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“Hey,” he whispered, tucking the hair behind my ear. “Becca understood. She and Stephan had it handled when we checked in on them. She said they had plenty of help and it was going well, so I promised her we’d be there next week to participate in the fun.”
“That makes me feel better, thank you. I know she insisted that I didn’t worry about it this morning when we met at the diner, but I still felt like I was shirking my duties.”
“They aren’t your duties, though. Your duties were to make the cookies and send them out there. They do this every Saturday and have the process streamlined. Stop worrying about it.”
I nodded and let out a sigh. “I’m kind of a control freak sometimes.”
“I never noticed,” he said with a smirk.
“Hey!” I said, swatting his chest playfully. “Someone has to have tight control at all times. It might as well be me.”
“Or,” he said, dragging me up his chest to eye level, “you could lose control and enjoy the ride.” He took my lips on a joyride then through the winter’s night. He tasted of smooth vanilla when I grasped his face and leaned into the kiss. He made a sound low in his throat that set my blood boiling and once again made me wonder what it would sound like in my ear at three a.m. A small part of that thought scared me, but the largest part of it sent a thrill of excitement through me. I wanted to know what it was like to make love to Lance Garland. Would he be a sweet and gentle lover or would our lovemaking be fast and furious. Something told me it could be either or, depending on the day.
“Hey,” he whispered, sliding his hand up the side of my cheek, “what’s got you so distracted.”
I met and held his gaze, his filled with the lust and longing I suspected was also in mine. “You make that sound low in your throat whenever you kiss me, and it always makes me wonder what kind of lover you’d be. So, if you must know, I was distracted by the triple X scenes playing through my head while you had your tongue down my throat.”
Before I could blink, he had flipped me over onto the bed with a hand on each side of my head and his groin pressed tight to my belly. His sleep pants left nothing to the imagination. “Keep talking like that, Indigo Dickson, and I’ll show you exactly what kind of lover I am.”
“Promises, promises,” I whispered, pressing my belly back against him until he moaned again.
“I’m serious, Indie. Every kiss we share leaves me needy and desperate to have you. Keep flirting like that and the gentleman my momma raised is going to lose out to the man who will stop at nothing to convince the woman under him she wants him too.”
“Convincing isn’t needed,” I promised, biting my lip for a moment while I held his gaze.
He moaned and then his lips were back on mine while his knee snugged tightly between my legs. I pressed back, the sensation heightening the kiss and dragging a moan from my throat. “We have to stop, Gumdrop,” he said against my lips, but it didn’t feel like he was stopping.
“Why?” I asked before he stole the words from my lips and filled my mouth to overflowing with his tongue.
“We’re not ready for this step?”
“You made that a question, which means you aren’t sure.”
“Oh, I’m sure,” he said, diving back in to capture my lips again. “I’m sure I’ve wanted you in my bed since you walked into the diner last year, but that doesn’t mean you’re sure. You’re also not in a good place right now and I won’t take advantage of that. There’s an order for relationships and I can’t be sure, but I think making love is further down the list.”
“I don’t want to overanalyze this, Lance. I just want to follow my heart and see where it leads. It led me to you, tonight. That’s all I need to be sure.”
His lips captured mine as my hands worked at his t-shirt to pull it over his head. Once it was gone, his lips were back on mine and my hands ran across his strong chest to his washboard abs. It was obvious Lance worked hard at the diner and his physique proved it. A shiver ran through him when my fingers played with the waistband of his pants. “Gumdrop,” he said against my lips. “I just remembered I don’t have any protection. I haven’t been in a relationship in years.”
“I’ve got us,” I promised, lifting my hips to grind against his knee. “If you trust me, take my shirt off.”
He grasped the bottom of my sleep shirt and tugged it over my head gently, his gaze dropping to my chest. He let out a sigh of contentment as he gazed at my breasts.
I tried to cover them with my arm, but he grasped it and held it aside. “My tummy is kind of big,” I said, embarrassed now that I’d seen how ripped he was. “Too many gumdrops.”
He shook his head but didn’t speak until he’d taken a taste from each nipple, driving me higher into sensations I hadn’t felt in too long. “Your tummy is perfectly soft and rounded, Gumdrop,” he whispered. He lowered his head and kissed his way down my belly, blowing tenderly against my navel. “Perfect for kissing on my way back to your breasts. They steal all thoughts from my head, baby.” Then he did exactly that and kissed his way back up my belly to my left breast where he suckled to his heart’s content. While he was distracted with my breast, I worked his sleep pants down until I could grasp him. His sharp intake of breath and playful bite to my nipple told me he loved the gentle pressure I offered. I ran my thumb over his tip, a thrill zipping through me to finally be with him in this way.
He buried his lips in my neck and bucked against my hand, pressing into my hip bone and moaning with pent-up desire. “I’m not going to last if you keep doing that, and I never want this to end.”
I released him and he kicked his pants the rest of the way off before he grasped the waistband of mine and pulled them down and away. His intake of breath told me he liked what he saw. The way he straddled my knees, forcing my legs together told me he wanted to take the control back. I’d let him, for now.
“You’re gorgeous. I don’t deserve you,” he sighed, his hands stroking my thighs with a feather touch. “I’ve dreamt about having these thighs wrapped tightly around me when I’m buried deep inside you.”
“I can make that happen,” I promised, my voice gravelly and filled with desire.
“You will, but first, I need to memorize everything about your center because, baby, it’s mine now.”
He pushed my legs apart then with a possessiveness I didn’t know he had inside him. He lay between them, kissing, nipping, and sucking his way up each thigh to my center. When he stroked me with his tongue, I nearly lost touch with reality.
