Rawley nearly choked on his coffee as he laughed. “Twenty minutes? You think I have that much stamina?”
Skylar’s eyes crinkled at the corners, her dimples appearing as she laughed. “Okay, for eighteen minutes then.”
“Hey, give me some credit here.” He shook his head.
“I’m teasing you.” Her voice softened, fingers brushing against the worn denim of his jeans. “It wouldn’t matter if it was a minute, I like being with you. I think we have amazing chemistry.”
He set his half-empty cup down on the kitchen counter, stepped closer until the scent of her enveloped him. He reached out and took a few strands of her hair between his fingers, then leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. The familiar spark ignited, electricity racing from his lips down his spine, warming him from the inside out like it always did any time he touched her.
****
Skylar stepped back, took his hand and led him to her bedroom, her pulse quickening with each step acrossthe hardwood floor. Once inside, she faced him, moonlight streaming through sheer curtains as she kissed his lips, tasting mint and coffee while her trembling fingers fumbled with the stiff fabric of his protective vest. He gently moved her hands away, removed the heavy vest and tossed it to the floor with a muffled thud. She lifted his cotton T-shirt over his head, revealing tanned skin stretched over defined muscles, then unbuckled his worn leather belt, unsnapped his jeans, and yanked the zipper down with deliberate slowness. She started to push them down his narrow hips, but he moved to the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he sat on the edge to remove his scuffed boots. She stepped between his thighs, feeling the heat radiating from his skin.
“I want you so much, Rawley,” she whispered.
“I want you too. All the time,” he said, his eyes darkening as he stood and removed his jeans in one fluid motion.
Skylar’s breath caught in her throat looking at him, at the perfect V of his torso, the trail of dark hair disappearing into his boxer briefs. He was in fantastic shape, all lean muscle and quiet strength, and she knew she’d miss him so much, the scent of him, the feeling of his body against hers, but it was best she got out of town for a while. There was no way she wouldn’t return to him.
She gasped when he stood up and lifted her into his arms, her skin tingling where his strong hands gripped her thighs and back. He placed her gently on the cool silk sheets, then walked to the end of the bed where he slowly peeled away her clothes, his eyes darkening with desire. Then he crawled up her body like a predator, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses that burned against her flushed skin. When he moved back down, his warm breath teased her inner thighs before his tongue slid through her slit. She grabbed fistfuls of his thick, dark hair, the strands like silk between her fingers as she urged him on. Her pleasure builtlike a gathering storm, every nerve ending alive with electricity until her orgasm crashed over her in pulsing waves, her cry echoing in the dimly lit room.
As she tried to catch her breath, her chest heaving, he kissed his way back up her trembling body, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that tasted of her essence. She reached down between their heated bodies and wrapped her fingers around his hard cock, the skin like velvet over steel, making him groan deep in his throat. He moved away, muscles rippling beneath his tanned skin as he reached for his discarded jeans, removed his wallet, took out a foil packet and handed it to her. Skylar tore open the packet and rolled the latex down over his length. He pressed his lips to hers again, swallowing her moan as he inched into her, stretching her deliciously. She wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling the flex of his muscles beneath her calves as he started to move against her in a perfect rhythm. God, how she wanted this man, needed him with every fiber of her being.
He picked up the pace, and it wasn’t long before she could feel another orgasm wash over her. She screamed as she came and he followed her over, groaning deep in his chest, then he collapsed on top of her before rolling to his back.
“I don’t think I made it to two minutes,” he said with laughter in his voice.
“I told you it didn’t matter how long it took; it’s always good.”
Rawley rolled toward her, cupped her cheek, then kissed her lips. “I agree.”
He sat up, got out of bed and entered her bathroom. He reappeared in minutes, then strode to the bed and put on his clothes. Then he tugged on his boots, stood and stomped his feet into them. He turned to look at her.
“Are you going to stay there?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Maybe. You can always come back to bed.” She smiled.
“Don’t think I wouldn’t love that, but I do need to get back to work. I’m going to go out and check the casts.”
“Okay. I’ll wait right here.”
He groaned. “I have to get back to work, Skylar.”
She shrugged. “Okay,” she said as she let the sheet drop to her waist.
“Stop. Damn, I didn’t realize you could be this evil.” He shook his head, making her laugh.
“I’ll be right out. I need to use the bathroom.”
“Alright.” He picked up his vest, put it on, then left the room.
****
Rawley entered the living room, pulled his coat on and placed his hat on his head, then walked out the door and made his way to the prints. They weren’t hardened yet, so he headed back inside to let Skylar know he was leaving.
“Skylar,” he called out and watched as she entered the room, her cheeks flushed and damn if he didn’t want her again.
“Are you leaving now?”
