging into his pocket, his forehead creasing. “Maybe you could give me a little help here.”
“I need to get my wallet out,” he muttered. “Condoms.”
Biddy slid her hand inside his jeans pocket, her fingers grazing the swell of male muscle.
She felt like giggling, but she had a feeling she wouldn’t be able to stop. “Courage, Mr. Ramos. I’ve almost got it.”
“Good.” His voice sounded a little choked.
Her fingers closed around the wallet and she pulled it out, rubbing the back of her hand against him again, not entirely by accident.
His breath hissed out and he jerked open his belt buckle. “You’ll pay for that.”
“I’m counting on it.” She grinned. She would have reached for his zipper, but he seemed to be taking care of that himself. Very quickly.
Her grin faded as she stared. God, he was gorgeous! But she already knew that. His shoulders, his chest with the fine spray of golden hair, the tight muscles of his stomach. She knew he’d look like this. She’d always known.
“Gosh,” she whispered.
Oh, wonderful, Biddy! Gosh and golly, gee willikers, some pecs you got there, handsome!
His teeth flashed in the moonlight. “Just what I was thinking.”
She wet her lips, staring up at him. He was absolutely ready, judging by his arousal. Was she? What if she wasn’t right? What if he didn’t like having sex with her? What if? . . .
He leaned over her, pushing her down on the bed, the heat from his body radiating against her skin. “Biddy, if you change your mind now, I’m a dead man.”
She placed her hands on his chest, running her fingers through his hair to pinch the flat nipples. “Whyever would I want to change my mind, Mr. Ramos?”
He groaned again.