“Whoa, hold on, babe. I didn’t mean anything that deep. I’d ask the same question of anyone who gave me that information. It’s something I didn’t… couldn’t see. I think you’re marvelously intelligent. Just because your focus is different than mine doesn’t make you stupid. Or wrong. Or any of those other words I have a feeling others have used to describe you.”
“Now who’s being the smart one? I’m sorry. I get touchy when someone doubts my abilities. Woo woo or otherwise.”
“Everyone has a sore spot or two.”
The tightness in my shoulders eases. “Thank you.”
His smile is tender. “You’re welcome.” Then he leans back and is the business man once again. “So you think our next step is the accountant?”
“You suspect this is more than just a one time fake invoice, don’t you? Do you have a suspect?”
“A guy I brought on as a partner for operations a few years back.” He goes on to tell me about his suspicions and his so-called partner. As he speaks, he holds my hand, stroking the back with his thumb, making it difficult for me to concentrate. I don’t realize he’s fallen silent until the caresses stop.
When I lift my gaze to his, he clears his throat. “Babe?”
There’s something happening between us right at this moment. “What?” I whisper.
“I shouldn’t want… December, I want to make love with you.”
My heart leaps in joy and I offer a silent thank you to the universe. But I have to make sure. “This isn’t just because I helped uncover that financial stuff, is it? Or because I’m here and accessible?”
“Dear god, no. I want you because you’re you. Because I think… hope… there’s something growing between us.”
“Then, yes, Dane. I want to explore that something with you.”
“Now? If your ankle is okay.”
Making sure he’s watching, I wiggle my toes. “As long as we’re careful my ankle is just fine.”
His bright blue eyes return to capture mine. His pupils are huge, drawing me closer until he cups the back of my head with a palm and kisses me. I lean into the moment, closing my eyes and answering his unspoken questions with my response. “Now?” he whispers against my lips.
“Yes, please.”
Then I’m in his arms again. It would be far too easy to become accustomed to him carrying me to bed. For now, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss his cheek. He stops half way down the short hall and presses my back against the wall.
“If your ankle was healed, I’d take you right here, against the wall. Your legs wrapped tight around me while I thrust into you.Your tits bouncing against my chest. Ah, babe.” This kiss is a promise as well as a demand.
Wall sex is out of my realm of limited experience. Doesn’t matter. I’m willing to try anything with Dane. “Bed now, wall later.”
He groans, adjusts me in his arms and strides to the bedroom. After pulling back the covers and laying me on the bed, he stands back just looking at me. Heat rises to my cheeks. “Don’t look at me that way.”
“What way, babe?”
“Like… like, I don’t know.” He stirs so many emotions in me, it’s difficult to grab hold of one thought. Instead of thinking I look, too. His hard cock must be damned uncomfortable behind his zipper. “Dane, please.”
“First things first.” He opens a drawer on the beside stand and rummages through the contents before pulling out condoms and tossing them on the bed.
“That many?”
He grins and waggles his eyebrows. “Could be. While I would love to take my time undressing you, discovering you, this time we need to get these sweats off over your ankle first.”
Holding my gaze, he hooks his fingers in the waistband and slowly drags the fleece over my hips and down my legs. He looks away only when he gently eases the sweats over my wrapped ankle. Reaching for the hoodie’s zipper, he winks and says, “This, too, babe.”
“What about you?”
Once I’m naked he takes a step back and starts unbuttoning his flannel shirt. He does a slow striptease then slips into bed next to me, gathering me close.
He nuzzles my neck, nipping at the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder. “There’s a benefit to doing this in thedaytime. I won’t have any trouble watching how you respond to my hands, my mouth, my…” He presses his cock against my hip.
