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I nodded and lifted the garbage bag I had left by the door. “I’ll put this in the trash bin. Go on inside.”
“Sure.” She wiped her hands on the back of her jeans. They weren’t dirty, but it was like she needed to do something.
Grinning, I put the garbage in the bin in the garage that would keep raccoons and barn cats out of it. I trotted to the house.
Emery was at the sink in the kitchen. I couldn’t get too poetic about what seeing her in my house did to me. I liked her there. That was enough to admit for tonight.
“You don’t have to do my dishes.” I came up behind her. I couldn’t help myself. Her ass in those jeans was a firm peach ready for the squeezing. She hadn’t taken off her fleece jacket, but I smoothed my hands under the hem and cupped her butt cheeks.
She gasped and spun. Her sudsy hands sprayed water over my shirt. “I’m sorry.” She giggled. “You startled me.”
“No, I’m sorry.” I chuckled, and when she looked around for a rag, I cupped her damp hands. “Don’t worry about it.”
Her gaze dipped to my mouth and jumped back up to my eyes. “I wasn’t expecting…this.” She took a fortified breath. “I’m so nervous.” A strained laugh escaped her. “Weird, right? Like I jumped right into your back seat after knowing you for what? An hour?”
I brushed her hair off her face. “I’m nervous too. It’s easier when you think you’ll never see someone again.” I traced a finger down her cheek. “Easier when you know it’s an arrangement. And a whole lot easier when the man leading you out of the bar is the best-looking guy you’ve ever seen.”
She laughed, tossing her head back. That same rich laugh from the night we met. Uninhibited and real. She hadn’t been trying to strike up anything with me then, and she wasn’t flirting.
“That is true.” Her smile was radiant. “You are the best-looking guy I’ve ever seen—and I didn’t think I’d see you again.”
Her honest admission shredded the last of my weak restraint. I kissed her, and this wasn’t a practiced invitation that told her I wanted more. She’d be able to tell as soon as I pulled her close.
The wet spots on my shirt were momentarily cold as she pressed against me. Heat ignited between us and chased the chill away. I slid my hands over her ass again. I loved her butt in jeans.
I loved her butt all the time.
But I wanted to touch skin. Our one time together had been as clothed as possible thanks to being in the back of my pickup. Crocus Valley was a small town that was quiet on the weekends, but it wasn’t private.
I’d been left wanting more then, and she was right here.
I stroked my hands up, tunneling under her shirt and jacket. As soon as my fingers touched her bare skin, she moaned. Her skin was blistering hot, matching the fire inside me. Together, we were going to burn my house down.
I splayed one hand over her back. With my other hand flattened against her, I got between her waistband and jeans. She rocked against me, but I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable with my hand shoved down zipped and buttoned pants.
So, I remedied that. I unbuttoned and unzipped her pants and skimmed underneath her waistband to cup her butt, skin to skin.
It wasn’t enough. I wanted to feel more of her. I reversed the direction and found her hot and wet and ready.
My erection throbbed behind the fly of my pants, and the exquisite pain worsened when she rubbed her hand against it.
I groaned and ripped my mouth off hers to kiss my way down her neck. “I remember how fucking wet and soft you were that night.” She bucked against my hand. I slid two fingers through her folds and pushed inside her. Fuck, the grip of her body was heaven. I hit her clit with my thumb and settled into a steady pace, thrusting my fingers in and out of her, matching it to my strokes over her clit.
“Oh my God.” She nearly climbed my body but stayed on her tiptoes, her backside pressed into the counter. She angled one knee out like she was trying to give me more room. “I can’t believe—” She cut off with a moan.
I whispered in her ear. “What don’t you believe, baby?” I kept my rhythm, and she tightened around me. Her walls clenched and milked my fingers, and her arms hugged tight around my shoulders.
She let out a small cry. “That you can get me off so easily.”
My ego exploded as fast as my dick wanted to. She was fucking right I could get her off. Not like that selfish ex of hers. Because she was fucking mine.
“Oh, God, Holden.”
My head was next to hers, her gasps ringing in my ears until they turned into moans and a final cry as she came.
I held her as she shuddered, and I tightened my embrace. I couldn’t wait to spread her out beneath me. To touch and taste every inch of her lush body.
I couldn’t wait to bury myself deep inside her. I could fuck her here. I could strip her down in her postorgasmic bliss and wrap her legs around me. But I didn’t want another fast, frantic coupling.
