It Had to Be Him(64)

He moved into her line of sight. She stopped mid-swing and smiled. “Hi. What are you doing here?”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since this morning.” He took the sledgehammer from her hands, slid her safety glasses off, then picked her up and kissed her.

When they came up for air, she stared into his eyes. “Me too. I planned to take you somewhere nice later—”

He cut her off with another kiss.

When she moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, snuggling her soft chest against his, he wasn’t sure they’d make it all the way to the bedroom.

He started for the back door, reluctant to break their kiss, but he needed to see where he was going. “Let’s go finish what we started this morning.”

“I’m all hot and sweaty.” She leaned back and smiled. “But okay. If you insist.”

“I do.”

As he carried her inside she nibbled on his ear, then whispered, “You’re bossier than you used to be.”

He kicked the master bedroom door open all the way before he dumped her on the bed and covered her curvy little body with his. “I’ve been taking lessons from you.”

He laid his lips softly on hers, surprised at how much he suddenly wanted to please her. Show her how much he’d missed her. How much he loved her. As urgent as his desire had been before, he wanted to go slow. To savor their first time together again.

But Meg wasn’t having any of that. As usual.

She writhed beneath him as she stripped down to her underwear. “You next.” She grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it off. Then she went for the zipper on his jeans.

After she’d tossed all his clothes aside, he grabbed her busy hands and lifted them above her head, trapping them against the sheets. “We’re doing it my way this time.”

Meg grunted. “See? Bossy.”

“We’re always in such a hurry. Let’s slow down and enjoy it. And each other. Or are you afraid you’ll be in so deep you’ll let your defenses down, forget to hide that secret gooey center you guard so fiercely with your sarcasm?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Maybe I just like sex the way I like it. Using both of my hands.”

He shifted her wrists into one hand, freeing up his other. “You’re afraid to give up control. Be totally vulnerable. Admit it.”

Meg never backed down from a direct challenge. She’d do it.

“Fine.” She rolled her eyes. “I’ll just lie here like a limp noodle, the blood draining from my hands while you do whatever you’d like. Wake me up when you’re done.” She yawned for effect.

He nibbled on her cute little earlobe and got a shiver out of her. “Liked that, huh?”

“Been three long years, Dr. Freud. Not gonna take much.”

He loved how a woman who just barely passed the height restrictions to board most roller coasters could put up such a big front. He’d have her begging in no time.

Starting from her shapely calf, he ran his hand up her smooth leg, slowly trailing his fingers up her side, raising goose bumps in his fingers’ wake. When he finally reached her breasts, he gently kneaded and squeezed, taking the time to please both of them before he unlatched the front clasp of her lacy bra and parted it.

He took a moment to just look. To appreciate her beautiful body.

Meg huffed out an impatient breath.

He ran slow kisses across her jaw, her soft neck, and after he laid a light kiss just in front of her ear, whispered, “Am I annoying you?”

“Yes! You’re driving me nuts!”

He laughed, then kissed her pouting lips again. He’d missed her smart mouth as much as her sweet kisses. He’d kiss her for the next five minutes straight, just to drive her really crazy. Meg used to love that.

It wasn’t long until her body finally softened under his, and she let out a quiet sigh.

Progress.

Still kissing her, he slowly slid his hand lower, his fingers caressing her smooth belly. Only her skimpy panties remained.

When he slipped his hand under the soft material, he found her wet and ready for him. He stroked and teased her until she moaned against his mouth. “Now?”

“Not yet.”

He moved to her chest, exploring her breasts with his mouth. Sucking, teasing, until Meg moaned. “Josh . . . for the love of . . .”

He trailed lazy soft kisses lower, past her belly, to her shapely thighs. Using his teeth and a thumb, he slipped her panties off, then lapped up her moisture. Her hips jerked before she threw her head back.

Meg’s breathy gasps hardened him like steel.

He wasn’t sure how much more he could take. He wanted to go slow, but maybe he’d have to save that for the next time.