Stacy’s husband clapped him on the shoulder. “You should bring her around more often, Rick. She’s good for you. Or for your losing streak, anyway. Maybe you’ll win more if she’s here to help you out.”
Rick released her but kept a hold of her hand. He laughed good-naturedly at the teasing his family gave him, but as soon as he could excuse them without making it too obvious they wanted to be alone, he did so. Not that he fooled anyone. Gina caught more than one smug and knowing glance pass among his family members as they went back inside the house. She didn’t care nearly as much as she thought she would. There was nothing malicious in the joking that went on. They all seemed genuinely happy to have her there, mostly because they thought that Rick wanted her there.
He pulled her up the stairs and into a room at the end of the hall that she hadn’t seen yet. He clicked on the lights and shut the door behind them.
“This is a nice room,” she said, suddenly breathless.
“It’s mine for when I visit. Mom and Dad just moved all our stuff over when they moved here. ”
“So, this is your childhood room?”
He shrugged. “Basically. Only in a different house.”
“Oh. That’s nice.” She didn’t even look around. She was pretty sure there was a full-size bed behind him with some sort of blue comforter. But her attention was mostly riveted on Rick. Was it bad that the only other thing to register in her brain was the bed?
Rick’s hands grasped her hips and pulled her forward. She didn’t fight him. Her hands came up and slowly moved up his arms to loop around his neck.
“I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” he said, dipping his head.
Chapter Thirteen
Rick had spent most of his childhood fantasizing about having an unbelievably hot woman in his bedroom. Well, any kind of a woman really, but someone of Gina’s caliber had been the ultimate wish. It may have taken a decade or so longer than he’d have liked, but here she was. Amazing and sweet and adorably insane and trembling in his arms, her face raised to his.
Their lips met, and it was better than any fantasy his prepubescent brain had ever dreamed up. Hell, better than anything his adult mind had ever experienced. Those sweet lips of hers moved under his, opening with a little moan, letting him delve inside. The moment he touched the heat of her, he groaned, all thoughts other than the woman in his arms obliterated. Nothing else mattered but her. Getting closer. Deeper.
Thank God she was on board with that. She wrapped her arms around his neck, rising on her toes to press closer. He walked her backward until they hit the bed. She let go of him only long enough to scoot onto the mattress. He followed, half covering her as she reached up to drag him back down to her lips. He tried to get a thigh between her legs but her skirt formed a tight leather barrier that no man was penetrating.
They broke apart, both laughing breathlessly, both reaching down to hike her skirt up. His hand dragged up her thigh, and her laugh choked off the moment his fingers skimmed over the last silky barrier between them. She tugged at his shirt, her hands skimming across his stomach, tracing every corded muscle. Her fingers skirted across the band of his jeans. Dipped inside to tease and darted back out. Over and over.
Two could play that game.
His hand cupped her, rubbing, until she arched under him, her body begging for his touch. He slipped a finger inside her and she nearly came off the bed.
“God, Rick!”
“Shh,” he said with a laugh.
She giggled along with him and rocked against him again. Her laugh broke off with a choked sound, and he renewed his attention.
Her hands were everywhere. They were wearing far too many clothes, but some tiny, rational corner of his brain kept him aware of the fact that he was in his parents’ house. With his entire family just beyond the door to his room. Which he hadn’t locked. And wouldn’t lock anyway, because then he would never hear the end of it.
Gina was beginning to whimper and buck against his hand, and he sped up his movements. His mouth closed over hers, his tongue mimicking what his hand was doing to her. She clutched his shoulders, her body tensing.
“Rick?” Jenny’s voice rang out.
“Shit!” Rick and Gina both hissed at the same time.
They scrambled up, righting clothing and smoothing hair as fast as they could. By the time his sister burst through his door, after a quick knock but no wait for a response, they were presentable again. A bit breathless and frustrated. But presentable.
“Here you guys are. Stacy and Karen are leaving. Mom says come say good-bye.”
“Okay, we’ll be right down,” Rick said, though his attention was still mostly on Gina, who sat on the edge of the bed.