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He took a quick breath, then pushed himself to his feet, which wasn’t as easy to do as it had been a few minutes ago, given that his lower half had turned to granite. He extended a hand to her. “Come on.”
She frowned. “Where?”
“I’m thinking the living room sofa unless you have a better spot.”
“Oh.” She shook her head. “What about Carol?”
“What about her?” Since Carol had given him pointers on how to date her mother, he didn’t think she’d be too upset if he made a few moves, but what did he know about twelve-year-olds?
“I don’t want her to walk in on us.” Ruth blew out a quick breath nodding toward a door on the left. “The study.”
“The study it is.” He took her hand, pulling her after him before she could change her mind. The study was small and cozy, with a desk and an ancient easy chair. It also had a door, which he closed as Ruth flipped on the desk lamp.
He sank down in the easy chair, pulling her into his lap. “That’s better.”
“Is it?” She gave him a dry smile. “What did you have in mind, anyway?”
“Canoodling.” He brought his hands to her face again, pulling her down so that her lips reached his.
“Old-fashioned word,” she murmured against his lips. “I think my grandmother used it now and then.”
“I’d rather not be thinking about my grandparents just now.”
She chuckled, and he took advantage.
She tasted of wine and musk, all woman and just right for his arms. He let his lips move along the line of her throat, his tongue touching the warmth of her pulse. His own body was racing ahead, but he ignored it. There were limits to what they could do, and he intended to explore them thoroughly. He wasn’t about to hurry into anything that would get him into trouble with either Ruth or her daughter.
Ruth gave a shuddering sigh, then pulled his mouth back to hers, her tongue sliding in to ignite a few more fires in his body. He dropped his hands to her waistband, sliding underneath the edge of her shirt to feel warm skin. Then he wrapped his fingers around her waist, rubbing his thumbs in a line up her center, then down to circle her navel.
She broke the kiss, staring back at him, eyes wide.
He moved his hands to her breasts, pushing beneath her bra to catch the nipples between his fingers. They hardened as he tugged and her breath caught. He pushed the bra aside, leaning forward to take a nipple in his mouth, biting lightly, running his tongue across the tip. He pulled on the other nipple, letting it peak as she moved restlessly against him.
Much more of that restlessness and he’d be pulling her underneath him, hoping Carol would stay in her sulk a little while longer.
“Wait,” Ruth whispered. “Wait a minute.”
“I can do a minute.” He closed his eyes, trying to slow down his pulse. “Please don’t ask for an hour.”
She chuckled softly, loosening her hand on his arm, and he turned to the other nipple, suckling hard as Ruth gasped. Her fingers dug into his shoulders again, as if she were hanging on.
He dropped his hands to the waistband of her jeans, undoing the button and pulling down the zipper. He managed to jerk both jeans and panties partway down her legs. And then he dropped to his knees in front of the chair, pulling her forward so that she was at the edge of the seat.
He moved his mouth to the joining of her legs, letting his tongue scrape against the hard nub of her clit. Above him, she gave a dry sob and then gasped, holding herself tight. She wouldn’t want to make a sound. He was suddenly tempted to coax her to sob again. Totally inappropriate, dumb-ass!
He managed to slide one finger into her opening, running his tongue across her clit once, and then again, as he worked her slowly.
His cock strained hard against his jeans. He only hoped he didn’t shame himself, but he was committed now. Ruth’s hands tightened more firmly on his shoulders, her whole body going stiff as she strained against him. He could almost feel her struggling to keep silent. And then she was convulsing, gasping as her body bent at the waist, her hips trembling against his shoulders.
He let her down slowly, moving back into the chair so that he could cradle her in his arms, resting his forehead against hers. “Okay?” he murmured.
