The red Jameson’s Gym T-shirt threatened to burn her retinas. “Could that shirt be any tighter?” Or the dark shorts, which hugged him in all the right places?
“I don’t know. But I can’t feel my left arm anymore.”
She sighed. “You actually do look like a stop sign in that.”
“I know.” He shrugged. “What can I do?” He jerked his arm, hard, and she heard a rip. “Oh no. It ripped! Witness.” He pointed to her. “I did nothing to cause this, just tried to hug my new girlfriend.”
Her heart raced. Girlfriend? They had labels now? Best to keep it casual and not act like she cared what they called each other. Though she did. But how did she feel about that? She’d figure it out later, after he’d gone.
“Is that so? Looked to me like you moved really fast and in a jerky motion. Damaging work property, not to mention flouting his authority by not wearing the uniform when everyone else is. Are you at all worried Mac could fire you?”
He snorted. “Yeah, right.”
“Good point.” Hell, even she knew that the recent gym crowd came for the Donnigans and their self-defense class.
“I work for peanuts. He’s lucky to have me.”
“Then why stay?”
He pulled off his shirt, leaving him in thigh-hugging nylon shorts that left little to the imagination. “Because I love the gym. And if I can work and have fun, right now, that’s good enough for me.” He nodded. “I mean, at some point I’ll want to do something else with my life. But I’m taking it slowly. One day at a time.”
She nodded absently, unable to look away from all those muscles. It was like a biological map. Zoe could see the lines of his ab muscles begging to be traced with a marker. Or her tongue. “Not that I’m complaining, but what’s with the tight gym clothes? Are we going to work out or something?”
He chuckled. “You, sexy, give new meaning to the termworkout.” He moved closer, drawing her against his incredible body for a kiss. “I should be too worn out to even wonder about sex with you tonight. But it’s all I’ve been thinking about since you left this morning.”
She flushed. “I hope your sister was okay with us staying over.”
“She doesn’t need to know. Besides. You’ve made that garden shine.”
“Speaking of which, how’s Leon?”
“Just fine, surrounded by all the ladies.” He smiled and kissed her again, this time slipping her more tongue. “Hmm. You taste delicious.”
“Like a big old apple, I’ll bet.” Since she’d just polished off a Honeycrisp in an effort to have some sustenance before she worked it off in bed.
“Nah. Like an appetizer before I get to the main course. I’m going to go slow tonight. Not like yesterday.”
Her heart raced. “You mean this morning, and you were pretty damn slow then.”
“Did I tire you out?” He smirked. “Hard to keep up with me, huh, baby?”
“Oh right. The pet names.” She loved him calling herbaby. And it was so macho and sexist. She hated herself a little for enjoying it. “Now that we’re going steady and all”—she looked down her nose at him—“is this where I call yousugar lumps? You know, in case I forget your name in the middle of sex?”
He looked at her in awe.
“What?” she snapped, still turned on despite herself.
“See? That meanness? Gets me so fuckin’ hard.” He took her hand and drew it between his legs. “You do this for me…baby.”
She gripped him, not surprised to feel him so large. But she hadn’t taken a good look the other night, having been too keen on riding him to orgasm, or letting him ride her. “Strip. I want to see what I’m getting.” So much for that conversation they might have.
“Yeah? Feeling me deep in you when I came wasn’t enough?”
She wanted to be a little more worldly, but she blushed.
He grinned. “You’re so cute when you turn red.”
“Shut up and get naked, would you?”
