Page 86 of Waiting for Her

“I never said anything about terms. What do you take me for?”

“In all the years you’ve been issuing me dares, you’ve always had some sort of condition.”

“Pssh. I just want to see if you have the guts to jump.”

“Are you saying I’m chicken?”

“If the bock fits.”

“Bock?” she hoots, throwing her head back so hard her swing jerks and she has to right herself before falling on her ass. “Holy shit! Did you see that?”

Now I’m laughing so hard I have to slow my swing down. I place my feet on the ground and lean over, reaching out to grip her rubber-covered chain to stop her movements.

“The look on your face was priceless,” I say between laughter.

“I totally thought I was going backward. Swinging is dangerous! Why do they still have these on the playground?”

I stand up and pull her up next to me. “Come here.” She wraps her arms around my waist and looks up at me. “This is the first place I fell in love with you.”

“Because I intercepted the football from you?”

“Yup.”

“Me too.”

“Because Iletyou intercept the football from me?”

She playfully hits my arm. “You’re such a liar! You know damn good and well I caught that football fair and square!”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“I have a few ideas of what would help me sleep better tonight,” she tells me and the look in her eyes basically kicked over the metaphorical ‘take it slow’ sign and buried it for good.

Bri

We tumble intohis house, Rocky jumping around us, excited his master is home.

We’re all hands and tongues and ripping each other’s clothes off. When I saw the heat in his eyes as he took in my dress, I was so grateful I wore it. Now, though? Not so much.

He pulls and tugs, but my stupid zipper is still up.

“Zipper,” I whimper and step quickly out of his embrace, so I can unzip it. He swats my hand away.

“We’re going back to slow,” he murmurs before tugging down the metal zipper at a painstakingly sloth-like pace. The sound echoes through his house.

The black fabric drops to the floor and his eyes caress my exposed skin. He’s seen it all before, but the years between make it feel like the first time all over again.

Lucky for me, it appears he likes what he sees.

“I still can’t believe how much more beautiful you are,” he rasps.

I figure if I’m standing here practically naked in front of him, the least he could do is join the party. I point to his shirt then decide it will be far more fun for me if I take matters into my own hands. Literally.

I swat his hand away the same way he did to me a few moments ago and he smirks, raises his arms above him letting me get to work. I scrub my hands together, not being able to contain my excitement over once again seeing what lies beneath the soft cotton covering his chest. Last night was too quick and I didn’t get nearly enough time to explore. I grab hold of the hem but can’t resist teasing him a little bit.

I raise an eyebrow at him as I slip a finger beneath the waistband of his gray pants. His stomach contracts and I feel the rigid muscles of what I know is a glorious six-pack tremble under my touch.

I trail the grooves with both hands, my touch so light it’s more like a butterfly kiss. When I get to his sides he lets out a breathy laugh.

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