Page 150 of Spicy Ever After
“Lie down on top of me,” she commands.
“I am on top of you.” It’s true, but I’m still braced on knees and elbows. “I don’t want to crush you.”
She tugs harder. “I want you to crush me. Give me all of your weight.”
When I obey, she wraps arms around me, squeezing tight.
“Oh, God,” she moans. “This is amazing.”
Christ, it is. Her body is a soft paradise, and I never want to leave.
I squeeze her as hard as she squeezes me, then harder.
“Yes! The pressure!”
Her hoarse cry is the best teacher. If she craves my weight, my strength, then she’ll have it. I press deep, kneading kisses into her neck, loving how her moans tickle my ear. She bands her arms around my waist and squeezes. Then she releases and resettles her grip higher, pulling me against her even tighter as she hugs.
We kiss, taste, connect, and resettle, each move a discovery, an ecstasy. One of her legs slips under my robe, and the hot brush of skin on skin between her leg and mine is a maddening tease.
I want to outlaw bathrobes.
When Hattie jerks at my knotted tie, I know I’m not the only one.
“Can we… can we get rid of this?” she asks, a little breathlessly.
“Hell, yes.” I plant a knee on the bed, rise up just long enough to whip off the robe.
Hattie’s eyes widen and her lips part as she takes me in.
“W-wow…” Her mouth clamps shut as her gaze sweeps me. Hattie visibly swallows before she meets my stare. “It… might take me a bit longer to… disrobe.”
I grin at this sweet, sexy woman who is somehow mine. It’s all there in her face. Eagerness. Shyness. Courage and uncertainty.
Her gaze darts around the cottage and her hands go to the robe’s tie. “Maybe… maybe less light?”
“As you wish.” My voice comes out husky and thick with desire. When I climb off the bed, I feel Hattie’s unwavering gaze tracking me as I turn off the light over the bar sink and a sconce over the copper tub. “Better?”
There’s still the bedside lamp, bathing Hattie in a soft, golden glow. Her eyes never leave me, and in them I see a look of admiration and desire I’ve never seen aimed at me.
My heart turns over in my chest.
This woman—this beautiful, funny, warm, and lively woman—wants me.
If I’m lucky, she might one day love me. If I’m very lucky, she could be falling for me now.
And, God, I want that.
The moment stretches as I wait for Hattie’s answer. Her eyes have never left me.
When she finally speaks, her voice is soft and reverent.
“Is this really happening? I’m not just dreaming?” She gives her head a gentle shake. “I never thought this would be for me.”
Even though I’m dying to go to her, cover her with my body, I wait.
“This?” I ask, arching a brow and casting my gaze around the cottage to take in—let’s face it—the most ideal setting two people could want for a night together.
But Hattie just shakes her head more adamantly. “No… You.” Then, in a voice that trembles just a little, she gestures between us. “This. With someone like you.”
