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“What are you thinking?” he asked at last, his voice thicker than before.
“I’m thinking…” She reached out to smooth down one piece of his hair that always flipped up strangely. It didn’t stay down. It just flipped up again. “I’m thinking I might want to kiss you.”
“Then what’s stopping you?”
Nothing, she realized. Nothing was stopping her. She wanted to be with him, and he clearly wanted to be with her. And there was nothing wrong with it. It wasn’t a promise of a future. It was just what they wanted for tonight.
“Nothing,” she said, putting her hand on his shoulder and then moving over to straddle his lap.
His hands immediately slid down her back to cup her bottom through the thin fabric of her leggings. “Then what are you waiting for?”
“I’m waiting for now.” She learned forward, brushing her lips lightly against his, then pressing them there more firmly.
He made a throaty sound and deepened the kiss, bringing one hand up to tangle in her hair and then hold her head in place. She really got into the kiss, tangling her tongue with his and rubbing her body against the lean strength of him. It wasn’t long until she was growing aroused.
She could feel that he was too.
She was grinding herself against him eagerly when he suddenly jerked out of the kiss. “Damn, Allison. We can just kiss if you want to, but it would help if I knew if you wanted to take it further. I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
Her heart overflowed with appreciation at this considerate gesture. She smiled down at him. “I want to do a lot more than kiss, if that’s okay with you.”
“Thank God,” he groaned, grabbing the edge of her top and pulling it up over her head. His eyes raked over her body like he’d never seen anything he wanted more.
She felt beautiful and powerful and incredibly excited as she grabbed his head for another kiss.
Rob was different. She was different.
It wasn’t like being with Arthur. She wasn’t going to do that to herself again.
15
Rob watched lazilyas Allison swung her legs over the side of his bed and sat up. She was wearing nothing but one of his T-shirts and little lace underwear, and her hair was wildly rumpled from a night of sex and sleep.
She blinked a few times, clearly trying to wake up.
“You can stay in bed for five more minutes,” he said, reaching out to tug on her shirt. She’d found it with the other clean clothes in his laundry basket last night, after they’d left the clothes she was wearing scattered down the hallway to his bedroom.
“No,” she said, the word stretched out like a groan. “I have to get moving or I never will. I hate five o’clock in the morning. I shouldn’t have come over last night.”
“Hey!” he replied in mock outrage. “It was your idea.”
“I know.” She smiled at him over her shoulder. “It was a really good night. I’m just exhausted now, and I have to be at work in an hour.”
“You can always call in sick.”
“I need the money.” She sighed and heaved herself to her feet. She stood looking down at him for a moment, her lipsturning up in an affectionate smile. “Your hair is quite a sight this morning.”
He made a halfhearted effort to smooth it down. It was probably standing up on end, since he’d worked up a sweat with Allison. They’d been seeing each other—that is, having sex—for ten days now, and Rob would have been happy to spend every night with her. But she was clearly trying to be careful, so they’d only spent four nights together. They hadn’t been planning on last night, but Allison had shown up at his door unexpectedly, saying she couldn’t stop thinking about him.
He’d done the only reasonable thing a man could do in such a situation. He’d grabbed her and taken her quick and hard against the wall next to the front door. Then they’d headed for the bedroom for another round. When Rob had woken up in the middle of night, Allison had woken up too, so they’d had another go.
He was just as exhausted as she looked, but he could easily get turned on again just by the sight of her in his shirt. Clearly they were in the very early stage of their sexual relationship, when everything was new and exciting, but he couldn’t remember being this insatiable before.
At least Allison seemed to want him just as much.
“I thought I’d get a comment about my hair too,” she teased.
“Your hair is beautiful.”
