“My mom didn’t want it to be my first name.”
“That’s true.” She needed to settle down. And quit talking about Adam’s future wife, the woman who would potentially bear his future children, and live in this cabin, and share his bed, and?—
“You’re scowling.”
“No, I’m not.” She pasted a smile on her face.
He chuckled. “You were. Something put a burr under your blanket. Tell the truth and shame the devil.”
She hesitated.
“C’mon, Trace. If we can’t be honest with each other when we’re sitting here naked as jaybirds, when can we?”
“I don’t like thinking of you having a wife.”
“I don’t like thinking of you having a husband.” He shoved the clipboards on the easy chair and cupped her face in both hands. “That’s natural. Having sex makes people possessive.”
“Not me.”
“Really?”
“Sean’s dating someone else now and that doesn’t bother me. I don’t envy her because she has Sean and I don’t.”
“But you’re jealous of my non-existent future wife?”
“Yes, dammit. I’m not proud of it, either.”
“Well, I’m jealous of your future husband, and I don’t intend to apologize. I hate the idea of anyone else doing this.” He savored her lips. “Or this.” Trailing kisses along her jaw, he nipped her earlobe. “Or this.” He combed her hair back and nuzzled the curve of her neck. “I want you all to myself.”
Her breath hitched. “Same.” She closed her eyes as he cradled her breast, his gentle touch arousing her as no man ever had.
Nudging the comforter away, he eased her down on the mattress. She shifted to welcome him, thrilling to the press of his body against hers, the sheer masculinity of his powerful chest and strong arms.
Taking his time, he covered her with teasing kisses, building the tension until she writhed on the mattress and begged him to get down to business.
His laughter tickled her damp skin. “I need to grab my sweats.”
“Are you leaving?”
“Not a chance.” Balancing on one arm, he pawed through the clothes on the sofa. “Looks like a laundry basket up here. Ah. Here we go.” He laid the sweats on her chest. “If you would be so kind as to search the pockets, I think there’s one in there.”
“Youthink?” She fumbled with the soft material and found one pocket. Empty. But the second one yielded a foil-wrapped package. She held it in front of his nose. “Only one.”
“That’s all we need for now. Want to put it on?”
“Yes, I do. Let’s get this party started.” She ripped open the package.
“Impatient?”
“Uh-huh. And do you know how good that feels?” Lifting her head so she could see what she was doing, she rolled the condom on his magnificent cock while her body told her to hurry the heck up.
He gasped. “I know how goodthatfelt. A little too good.” He clenched his jaw. “Remind me to do it myself next time.” Gazing into her eyes, he lowered his hips. “Gonna take it slow and easy.”
“So you say.” She stroked her hands down his muscular back and cupped his tight buns.
He swallowed. “That turns me on.”
“Me, too.” She squeezed gently, which made him groan.
