He kicked off his sneakers by the door, stretching his arms overhead until his back popped. “I think I’m officially too old for clubbing.”
“You’re twenty-nine,” I reminded him, toeing off my own shoes. “And I don’t know if I would call the Rusty Fork a club.”
“I can’t believe you got me to go line dancing.” He turned, catching me around the waist before I could step past him. His hands settled low on my hips, thumbs brushing the bare strip of skin beneath my crop top. It was enough to send a small, hungry spark racing through me. “I haven’t been to a honky-tonk in years.”
I leaned into him for a second, breathing in the sweet mix of sunscreen, sweat, and the faint trace of whatever cologne he’d put on this morning. “Thank you for today,” I murmured against his collarbone. “I think I needed that as much as you did.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of my head.
We stood like that for a long beat, the condo quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and the distant thump of bass from some neighbor’s party. Eventually, I pulled out of his arms.
“I’m going to go take a bath.”
He cocked a brow. “It’s one in the morning.”
“And? My legs are killing me and I smell like cheap beer.”
He nodded, already reaching for the light switch. “Take your time. I’ll be up in a little bit.”
I turned toward the stairs, pausing when I reached the third step. The words felt bold, vulnerable, but I said them anyway.
“You could . . . join me. If you want.”
He froze mid-step, hand still on the light switch. His eyes searched mine in the dim entry light.
“You sure?”
“I’m sure.” I offered a small smile. “No pressure, but I, um— I miss you. Kissing me, touching me.”
Something flickered across his face. Regret, maybe. Or the same ache I’d been carrying for three days. In any case, he crossedthe room in three strides, cupped my face in both hands, and kissed me.
I opened for him immediately, hands fisting in his shirt, tasting cinnamon sugar and salt on his tongue.
When he pulled back, we were both breathing hard.
“Bath,” he said, voice thick with need. “Now.”
Bennett had the primary bedroom, and the attached bath had the tub of my dreams. One deep and wide enough to accommodate my full body and then some. As the tub filled with scalding hot water, just the way I liked it, Bennett stripped us both.
I swallowed hard as his half-hard cock bobbed between us, already thickening further under my gaze. The sight of him naked in the soft bathroom light made my core clench with a fresh, insistent ache.God, he’s turned me into an animal.Three days of careful touches, forehead kisses, and sleeping wrapped around each other without anything more had left me starving.
He kissed the slope of my shoulder, and then stepped into the water, sinking down with a low groan of relief.
“Come here,” he said, holding out a hand.
I took it, stepping over the edge and lowering myself between his spread legs. He guided me back until my spine met his chest, my head resting against his shoulder. His arms came around me instantly. One banded low across my stomach, the other draping over my collarbone, hand splayed possessively between my breasts. His cock pressed against the small of my back, hot and insistent, but he made no move to do anything about it.
For a long minute, we just sat there.
Heat seeped into my muscles, loosening the knots from hours of walking, dancing, laughing. I let my head tip back farther, eyes drifting shut.
“You’re tense,” he murmured, lips brushing my ear.
“Am not.”
His quiet laugh vibrated through my back. “Liar.”
His hands started moving then, palms sliding up my arms, thumbs digging gently into the tight muscles of my shoulders.He worked in steady circles, pressing just hard enough to make me groan. His mouth followed the path his hands carved out, pressing small kisses along my skin. Each one sent delicious shivers racing across my body despite the heat of the water.
