“Not at all. It simply makes it clear that we’ll do it more than once. Unless that’s what you had in mind.” He couldn’t believe she did, considering she couldn’t look at him for fear she’d jump his bones.
“I didn’t have a number in my head, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Not really. Neither do I.” The longer he stood there with nothing to do, the tighter his jeans became. The clock was ticking. “That’s why I left it open-ended. But we both have to want?—”
“I get that.”
Yeah, staring at her backside wasn’t doing him any favors. Her jeans fit like a dream and her cream-colored sweater lovingly clung to her enticingly curved hips. She’d worn ankleboots, so much easier to take off than his. He was tempted to toe his off and get that out of the way.
No. Dorky move and she’d hear him do it. The image of her turning around and finding him in his sock feet wasn’t quite the presentation he was going for.
He glanced down at the bag he’d carried in. “Does anything in this bag have to go in the fridge?”
“It’s still thawing so it’s fine. Unless you want to eat soon, in which case take the lids off and stick them in the oven at three-hundred degrees.”
“Are you hungry?”
“Yes.”
The laughter in her voice gave him a clue. “For food?”
“No.”
“Then read faster.”
“I’m on the last part.Both parties agree that once they reach the end of the specified time, mutual sexual activities will end and any attempt to resume such activities will represent a violation of this agreement.Sounds serious. And final.”
“It’s supposed to. That’s the part that relieves both of us from becoming the bad guy, aka the dumper.”
“Then I guess I’m ready to sign.” She still had her back to him.
“So am I.”
The sound of her pen moving quickly blended with the quick scratch that had become his illegible signature over the last ten years. “Now we have to trade.”
She handed hers over her shoulder. He crossed the room, took it and gave her his. Then he stood his ground while they both signed again.
“Done.” She turned, her color high, her breathing shallow. “What next?”
“I have some ideas.” Heart pounding, he took the clipboard and set both his and hers on the desk. “Fair warning, I’ll try and convince you to extend this.”
“I know. But you’re wasting your time.”
He smiled. “That’s not how I see it.” He’d been blind for years. Tonight he couldn’t take his eyes off her. Every detail was precious — the soft glow of her hair, the gentle curve of her cheek, the rise and fall of her breasts.
He walked toward her, his whole body vibrating with anticipation. “How about going over by the fire?” He held out his hand.
“Are we gonna read a book?”
“We’ll do whatever you want.” He took her hand, felt the slight quiver as he wove his fingers through hers.
She tightened her grip. “I’m in charge?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Ah, the power.” Her breath hitched. “Let’s check out that fire.” She led him around the sofa and stopped in her tracks behind the easy chair. “Wow! And here I thought we’d make out on the sofa.”
“That’s an option.”
