When he’d given her a tour yesterday, she thought she’d fallen in love with his house. Today, it was official. She loved every part of it. There was nothing she’d change except maybe she’d take up some of that huge backyard with a pool.
Staring through the window above the sink while she washed the bowls she’d used making pies and cookies, she watched Rylan set up portable tables and chairs someone had dropped off after she’d left last night. He kept fussing with the layout, and she couldn’t help but smile at his antics.
He really wanted today to go well.
Not that she could fault him for that. She wanted today to go well too. Because even though this wasn’t her house, she kind of felt like a co-host.
She’d helped buy all the food, and they’d spent the morning making salads and sides while her pies and cookies cooked.
The kitchen smelled delicious. Actually, the whole house smelled fantastic. Every time she stepped outside, then back in, she was hit by the wall of aroma that hung in the air. It was a tantalizing scent. Made her think about overindulging in the yummy treats. Speaking of tantalizing yummy treats...
Rylan had bent over to straighten a leg on one of the tables, and his tight butt was aimed right at her.
She’d had her hands on that ass. On the smooth skin and taut muscles currently hidden beneath his shorts. It should be illegal for a man to look that good. In or out of clothes.
Her eyes closed on a moan as her mind replayed their time together in the base’s bathroom. She hadn’t gotten a good look until after they’d had sex but after...Oh boy, the man did not have a modest bone in his body because he’d strutted around without a stitch of clothing on and hadn’t flinched at her perusal. She might have tried to be discreet in her inspection, although she had the impression he’d known she was looking and hadn’t cared.
Hadwantedher to look at him.
He wasn’t overly muscled despite how much he worked out. Rylan’s body was the stuff of fantasies. At least it was hers. Tall and strong, he was physically perfect in her opinion. A light dusting of dark hair over his arms and legs, as well as his chest. And the trail that led to his magnificent cock should definitely be called the happy trail.
Her pussy clenched and wept with remembered pleasure when she thought about his cock. About it thrusting inside her. He’d given her more satisfaction in that fast fuck than she’d received from Stuart in the previous six years. She’d had no idea sex could be so good.
A groan squeezed from her throat.
“Are you okay?” Large, sun-warmed hands wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her around. “Maz? What is it? Did you cut yourself?”
She blinked up at him. “Huh?”
“The glass.” Rylan tipped his chin at the sink behind her. “It’s broken.” He slid his hands down her arms and cradled her wrists, his gaze scanning her finger and palms.
“Oh, no, I . . .” She swallowed. Licked her lips. “I just . . .” What could she say? She was daydreaming about him? Remembering their explosive encounter at work? No, that would never do. Not if she wanted to keep him firmly in the friend zone.
“Maz. . . ?”
Something in her expression, her voice, must have tipped him off to what she was thinking because his head lowered, his mouth close enough to hers that the breath of his next words fanned over her lips.
“I know we said we wouldn’t.” His gaze searched hers. “But—”
Their mouths crashed together. Lips smashed together, teeth bumped, and tongues dueled.
It was everything she remembered and more.
Wetter, hotter, fiercer.
And it wasn’t only their mouths that sought a connection. Their hands groped and gripped, fingers stroking and brushing, palms cupping, squeezing. His on her breasts, hers on the globes of his ass.
It was frantic and breath-stealing and mind-numbing.
Every touch, every sound of approval, every ragged gasp for air, it all drove the need higher, the want deeper, made the ache sharper.
A jagged moan left her mouth when he trailed his lips over her cheek to nip at her ear. She turned her head and stretched her neck to urge him on, entice him further. His hand slipped into the back of her shorts. His fingers teased the crack of her ass, and she’d never wished to be naked so badly in her life.
Unfortunately, there were no genies to grant her wishes here. If she wanted the magic, she had to make it happen herself.
Fumbling with his fly, she tugged and yanked until the fastening gave way, and she could wrap her hands around the hot length of Rylan. Smooth as silk and hard as steel, his flesh slid over her palm, through her fingers, in a damp thrust of carnal delight.
Mazey wanted to taste him, pull him into her mouth, and feel that male power gliding across her tongue.
