Made love.
He blew out a breath, ready to take her right now.
Reggie had never been so sexed up for a woman before, and it was messing with his head. He wanted to shove inside her, come, and stay there, hugging her to him, forever.
His woman.
Yeah, my girlfriend,he reminded himself, gratified.
That in mind, he turned on the TV in the living room and let himself just relax, content to be near Maggie.
She returned just as, on TV, the police named the murderer.
“Hi, I—”
“Shh.” He leaned forward. “Ah-ha! I knew the butcher did it.”
“Oh?”
“Mystery solved.”
“I like mysteries.” She smiled.
“Here’s one. What were you up to next door for so long?” he asked and met her by the door for a kiss.
The kiss, as usual, started light and turned passionate from one breath to the next.
“Jealous?”
“Of your gay best friends? Yes,” he growled and rubbed her shoulders.
Her laugh turned in a sensual moan. “Oh, that feels good.” She looked up at him through her lashes. “Do you happen to know anyone who gives a good massage?”
“Do you have any oil? Lotion?” He kept rubbing her shoulders, aroused and ready to play. “I have some all-natural stuff I can use, but it gets sticky pretty quickly once it squirts from its container.”
“Reggie.” She blushed.
He grinned. “Some immature guy humor for you. So what were you doing next door?”
“We were talking about you and what they think I should do for our next date.”
He paused. “Do they know I’m here?”
“Maybe.” She turned a deeper red. “I didn’t mean to tell them, but they saw me smiling and said I had that look.”
“What look?” Mystified, he tried to see it.
“They said I looked happy and that my hair was pretty much the result of a hot firefighter running his big, strong hands through it.” She laughed at him. “I think the guys have a crush. They couldn’t sing your praises enough.”
“Nice.” He would thank them later. “So nothing else?”
She looked puzzled. “Like?”
They hadn’t mentioned his stopover Thursday night. He owed them. “Like sex tips on how to make your man happy? Not that you need any, but it strikes me that they would be ideal people to give you advice. Nobody knows their own equipment better, am I right?”
“I donottalk sex tips with Doug and Benny. That’d be like you talking to your sisters about how to go down on a woman.”
“That’s disgusting.”
