Kurt poured wine into the glasses while Diane "fiddled" with the folder and the single piece of paper inside it. He watched her as she opened it and looked at the paper several times, picking it up and turning it over, looking at both sides before placing it back in the folder and setting it down on the table she was standing next to. He reached out and took it from her hand as she picked it up for the third time since he had handed it to her. After setting it down on the far side of the table he walked over to stand next to her, handing her a glass of wine to replace it. Not used to anyone ever taking anything from her hands she just looked at the wine glass for several seconds before looking up at him. He was standing very close, waiting for her reaction. To the note, his actions and her own feelings.
"Special? I don't think anyone has ever used that word to describe me." chuckling as she smiled at him. Taking a sip of the wine that he had put in her hand. "Pretty brave of you by the way, taking that folder away from me."
Looking over at the folder he shrugged a shoulder briefly before turning back to face her, "I can handle it." a confident smile on his face. Setting his own glass down on the table, he slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her close, "and you are far more than just "special" ", his voice soft in her ear as he took her wine glass from her hand, setting it down on the table alongside his own, catching her hand in his and lacing their fingers together, holding her hand behind her back. His lips soft on her neck below her ear, catching her earring in his teeth again, causing a soft sigh to escape from her lips, the fingers of her free hand running thru his hair.
"The other morning in your office, your laugh and your smile, it was all I could do not to stare at you, not to pull you up from your chair and kiss that red lipstick right off your lips. But I was worried that you might just slap me for being impertinet. That's why I left. Before I did something..." his next words cut off when she pressed her fingertips against his lips.
Her fingertips brushing softly over his moustache causing his breath to catch a little, he turned his head slightly to press soft kisses on the palm of her hand and down to her wrist, where he left a soft bite.
Slipping her hand over his cheek and into his hair she turned him back to face her, "and I was sitting there wondering how it was possible to look so good, tempting even in jeans and cowboy boots. And wishing for the first time ever that my office didn't have so many glass walls." smiling up at him, pulling him closer, kissing him again.
Sliding her hand down his shoulder and across his chest she started unbuttoning his shirt, wanting to touch him, wanting to feel him. Freeing several buttons she slipped her hand inside his shirt and dug her fingernails into his chest, causing him to groan softly as he pulled away from her. As she ran her fingers over his skin, pressing and scratching lightly, he placed a line of soft bites on her lower jaw, whispering softly in her ear "minx". Her laughter soft in his ear.
Pulling her hand free from his she finished unbuttoning his shirt and pulled it loose from his jeans and then pushed him away enough that she could try to unbutton the cuffs of his sleeves. Catching her eager hands he pulled her close again. "If you really want my shirt just say so." Humor lacing his words as he finished unbuttoning his sleeves and slipped the shirt off. Smiling up at him she took the shirt from his hand and placed a kiss on the side of his neck. "Thank you" her voice a soft whisper against his skin.
Sliding his hands up her back and then down again he slowly unzipped her dress. His fingers slipping over her bare skin, leaving small trails of fire as he caressed a path from her hips to her shoulders. She sucked in a sharp breath, "oh god" her sigh soft against his neck, his shirt slipping from her hand. Tipping her chin up he noticed her eyes were filled with a soft hazy passion, her tongue slipping across her lower lip. Pulling the shoulders of her dress forward he let it slide down her body until it pooled on the floor around her feet.
Looking down at her, the lace covered curves just begging to be touched and kissed, his fingers twitching a little as his hands settled on her hips again. "Damn" he murmured. Running his hands up her sides he traced the edges of her lace bra, caressing softly, his thumbs circling her nipples, his fingers tingling as her felt her body respond to his caress. Her lips were soft on his neck, her teeth nipping lightly.
His touch on her bare skin was far better than she had imagined earlier. It felt like fire and velvet at the same time and she wanted more. More of his hands on her, more of his lips and tongue...
Wrapping her arms around his neck she pulled him in for a kiss, loving the feel of his lips on hers. What she did not love was the buckle on his belt digging into her bare skin. She reached down between them fumbling with it, trying to remove it. Catching her hands in his, he placed them on his shoulders and reached for the buckle himself. Leaving a soft kiss on her lips, "Let me get it". Swiftly removing the belt and dropping it on the floor. Realizing her dress was still wrapped around her feet he knelt down to remove it. Picking up his shirt he handed it to her, smiling as she quickly slipped into it. **What is it with women and men's shirts** he thought to himself.
Running his hands down her legs he held her steady when she picked her feet up so he could pull her dress away. Gasping a little as his hands traced a deliciously sinful path up her calves and thighs as he stood back up. He draped her dress over the chair his jacket was on and turned back to her. "Damn, why'd you have to go and do that?" his eyes running the length of her body lingering on her legs, before meeting her eyes.
"Do what?" she asked.
"Be so stunningly beautiful" he replied, his hands cupping her face, fingers tangling in her hair. He pulled her against himself and crushed his lips to hers, his tongue demanding access to tangle with hers. She was running her hands over his shoulders and chest, her fingers circling his nipples, her fingertips pressing into his chest, her nails digging in to his skin, causing him to groan and pull her even closer. But when she slid her hands down his chest toward his belly and slipped her fingers into the front of his jeans he decided that she had teased him long enough.
Pulling away from her slightly he placed her hands around his neck and then picked her up in his arms. Her delighted laughter as she wrapped her arms around his neck again causing his own. He turned and carried her through the doorway to the bedroom portion of the hotel suite, kicking the door closed behind himself.
