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Of course now that he was divorced with his kids out of the house was when he checked to make sure his long workdays were okay. “Yeah, sure.”
He lifted one hand. “Have a good night.”
Sam headed out the back door and crossed through the gate into the Ewings’ backyard, finding their back door locked. She lifted the flowerpot from the stoop, the one that hid the key, and opened the door. “Mike?”
“Hey, yeah,” he answered from somewhere in the front of the house. He strode into the kitchen. “I was expecting you to come to the front door. How’d you get in?”
She jerked her thumb over her shoulder. “You think I don’t know where the key is hidden?”
“I’ll have to tell my parents they need to change the locks.”
She circled her hands behind his neck. “That means you don’t want me coming over to surprise you.”
He squinted, pretending to think on it. “Depends on the surprise.”
Then she raised up on her toes and kissed him. This time, it was a little more frantic, a little less welcome-home, and a lot more hurry-up. “Wait, peaches. Hold on,” he said, raising his head when she nipped at his bottom lip. “Do you want something to eat or drink or—”
She grabbed the back of his head, her nails scratching along his scalp as she dragged him back down to her. She’d waited for this long enough.
He let out a delicious grunt and gripped her waist to lift her onto the kitchen table, settling between her open legs. Gliding his hands up her sides, he kissed the spot where her neck and shoulder met. “I want to make it good for you.”
“It will be,” she said, though it was barely a whisper.
“Everything we’ve done so far…” His words trailed off into more kisses up her neck.
“Mm-hmm.”
Everything they’d done so far had been more than wonderful, she couldn’t wait for more, but it seemed there was something holding him back.
“What is it?”
“I haven’t had sex since before,” he said, meeting her gaze, and it took a few moments for her to understand. “You might need to be a little patient with me.”
“Patient,” she repeated. It wasn’t exactly something she was known for, but she’d been patient this last month. Figuring out how to make it good not only for her but for him, too, seemed like an adventure, not a problem.
With his dark eyes searching every inch of her face and his hands coming to rest again on her throat, she had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. It was as if he could see right inside her.
“I want to make it so good that at the end of the summer, you won’t want to leave.”
She tried to laugh, but it caught in her throat. Instead, she swallowed down her fear of becoming attached—although that was a lie; she already was. She just had to figure out how to get away—and met him halfway when he leaned down to kiss her.
“You planning on making it good on this table?” she asked between kisses.
He stepped away from her, tugging on her hand until she hopped off the table. “Gross, Samantha. Super unsanitary.”
“Hey.” She smiled. “I don’t know what you’re into.”
“You.” He smoothed his hand down her hip to grip her ass. “I’m into you. Now, get downstairs. We’ve got an hour until my parents come home.”
She skipped away from him, laughing. “Exactly what every woman wants to hear.”
He grumbled something she couldn’t hear under his breath as he followed her down the steps, and she immediately stripped off her T-shirt and leggings. At the bottom of the staircase, he stared, mouth open as she stood with her hands on her hips in only her bra and underwear. She was no longer afraid of what she looked like. She was confident in her curves or, rather, lack thereof. One particular boy in ninth grade, Dillon Miller, said she had the body of a tree trunk, the same size from top to bottom. Well, fuck Dillon Miller.
Because Michael Ewing couldn’t keep his eyes or hands off her.
“Come here,” he said, reaching for her ribs, his lips at her neck. He’d become an expert at kissing her, and she was already breathless by the time he skimmed his fingers over her bra, unsnapping the clasp so the straps fell from her shoulders. He didn’t hesitate to bend, sucking one nipple into his mouth as he toyed with the other, and her knees almost buckled.
“You like that?” He breathed over her wet skin before switching, moving his mouth to her other breast until she was practically liquefied in his hands. “I can’t hear you.”
