Page 47 of Full Coverage (Boys of Fall)

If he could sit in her shop every single day and just watch her and talk to her for the rest of his life, he knew he’d die a happy man.

He blew out a breath. Damn. This was getting complicated. He’d started off thinking he wanted to steal her away from Quinn, sweep her off her feet, make her fall in love with the excitement of the city and take her away with him. But he’d been home this time longer than usual, and every day he was here, he added something else to the list of things he would miss when he was back in San Antonio.

Randi must have seen what she needed to in his face, because she stepped back and her fingers went to the little buttons on the front of the silky white top she wore with her dark purple skirt and boots. She began unbuttoning and Nolan couldn’t have stopped her for anything.

He wanted Randi Doyle in this office, right now. But it wasn’t about it being the high school newspaper office anymore. It wouldn’t have mattered where they were. The moment had changed from a naughty fantasy to something more, and they both needed this. They needed each other.

He could feel that. She needed to be loved. By him. And that was more than he could have ever dreamed up on his own.

She slid the shirt off, letting it drop to the floor behind her. Her skirt was next. Her clothes would be covered in tiny fringes of paper and pencil-eraser shavings when she got dressed again. And that seemed very appropriate suddenly.

She stood in front of him in a silky white bra that lifted her beautiful breasts, her nipples already hard behind the cups. Her panties were also white but with dark purple flowers that matched her skirt. And she still had the boots on. So Randi. Simple white underwear with feminine flowers and lace, but skimpy enough to show off lots of smooth, tanned skin and make his mouth go dry. Pretty and sexy at the same time.

Nolan reached for her hands and lifted one to his lips.

There was another contrast represented in her hands. She wore the multitude of silver rings she always put on to go out. Very feminine rings that would be a hazard at work but that she clearly loved when she didn’t have her hands in a car’s guts. Her nails were freshly painted a dark purple color tonight. Nolan had noticed she always wore dark polish, and he knew it was to disguise the grease under her nails that would never completely clean up. She had some new scrapes on her hands, as well as old scars, and he kissed each one. She was a gorgeous, sweet, sexy, sassy Texas girl, who made everyone love her, who got her hands dirty at work and then could get good and dirty in the bedroom.

She was perfect.

After he’d kissed all of the marks on her hands, he tugged her closer and kissed his way up her arm. Goose bumps broke out on her skin and a shot of satisfaction went through him. He kissed over the top of her shoulder and to her neck. Her head fell to the side and she gave a happy sigh as his lips met the sensitive skin just below her ear. His other hand cupped her head and he kissed along her jaw to her lips. The first kiss was sweet, lips only, and he absorbed the way she seemed to melt into him with only that little bit.

Nolan pulled back and looked down at her. “I want you. Spread out on this desk, right now.”

She nodded and swallowed. “Anything you want.”

Something about the words made him pause. “I want what you want.”

She gave him a smile that was cute and sexy as hell at the same time. “Well, this is your fantasy spot,” she told him. “We can do mine another time.”

Another time. He liked the sound of that. But he couldn’t resist asking, “Where’s your fantasy spot?”

Her smile grew. “Fifty yard line in what is now Nicholas Carr Stadium.”

Of course it was. He chuckled. “Not the end zone?”

“I like the fifty better,” she said.

He couldn’t resist running his hand up and down her arm. “Why?”

She trembled under his touch. “Because the fifty is where anything can happen, things can go either way, and it’s all about who wants it more. It’s all about possibilities and desire at the fifty.”

Nolan stared at her.

“What?” she asked.

“You really think you don’t have a way with words and imagination?”

She blushed slightly and dipped her head.

“Oh, no.” He tipped her chin up. “Iwillfind a way of making that fantasy come true. I want to be a part of that.”

She gave him a small smile.

God, how did this woman not know what she did to him? What she had inside of her?

She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. As it fell away and he drank in the sight of her breasts, his chest tightened. Then she hooked her thumbs in the top of her panties and pushed them to the tops of her boots.

“Boots on,” he said gruffly as she started to wiggle out of one.

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