Page 68 of Four Dates and A Forever
Well, hell. Most people wouldn’t even think twice about what something cost as long as he was picking up the tab. And here he’d given the woman a blank check and she was afraid he’d think she was taking advantage of him.
“If I were another client with the same budget, would you hesitate to recommend this bed?”
“Probably not,” she admitted. “But you’re not just any client.”
He cupped her hips, nudging her closer. “I like that I’m not just any client. And I like that you worry about me. But I hired you for your talent and taste. So if you think it will look great, then I want it.”
He mainly wanted it to look great for her. Sure, he was going to sleep in it and, sure, he liked nice things, but he loved watching the expression on her pretty face light up when she found another piece to her puzzle. He wasn’t blowing smoke up her ass when he paid her those compliments; she was talented and seemed to know his taste better than he did.
“No lies, remember?”
“I remember,” she whispered.
“Good, then in the spirit of honesty, I really want to kiss you.” So he did, and when they both came up for air they were breathing heavy.
“What do you think about the end table they paired with it?”
“I like it.”
She gave him a little shove. “Youlikeit but you’re notintoit.”
“I’m into you.” He framed her face. “Really into you.”
“Yeah?” she breathed.
“Oh yeah.” Before she could come up with another way this could somehow be PDA, he kissed her. Slow at first, walking them backward until she ran into the mattress and tumbled back onto the bed. He didn’t break contact, following her down. He left a little room between them so she could push him off if she desired, but apparently she desired him more because she ran her fingers into his hair and squeezed, causing a little sting to his scalp.
“I love it when you do that,” he groaned.
And then because he was the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet, she wrapped her legs around him, her mile-high heels cutting into his ass. Her hands moved down his chest to the bottom of his shirt and she tugged it up.
“What are we doing?” he asked, because he needed to be one-hundred percent certain that they were on the same page.
“We’re testing out the mattress.” She gave a little wriggle that gave her breasts a small bounce.
“I’m all for tests.”
“We should first test it for firmness.” She ran a hand between their bodies and down the front of his pants and,holy Mary, mother of God, slid all the way down to the base before giving a squeeze.
“Test passed,” she said. “Next, we need to know that it will hold up over time. No one wants a mattress that gives out halfway through its warranty.”
Before she could give another tempting squeeze, he caught her hand and tugged it back out, sliding it over her head as he laced their fingers together. “It will go the distance and then keep going and going and—”
She kissed him. “Lucky me. Now, how about its design?”
“You tell me, Red. Do you like its design?”
Her eyes roamed over his face and down his body and back. He could tell by the hunger in her gaze she liked his design just fine.
“I like its interior the best.”
This time she kissed him, hot and hungry and showing no signs of stopping. The owner had given him a whole hour in the showroom, so as Rhett saw it, they had fortyish minutes left, which was enough time for a double-the-trouble kind of outing. Except her phone rang.
She didn’t move.
It rang again and she let out a frustrated groan.
On the third ring she flopped back on the mattress. “It could be my mom or grandma.”
