Carefully, I knotted and disposed of the condom, then lay back on the bed, face up, and pulled him to my side. He lifted his brows, a queer little smile growing on his lips. Setting the side of his face on my chest, he gently took my nipple into his mouth, the suction so gentle I could barely feel it.
“You have the best nipples in the world,” he whispered sleepily. “Love them so much.”
“You’re welcome to them anytime,” I said, palming the back of his head as I enjoyed the hypnotic, low-level hum of eroticism in this simple act.
“Thank you,” he murmured, giving a few more absent-minded sucks before drifting off.
As much as I wanted to enjoy the feel of his body against mine, the late night had taken its toll, and I fell asleep wrapped around him, happier than I’d been in six months.
CHAPTER 22
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I didn’t know how the hell I was supposed to make it to Friday. I was going out of my skin with need. On my way home from class, I wondered if it would be too presumptuous to show up at Major’s.
Except… Leo would be there. Shit.
No problem. I’d have him come to my house, sneak into the garage, and have his way with me. Easy-peasy.
By the time I reached my neighborhood, I was a horny and distracted mess. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw something that made me wonder if extreme desire led to hallucinations.
I stomped on the brakes, lucky no one was behind me, and stared at the familiar truck parked on the street, company logo painted on the side.
Everly Plumbing and Bathroom Renovation.
I pulled out my phone.
Me:Are you on Churchill Street?
Major:Yes. How did you know?
Me:I was passing by and saw your truck. I’m parked outside.
Major:Give me 30 seconds, then let yourself inside the house.
A shivery thrill zoomed through my chest and out my fingertips, and I smiled, glad it hadn’t been a hallucination. I could imagine Robert rolling his eyes at my excitement.
Hey, you’re the one who dropped to the floor in the middle of H-E-B from a heart attack. I’ve had to get curbside service ever since. I parked behind Major’s truck. That wasn’t a particularly subtle move, but I was pretty sure the people on this street didn’t know me. Still, I gave myself half a minute, then undid my seat belt and walked into the house as if I owned it.
Actually, if I owned this place, it would be a lot neater. But that wasn’t the important part.
Major was waiting for me in the hall, looking tall and hunky as ever in his well-worn jeans and tool belt. “Just happened to be passing by, huh?”
“This is my neighborhood. Also, I may have been driving myself crazy trying to figure out how to see you again when your truck miraculously appeared in front of me. It’s not my fault.”
He chuckled, grabbed my crisp button-up, and pulled me in for a deep, searching kiss. This might be a bad idea, but it was my favorite kind of bad idea.
“We’re pretty sure that the owners won’t show up in the next… thirty minutes or so?” I asked.
“You’re being awfully optimistic if you think I can last a whole thirty minutes with you,” he said, running his nose along myneck. “Anyway, they’re out of the country. I’m updating their bathroom while they’re gone.”
“I guess I should’ve asked if you were in the middle of a dirty job,” I said, stepping back from him. He smelled delicious, but I shouldn’t have assumed.
He shook his head. “I’m measuring everything out today, so we’re all good. Also, you should know that I’m skilled enough at my job that my clothes stay clean.” He paused, then added, “Usually.”
I grinned at him. “I have a lot of respect for what you do, but I’m a little bit of a germophobe,” I said, holding up my thumb and forefinger about an inch apart. I didn’t tell him that it was the result of months of having to be very careful around my husband.
“I would never touch you if I’d been doing something nasty. I’d take a full shower beforehand, I promise.”
