“Are we crazy?” she felt compelled to ask, lips hot and swollen, desire permeating every cell of her body.

He captured her gaze once more. “I don’t particularly care.”

She couldn’t help smiling at that. “Am I going to sound preposterous if I say I’ve never done anything like this before?”

“You haven’t done anything yet.”

“I’m about to.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Glad to hear it.” He kissed her again, longer and deeper, his fingertips finding their way up her spine.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, tipping back, abandoning herself to the passion building inside her body. She was an adult woman. She wasn’t reckless, and she wasn’t foolish. She’d thought this through, and she wanted to be with Lucky tonight.

“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered, smoothing his hand along her shoulder. He pushed her shoulder strap out of the way. Then he tenderly kissed her shoulder and eased the other strap down. “Amazing,” he mumbled, kissing his way along her neck. The back of his knuckles brushed the tip of her breast, and she sucked in a breath in response. “I am the luckiest guy on the planet.”

“Is that why they call you Lucky?”

He stilled, lips brushing against the tender hollow of her neck. “You’re making a joke?”

“I am,” she offered without a trace of apology.

He kissed her again, more firmly this time, drawing her tongue into his scorching mouth. “Well, I’m not going to keep calling you Doll-Face.”

“Oh, yes, you are.”

“What’s your real name?”

“Uh-uh.” She shook her head.

“You sure about that?”

“I’m sure.”

His hands slid their way down to her wrists, and he backed her tighter against the door. “Okay. Then that’s pretty hot.”

She tipped her chin. “You’re pretty hot.”

“I’m about to get hotter.” His eyes turned to molten chocolate, and a split second later he was kissing her mouth, harder, deeper. One hand slipped up her back, finding her zipper, pulling it down. The tight bodice gave way.