Page 97 of Playing With Love

I love you, I thought.

“Okay, honey.”

“Okay.” He kissed my temple and pulled back. “Now do you think you can go the whole night without your middle-of-the-night strip tease, or should I put on some sweats in preparation?”

I stretched out fully on top of him and tangled my bare leg with his.

Then I told him, “I’m in shorts and a tee.”

“And that means?”

I rested my head in the crook of his neck and breathed in deep. Soap and Tucker with a hint of Ralph Lauren. Heaven.

“It means we should be safe from me overheating… maybe.”

“You’re gonna be naked in the morning.”

He was probably right so I stayed quiet.

“Night, baby.”

“Night, Tucker.”

One arm slid around my back to hold me close and his other hand cupped my ass.

It didn’t take me long to drift off to sleep.

My last thought was I was already hot.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Apparently when Liza wore shorts and a tee to bed she slept through the night, because that morning I’d woken up to my woman still in her clothes still on top of me. That meant I woke up hot—in more than one way.

At closer to fifty than forty I wasn’t over the hill, but I was beyond an age where I woke up with a raging hard-on ready to pound nails. But it would seem waking up with a gorgeous woman who smelled good and felt great on top of me was the antidote to my age-waning morning wood. The issue with that was, I had no way to alleviate the throbbing in my dick her presence caused. It hadn’t gotten any better when she’d woken up and nuzzled her face into the crook of my neck and muttered her good morning.

It wasn’t a good morning, though it would’ve been a great morning if we were home where I could’ve rolled her over or shifted her astride me. I wasn’t picky, either way would’ve worked as long as my dick was buried in her wet heat while she panted out the words I’d waited a long time to hear and she swallowed mine when I said them in return.

Obviously that hadn’t happened. And since we were guests in Allyson’s home, it hadn’t gone anywhere beyond a morning kiss that I ended when the throbbing in my dick turned into pulsing pain when Liza’s hand made its way into my boxers and circled my shaft, giving me a long, tight stroke. Any more than that and I would’ve forgotten my manners, so I rolled us out of bed and set her away from me.

Liza was not put off, what she was, was smug.

It was cute as all fuck and sexy as hell.

Thankfully, she’d taken pity on me and left to use the restroom but not before she leaned into me and kissed my t-shirt-covered chest.

That wasn’t cute or sexy, it was torture not tossing her back on the bed and giving in to what we both wanted.

It wasn’t the time or place.

Playtime would be when I got her home.

Hopefully this wouldn’t take more than a few days. I needed to find a time to look around the outbuildings and Tate’s house—Something I planned to do tonight during the candlelight vigil.

Now I was getting ready to leave Liza on the compound with Allyson and take the car into town. This was two-fold; I wanted another look around the coffee shop and with any luck the owner would be there. I wanted eyes on the woman. I wanted to get a feel for her and watch how she interacted with her staff and patrons. I also wanted to see who was coming and going but more, who was loitering.

Frank had already spent a few days sitting in the parking lot and had come up empty. Though as far as I was concerned that didn’t mean jackshit. I wouldn’t’ve been surprised if he sat in his car watching with binoculars, announcing he was law enforcement.

“Want anything while I’m out?” I asked when I entered the living room and found the women sitting at Allyson’s two-top bistro-style table off the kitchen.