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Rob’s brows crease, like he’s trying to understand.
“Cade has the kids for as long as we need him to. No one is coming out to this shed, so we can stand here and wait for you to get over your tantrum, or you can remove my clothes to do very wicked, very dirty things to me.”
He hisses through his gritted teeth, “Fuck, Tara. What are you doing to me?”
“Is it because I’m sweaty and not wearing one of your sundresses? Or perhaps it’s the paint? I know I’m a mess.”
He grips my hip and pulls me so close, I didn’t even know there was room between us to close. “You know you’re so fucking sexy that you’d look gorgeous in a goddamn tarp.”
I smile, still not touching him.
“I walked all the way out here, so if you need help with anything, I’m happy to assist. Do you need anything from me?” I ask in a barely there whisper.
“I do,” he states, his stance wide and strong as he remains in the center of the room. “Kiss me,” he dares.
“You didn’t say please.”
“It wasn’t a request.” He grips me by the other hip, and I gasp at the feel of his body, hard as marble against my soft curves. “I’ve been thinking about you all damn day.”
His fingers dig into my ass as he lowers his face to mine.
I kiss his stubble. It tickles my skin, yet I want more of his sinful mouth. I lift up onto my toes and link my mouth to his. Languidly, I kiss him, taking the lead on this one task, not using tongue at first, but teasing him with my lips. His hands are still at my hips and ass, digging and pressing, yearning to rip my clothes off based on the way his fists clench at the fabric.
His mouth becomes desperate as he parts my lips with his tongue and lavishes me with the sweet, erotic swipes of an impenetrable kiss. Unlike our previous kisses, he controls this one. Demanding in a way that’s possessive with his movements.
I like this side of Rob. I like when he takes charge of me, controls me. Manhandles me. Perhaps it’s because I’ve been handling myself for so long, taking care of myself, loving myself, that I want this kind of action. I don’t want to think. I want to just be handled in every way.
From the power in his hands, the slickness of his mouth, and the thick bulge that presses into me, there’s no way I can keep my hands at my sides anymore.
My hand glides down the front of his T-shirt, taking in the delicious contours that I had the pleasure of viewing days ago and crave to see again. I let them slide lower and rub the front of his jeans and feel the thickness of his arousal pressing against the fabric.
The action is enough to elicit a visceral reaction from Rob in the form of a kiss. He turns his head, grips my head, and lands the most soul-shattering, heat-seeping kiss on my lips. My mouth parts on instinct, and we become a tangle of lips and tongues, lashing at each other in desperation.
“What are we doing?” he husks against my ear.
“Trusting each other.”
“Is that all?”
“That and the fact that all I’ve been thinking about today was how good it felt to have your cock in my mouth.”
“You have a filthy mind,” he groans as he releases my mouth and then bites down on my neck.
“You love it.”
His eyes close, and his fingers move to the skin between my pants and the sweatshirt. I’m so damn hot from the summer heat to the way this man sends passionate waves of fire my way. I need to cool down. I lift my hands so he can rid me of the sweatshirt and tee beneath it. He follows my order and discards my tops, leaving me in just a bra.
He travels past my collarbone and then straight to my breasts, which he frees with the skill of a man who knows how to remove a woman’s clothing. I kick off my shoes and feel his body flex as he does the same. We kiss and move in a skillful dance toward the back of the room. The sunlight doesn’t reach the space where Rob keeps his tools, so I have to open my eyes slightly to see where we’re going.
There’s a ladder in the back. He ushers me toward it.
“Secret hideaway?” I look up toward the rectangular opening in the ceiling.
“Something like that,” he says as he follows me up the ladder.
When he bites my ass, I yelp and then fall onto the plywood at the top.
I can’t stand so I crawl on my knees toward the center of the space. It’s hot and dark with little light shining through the crevices in the wood.
