“I’d be happy to show you around,” I offer with a shrug. I’ve still got a lot to do, but if she’s impressed by this, I’m certain she’ll love the rest of my plans.
Winking, she runs a finger along my sternum and smiles seductively.
This knowing look has all parts of me rising to attention.
“If anyone asks, we’re gonna pretend I took the whole tour. But for now, I only care about touring one particular location.”
“What’s that?” I ask, cocking my head to the side to read her better.
I’ll admit, my curiosity is piqued. I can usually judge things from a mile away, but this is Faye. She’s bound to keep me on my toes.
“Your bedroom,” she whispers, pulling my neck down to close the distance between us.
God, this woman is perfect.
Leaning in, I brush my lips against hers. “I think I can make that happen.”
The second our lips touch, her guttural moan tells me all I need to know.
Faye and I are exactly on the same page.
The next thing I know, Mark scoops me up, and on instinct, my legs wrap around his waist with ease. I swear it’s like he was made for me, and we fit together perfectly. I haven’t been carried like this by anyone but him in my entire life.
I feel young and carefree again.
Logically, I know a lot has changed in thirty years, but we can deal with what that means later.
All that matters in this moment is experiencing whatever this is between us.
Maybe if I give in and just let things happen, I’ll get him out of my system and finally be able to concentrate on anything other than Mark again.
As his hands grip my ass tighter, his tongue delves deeper, making my entire body hum with desire, and all contemplation of what-ifs disappears.
As my hands roam his muscular chest, a thought hits me like a ton of bricks—holy hell, this man must work out like crazy. Not only is he kissing the ever-living shit out of me, but he ascends the freaking stairs as if I’m a Velcro monkey rather than the grown-ass woman who’s certainly changed since being a gangly teen.
Who does this?
Mark Lancaster, apparently.
My body pulses with need with each step we travel.
He’s hotter than any book boyfriend or fantasy I could’ve imagined.
His kisses burn me from the inside out. Every nip, suck, and stroke of his tongue possessively consumes my every thought.
I need more.
I’m vaguely aware of rooms passing by as we travel through the house, but it isn’t until he stops moving that I notice we’ve arrived in his bedroom.
When the hand that’s gripping my ass and holding me in place glides up my back, I take it as my cue to release my legs from his waist.
Sliding down his body for the second time tonight in slow motion, I feel every sculpted muscle hidden beneath his thin T-shirt.
“Damn, you feel amazing.” The compliment slips from his lips as his large hand slides under my shirt, then trails up my spine, making me tingle from head to toe.
Laughing, I admit, “You took the words right out of my mouth.”
Running my hands along his pecks, my need to lick every square inch of his chest has me clawing at the shirt tucked into his black cargo pants.
