Page 44 of Unwrapping Love

“Definitely that,” she said. She took a deep breath. “I can’t move in with you or to California if I don’t know if we are compatible.”

He laughed. Laughed hard. Actually grabbed his side over it. “Oh, don’t you worry there, but hey, I’m willing to give it my all to make sure you’re convinced in the next few days. If you reach between my legs you’ll see I’ve been plagued with stiff dick syndrome since Christmas morning when you kissed me.”

She pursed her lips but checked it out just in case, her hand moving down and cupping him. He wasn’t lying. “You know, being a nurse and all, I know how to cure your ailment.”

“I was hoping you would.” He lifted her so she was on his hips; she shifted and spread her legs around him, on her knees, then sat down.

His hands went to her breasts outside her shirt, his thumbs grazing her nipples that she was positive were peeking through.

“All you had to do was ask me,” he said. “I’m always a willing participant.”

Which worried her, but it wasn’t the time to bring that up.

He wasn’t a virgin and neither was she.

This was about them, and she was going to see where it led them.

She was almost positive she could predict the outcome with the heat in his eyes.

The same heat that had sweat trickling down her back.

“I’m getting warm,” she said.

“I have that effect on women.”

She squinted at him. “Let’s refrain from talking about that now.”

He winced. “That’s where my mouth runs away from me.”

“Then I’ll make sure you can’t talk,” she said, leaning forward, her lips to his.

The kiss went from zero to ninety in one second, his hands on her waist and then under her shirt.

She thought he’d move under it, but he lifted it over her head, her hair flying. She didn’t want to break the kiss but had to in order to get undressed.

“If we are doing this, I need to get a condom or we have to go to my room,” he said.

She didn’t want to break the spell, but they had to be responsible.

“Go get one,” she said. “Then we’ll reset.”

She moved off his lap, her eyes watching his ass in jeans as he retreated. He broke out in a jog and ran back in.

His antics always made her laugh.

He flopped back on the couch and moved her onto his lap again, his fist in her hair pulling her mouth to his, his other hand putting the condom into her palm and letting her know she was the one driving this arousal bus.

Once his hand was empty, it slid up her side, over her ribs and under her bra.

Skin to skin was such a lovely thing. But she needed more.

Shewantedmore.

He didn’t leave her waiting and undid the clasp on her back one handed. Pretty talented to do that.

Her breasts popped free and she removed her bra.

Their kiss ended, his eyes dropping in front of her.