She took another swig of her beer and set the bottle on the table before pushing herself out of the chair. Once she was standing in front of him, one leg on either side of his, he grabbed her hips and hauled her forward so she was straddling his lap.
“Just a time-out,” she said, threading her fingers through the back of his hair. “It doesn’t change anything.”
“A time-out,” he repeated, his voice low and husky.
“This issucha bad idea.” Then she lowered her head and claimed his mouth.
The kiss was hot and hungry, inflaming her until she squirmed on his lap. His hands cupped her ass, tugging her hard against his erection, before sliding up her body to cup her breasts.
She moaned against his mouth, and he captured her bottom lip between his teeth for a second. Her fingers tightened in his hair and then his tongue slid over hers.
When she rocked her hips, grinding herself along his hard length, he growled low in his throat. Then his hand slid between her legs, rubbing her through the fabric. She sucked in a breath as the friction heated her body.
Then the chair made an ominous creaking sound and they both stilled.
“Maybe it’s time for a tour of your bedroom?” she asked, slightly out of breath.
“We’ve reached a point where the chair collapsing under us would probably lead to a very embarrassing trip to the ER, so that’s a good idea.”
She giggled and carefully climbed off of him. He wasted no time getting up, and, after taking a second to adjust his jeans, he opened the slider and put his hand on the small of her back as she stepped inside.
He kept that hand there as they started up the stairs, though by the time they got to the top step, it had slid down to her ass.
When she stepped across the threshold into his room, she wasn’t surprised to see sleek Shaker furniture and more neutrals, though the comforter was a pattern of pine green and earthy reds, giving a pop of color.
That was all the tour she got before his hands were on her again. She peeled off his T-shirt and tossed it on the end of the bed, desperate to feel his naked skin under her hands.
Kenzie lost track of everything but his hands and mouth on her body as they took their time peeling off each other’s clothes. When his lips closed over her nipple, she moaned, and his chuckle vibrated through her body.
Finally, he threw back the comforter and top sheet before lifting her onto the mattress. She stretched out on his bed, running her hand over the sheets while he took a condom out of his nightstand drawer.
She was momentarily distracted by the feel of his sheets. “Are these flannel?”
“What?”
“Are these sheets flannel? They’re very soft.”
“Yeah, they’re flannel. I think the sheets on the bed in the guest room are the same, aren’t they?”
“I don’t know because I haven’t been in it,” she pointed out. “But it’s almost June. You don’t change them out when it gets warm?”
“Nope. I like them year-round.”
“Do you wear flannel sleep pants, though? Flannel sleep pants would probably make sparks when you rub them against the flannel sheets. You don’t worry about sparks?”
“I never used to.” He climbed over her and rested his body weight on his forearms, looking down at her. “I don’t think they’re that kind of sparks, to be honest. It’s just static electricity.”
“True. It would be kinda funny, though?”
“Me rubbing my sleep pants against my sheets until my bed bursts into flames?” She laughed so hard, she was makinghisbody shake. “I am absolutelynotgetting up and digging out my flannel pants to try it for you.”
Actually, Kenzie was pretty sure if she asked him to, he would. He loved to make her laugh. “No, I don’t want you putting any clothes backonright now. Not when I finally got you naked.”
She ran her hands over the muscles of his back, loving his skin even more than the sheets. He kissed her deeply, their breath mingling as he devoured her. Then he gave her a wicked grin and started devouring his way down her body.
Danny lavished attention on her breasts until she squirmed, her body craving more. Only when she stretched, trying to reach the condom, did he abandon her sensitive nipples and start kissing his way down her stomach.
“You might want to grab a fistful of that flannel,” he said in a husky, teasing voice, and then he buried his face between her legs.
