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“Yeah.” He sifted her hair around his fingers, cupped her head and tilted it into position for another kiss. “Nothing wrong with being a little out of control, is there?”
“Definitely not.” Between them, she found the bottom of his shirt and snuck her hands underneath, her nails dragging against his chest. “But we need more space to get out of control. Give me a few minutes to freshen up, then meet me upstairs?”
Oh, hell yeah. He nodded, let her slide free and watched her walk away. The sway of her hips, the way her body curved and dipped in all the right places—his hand was on his cock before she reached the entryway.
“Don’t get too fresh,” he said as she rounded the banister.
From the first stair, she leaned over the railing and smiled at him. “Is that code for ‘hurry the hell up’ or do you want me a little bit dirty?”
“Both.”
The creaking stairs suggested she’d taken them at a sprint, and by twos. He liked that about her—her energy, her spirit.
A door closed upstairs. He pushed off the couch, checking out the room as he pulled up his jeans. Cozy, comfortable living room, neutral colors and very tidy. No toys lying around. The only evidence a kid lived here was a short stack of comics and some framed photos. Mostly pictures of Lennox, no surprise there.
His gaze landed on a casual shot of mother and daughter. He picked it up, smiling as he took in Leigh and her mini-me, their arms around each other, big smiles on both faces. Genuine happiness and love, right there.
“Meow.”
He turned his attention to the gray cat eyeing him from a chair in the corner. “How long have you been there, kitty? Your name wouldn’t happen to be Peeping Tom, would it?”
Clearly deeming him unworthy of another meow, the cat tucked his head against his body and went back to sleep.
“Hey…” Leigh’s voice drifted from the second floor. “There’s no hot man waiting in my bedroom. You didn’t fall asleep on the couch, did you?”
As if that’d be possible in the state she’d left him. He replaced the photo and headed for the stairs.
Leigh stood at the top, hands on her hips. She’d left her hair down—and messy, as she’d described it—but swapped the jeans and white bra for two pieces of skimpy black lace and a pair of shoes with straps that wrapped around her ankles and up her calves.
“Wow.” Hot. So damn hot. “I was not expecting that.”
LEIGH
“Too much?”Of course it was too much. She’d known that when she looked in the mirror a couple minutes ago. She should’ve gone with a tank top and boy shorts. Or a robe. Even the black bra and panties might’ve been okay—if she’d forgone the over-the-top shoes. A forty-two-year-old woman attempting to seduce a twenty-eight-year-old personal trainer. What the hell was she thinking?
“Oh yeah, babe, it’s too much.” The old house’s stairs creaked under Sam’s steady ascent. “But don’t worry, I’ll take care of that when I get up there.” Halfway up, he peeled off his t-shirt. A step higher he unzipped his jeans—and left his hand inside the open fly, stroking himself through the boxer briefs.
The next squeak came from her, not the stairs. Her status as a confident, mature woman evaporated. Suddenly she was nineteen again, giddy and horny and nervous like whoa.
“You look incredible.” Sam looped his arm around her waist. Lips brushing her shoulder and neck, his teasing touch left a trail of goose bumps that quickly spread to cover every inch of her body. “I like the shoes. They’re staying on.”
Well, then. Maybe the shoes hadn’t been a bad choice after all.
Sam walked her backward, nodding toward the hallway. “Which room’s yours?”
“The one at the end.”
He didn’t answer, just smiled, then turned her inside the circle of his arms. Fifteen feet to the door, each slow step accompanied by Sam’s mouth on her neck, his breath in her ear, his hands moving over her body. He slid his fingers inside her bra. Nibbled her earlobe, chuckling at her pouty moan when he abandoned her nipples.
“There’ll be more of that when I get you naked on a bed.”
“Then walk faster.”
Not part of Sam’s plan, obviously. He gripped her hips, pulling her tight to his body, his very hard cock pressing against the crack of her ass when she tried upping their pace.
“Or we could go at your…” Oh God, his hand. In her panties. Gliding back and forth over her clit.
“At my what?”
