Page 90 of Too Good to Be True

“Anyway, now I can give you the heart eyes in person.” She playfully batted her eyelashes at him.

“Keep doing that, and I’m going to whisk you up to the bedroom.”

She glanced at their empty plates and glasses and decided cleaning the kitchen could wait. “Beat ya there!”

She pushed back her chair and raced toward the stairs, but he was faster. Curling his arms around her waist from behind, he picked her up and carried her up the stairs. She was already breathing hard, but he’d hardly broken a sweat. It was so not fair! She’d have liked to blame it on their age gap but then she remembered how fast Wendy had run. I really should take up running, she thought as they tumbled onto the bed.

The idea floated away when he pulled up her T-shirt and buried his head underneath it.

She laughed as he nuzzled her breasts over her bra, his head moving back and forth across her chest.

Her laughter ceased when he kissed a path down her stomach and then swirled his tongue around her belly button. Is the belly button an erogenous zone? I’ll have to Google it.

“Thought about you all day,” he whispered against her skin.

She already felt damp between her legs, though they’d just gotten started.

“Couldn’t wait to be alone with you.” He unbuttoned her jeans and started to peel them off, taking her panties with them.

She arched her hips to assist. “I thought about you too,” she admitted. In between worrying, she’d had numerous flashes of their weekend together and how wonderful it had been.

He scooted off the bed, taking her bottoms with him. Staring down at her, he said, “What kind of things did you think about, specifically?”

She watched him unbutton his polo shirt and then whip it overhead, leaving him in just the khaki pants that he’d worn to work. Her gaze roamed over him unabashedly before returning to meet his eyes.

“This. Us.”

“We’re pretty damn good together, aren’t we?”

“Yes.” It came out breathy because now he was unzipping his pants. She saw a glimpse of familiar gray boxer briefs underneath and waited impatiently for him to reveal more.

“I thought about kissing you, touching you, being inside you.”

He said it at the same time he pulled down his pants and underwear, and his erection sprang forth.

Then he stalked toward the bed, but she held up a hand and said, “Wait.”

She removed her shirt and bra and tossed them aside, warming under his appreciative gaze.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

Before, she might have humbly pushed aside his compliment, but not today. “You make me feel beautiful,” she said.

He made a sound between a hum and a growl, and then he crawled over her on all fours. Keeping his weight off her, he leaned down and claimed her lips, tugging the bottom one gently between his teeth.

She arched her hips, seeking more contact, but he seemed determined to stay just out of reach.

He took his time kissing her, and when he tangled his tongue with hers, she moaned. It wasn’t enough, though. She felt hungry, needy for more.

After more heady kisses, her frustration rose to mammoth proportions. She shoved on his chest, attempting to push him onto his back. He chuckled as he did her bidding.

Then she scooted to the edge of the bed, reached over, and opened the drawer of her nightstand. She ripped a condom off the strip and handed it to him.

“I take it you want me to put this on,” he teased, his eyes dancing.

“Yes!”

“Whatever my lady wants.”