She closed her eyes and breathed out a steamy breath.“No, that’s silly.Let’s just do this.”
“You sure?”
“Mmhmm.”She cut me off when I opened my mouth to argue.“Get back down there, Rem.”
I went back into my lowered position; this time she moved close enough that I could smell something clove scented from her stomach.Her hands lingered above me for just a moment, before she took hold and placed an ice- and dirt-covered sole of her boot in the cradle of my fingers.
“You ready?”I asked, with a raspy voice.
“Sure.”
When I stood, I expected to bear her weight, but instead she bent her knee keeping her opposite leg on the ground.Her arms circled my neck and the scruff on my cheek scraped against the soft skin of her chest.The clove scent was stronger there between the full swells of her breasts.
If my dick twitched, I wasn’t really to blame.Our chemistry had never been an issue, and I’d been in a dry spell for a while.
She let go of me as if she’d discovered she was holding a porcupine.“Sorry, I thought I was ready.”
“It’s okay,” I said, I was about to suggest the blanket again, and I was beginning to think that she should take me up on it.
Before I could say anything, she fixed a determined gaze with mine.“I’ll be ready this time.”
“Third times the charm?”
“Definitely.”
We found our positions again, counted to three before I extended her weight in my hands.I had my back against the siding to keep stable while she pushed at the window inching it up with her palms until she could fit her fingers under it.Between my fingers being a little numb and the ice melting from her boots, when she gave one good heave my grasp slipped.She let out a little scream that put my heart in my throat.I wrapped my arms around her thighs hugging her to my chest and my hand squeezed into the flesh of her right ass cheek.Her hands were back at my shoulders holding so tightly her nails bit at my skin through my Henley.
After a few beats, I asked, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”One hand at a time, she let go of me and pulled closer to the building.“Can you hoist me up again?The window’s open.”
It happened in stages, her inching higher until she had a knee placed on either side of my head and I did my best to keep my face from the heat between her thighs.Every inch of her felt too good.She smelled too good.The whole thing was bringing back great memories.The flashbacks settled some when she placed a boot on my shoulder and pushed the rest of the way through the window.
“I’m in,” she exclaimed.I could hear the smile in her voice.
“You’re amazing,” I called back before jogging up my front porch stairs.I only had to wait outside another few seconds before she opened the door—just like every moment I’d laid eyes on her that day, I wasn’t prepared.
The grin on her face froze before slipping away, I could feel mine doing the same.My body carried a memory of her weight in my arms, the way my hand sank into her jean covered flesh, her spiced scent still lingered in my nose.
Scrubbing a palm along my jaw, I leaned back on my heels giving her space to exit the threshold.“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”She ducked past me hurrying to her door.“I might have scared one of the lives out of your cat.”
Running a hand through my hair, I gripped the back of my neck.“She’s jumpy, but she’ll be okay.”
I bent to retrieve my keys.When they’d gotten stuck inside, I’d been heading to Benji’s Place for a beer and a burger.But now I wanted a hot shower and whatever I had in the fridge.
Alicia and I paused for just a moment outside of our places assessing the nearness, the few feet and years that separated us.
“Good night.”
“Night.”
I closed my door behind me and took a step, hearing her echoing step creak on the floorboard just on the other side of the wall.One single, poorly insulated wall.
Chapter Eight
Alicia
