To be honest, the kissing, and the chemistry, and the desire had already complicated everything. Even if she hadn’t wanted that to happen. She’d jumped off the diving board,and now was the time to swim.
She couldn’t get her mouth to form the words,because she wanted this. Wanted him. Wanted today.
“What do you say we take a conversation break and use our bodies to communicate?” he suggested. “Because, Rach, your body has so much to say. Let today be what it’s going to be.”
Right. Yes. She could do that. That sounded nice.
She nodded.
He took that as his cue to unbutton his shirt and pull it off in a swift motion that left his abs bare.
Of course, at the pool (and on the lake) she’d noted his fairly spectacular abdominal muscles, but now she got to touch them and play and…
She reached for his jaw with her palms, lifted on her toes,and pressed her mouth to his. Kissed, sucked,and pushed her fingers into his black hair. She owned the kiss. Owned the moment. Owned the hope of what came next.
He let her.
Let it be.
Until he didn’t.
As he took over the kiss, her mind released its hold on logic and let the pure feeling of the day pull her under.
Picking her up like she weighed nothing, he strode to the bed, their mouths barely separating through the movement. With gentleness like she couldn’t have dreamed, he laid her head on the pillows and straddled her knees—still clothed from the waist down.
Which was a real bummer.
“Too many clothes,” she said softly.
His pupils seemed to liquify, and he reached over to the nightstand, flicking on the lamp.
The lamp had warm white bulbs that cast a nice—dare she say, romantic—glow about the room.
But.
She hadn’t had sex with the lights on since the boys were born, so even though she was A-OK with getting the nice warm glow over his abs,hers were…well…
“Shit,” she said—not in a whisper.
“What?” He stilled the kisses he pressed to her neck, his heated breath against the tender skin just under her earlobe.
Sonofabitch, she was wearing a spandex shaper that was not of the sexy variety. Not like the ones she’d seen at one of the shops downtown with the corset and the lace.
No, she was wearing the full coverage granny panty variety that were decidedly not sexy—unless covered by a kick-ass dress.
“I’m—” She pressed a hand to her forehead. “This is so embarrassing.”
Unfortunately, but also fortunately, he dismounted, lying on the mattress beside her, propping his head in his hand.
She should probably just give him a blow job or something for his trouble.
“Say again?” he asked, eyebrows totally furrowed.
“Say what?” She slid her gaze to him.
He didn’t look very happy, at all. “The blow thing.”
Fuck a duck, had she said that out loud? Likeout loud?
