“Yeah. Last night.” I nodded like a freaking bobble-head doll.
“I’m good.” Her smile widened to a grin. “I don’t want to disillusion you, Sam, but that wasn’t my first time.”
“I know. But it was your first time with me. Our first time.” My voice was rough with remembered passion. “And I was gone all day. I didn’t know ... if you expected anything.”
Meghan set down the peaches and put her hands on her hips. “Anything like what? An engagement ring? A declaration of undying love? I thought we’d worked out our expectations yesterday.”
“No, not like that. I mean, like for me to be hanging around. Or ...” I glanced toward the house. “Or coming to your bedroom last night. Sleeping with you. Staying the night.”
She laughed. “Oh, Sam. You’re making this so much more complicated than it needs to be. Were you worried all day that I’d be mooning around the house, waiting for you to show up and be my boyfriend?”
“No. Yes. Hell, I don’t know. I’ve never done this, been with a girl who lived in my house. It’s—” I glanced around, searching for the right word. “It’s weird, is what it is. I have no clue how to treat you. How you expect to be treated. Do we hold hands at the dinner table? Do I kiss you goodbye in the morning before I leave for the fields? Do you want me to check in at lunch time?”
“What do you want to do? Because that’s what I want, too. I don’t want you kissing me or holding my hand or anything because you think it’s what you’re supposed to do. Only do it if you want.” Meghan took another step closer to me, her eyes roaming down my body again. “For instance, how would you feel if I saw you washing up out here, and I just waved and walked right into the kitchen?”
I considered. “I guess I’d feel okay with it. Why wouldn’t I?”
“Right. Because that would be natural for me to do that. But what you don’t know is that every single time I see you here at the end of the day, stripping off your shirt and getting all wet, the only thing I want to do is ... this.”
She reached out one finger to trace the path of one small water droplet as it ran down from my neck and across my chest. I shivered at her touch. Her fingertip took a detour around my pecs and up to circle one nipple, teasing ever closer to the center of the disc but never actually touching it. I closed my eyes as she ventured farther down, over my abs to stop at the waistband of my jeans.
“The first time I saw you out here washing up, all I could think was that I wanted to come up behind you, wrap my arms around your middle and lay my head on your back. Just to breathe in your scent after a day in the fields, and touch your chest ... your abs ... any part of you ... as long as I wanted.”
My mouth was dry, and my cock strained against the zipper of my jeans. I couldn’t think of anything intelligent to say. Shit, I couldn’t think of anything stupid to say.
“So if I’m in the kitchen looking out the window when you come in from working, I just might come out to do that. Okay? Not because I think it’s what I should do, or what you expect me to do. But because it feels good. It’s what I want to do.”
I nodded. “God, I hope you want to do that every single day.”
Meghan nodded. “I can tell you it’s a strong likelihood. But don’t worry, if Bridget is out here or in the kitchen, I’ll keep my hands to myself.” She ran her fingers up my arms, and I thought I heard a little hum under her breath. “So what about you? What have you been fantasizing about doing if we ever got together?”
I caught her hand and dragged her closer. “Exactly what we did last night in my truck.”
Her eyes went soft for a moment. “Yeah, that works for me, too. What else?”
I reached behind her head, where her red curls were gathered into a messy ponytail. Pulling out the hair band, I combed my fingers through the strands, gentling when I hit snarls that needed to be unraveled.
“Hmmm ... let me think.” I squinted. “I want to sit out on the front porch with you after dinner. While Ali’s putting Bridge to bed, and the day’s work is done. I want to hold you in my lap on the swing and make out until neither of us can think straight.”
“Didn’t we do that Friday night?” She was teasing, but I nodded.
“Yeah, but when we’re so turned on we can’t breathe, this time I want to be able to pick you up and carry you to your ... hmm. No, that won’t work.”
She tilted her head. “What? What won’t work?”
I ran one hand over my damp hair. “Your room. It used to be my grandmother’s, before she died. And call me crazy, but the idea of having sex in her bedroom just isn’t something I can do. It would be like she was still in the room, you know what I mean?” I shuddered.