“I know you’re not a woman. I don’t need you to be anything but who you are. That’s who I care about. That’swho I want. You. Nothing else really matters. I’m just sorry it took me so long to realize that.”
I smiled tentatively, nerves settling. “Well, you’re here now. That’s good enough for me.”
We got out of the car, and Hank followed me to the door. Pressed close behind me while I fumbled for my key. He brushed kisses to the nape of my neck, and his hands squeezed my waist, sending heat spiraling through me.
His sizable dick was digging into my lower back. Damn, the man was big everywhere.
I got the door open and was immediately assaulted by my yapping dogs. Hank stepped away, patiently waiting while I fed and watered them, showered them with pats and kisses, and settled them down enough to escape.
I grabbed his hand and yanked him down the hall. “Hurry, or they’ll cockblock us all night.”
Hank followed me to my bedroom, shut the door behind him, and hauled me into his arms for a fiery kiss.
“I think we’ve both waited long enough,” he murmured. “Can I have you?”
“Yes,” I gasped against his lips as his big hands cupped my ass and squeezed. “Anything you want.”
CHAPTER 23
Hank
Jamie was small,but he wasn’t soft. When I cupped his ass and lifted him up against me, he was hard. Everywhere. His ass flexed in my hands, tight and muscular, and his chest was unyielding against mine.
Best of all, though, his grip on my neck was hard enough to bruise, heating the blood already rushing south.
I pressed him against the wall, just reveling in all the new sensations of a man’s body against my own. He’d been worried when that blonde hostess had turned out to be my missed connection. But how could she ever compete withthis?
No one had ever felt so right in my arms.
In my life.
Jamie and I just fit, and we had from the very first text message. If I hadn’t been so closed off to the possibility of loving a guy, we could have gotten here sooner.
Now, there was no going back. Not for me. I was in love with Jamie. Had been for weeks, even if I hadn’t realized it.
Jamie wrapped his legs around my waist, squeezing tight, and I grinded against him, groaning into his mouth.
“Oh god, Hank,” he said, voice breathless with wonder.
Hell, yeah. I wanted to hear him say my name again. While begging. While crying. While coming.
I spun, dropping him onto the bed. He gave a startled squeak and laughed, face bright and beautiful against the navy blue sheets.
I fumbled with my buttons before getting frustrated and yanking my button-down off over my head. Jamie laughed, sounding delighted.
“You’re a gorgeous man,” he said. “I could look at you all night.”
I grinned as I unbuttoned my pants. “But hopefully we can do more than look.”
He held my gaze for a minute, everything there in his eyes for me to see. Love. Longing. Need.
“Anything you want,” he said, reaching for the button of his jeans.
“I want to undress you,” I said.
He stilled his hand, swallowing hard as I shoved down my jeans and boxer briefs. For a minute, I was naked in front of him. I watched his gaze skim over my chest and stomach, furred in coppery red hair, and down to my thighs, cock heavy between them, and up again.
A blush colored his cheeks as he swiped a tongue over his lips. “I never thought this would happen.”
