Page 108 of Mr. Fixer Upper
When she let everything else drop away, it was the easiest decision she’d ever made in her life.
“The pizza’s going to have to wait,” she breathed.
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“Why here?” she murmured against Gannon’s busy mouth as it worked hers into a frenzy. Her back was pressed against the front door of the brownstone as he blindly fumbled with the keys.
“Home,” he growled. “I want you here. I want us both to remember the very first time here.”
It was good enough for her. The door tripped open behind her and they stumbled inside, refusing to break apart long enough to walk across the threshold. It was dark, but Gannon knew the way. He half carried her up the stairs, avoiding the rickety bannister that was somewhere further down the fix list.
The door to what would be the bedroom hadn’t been rehung yet, so Gannon dragged her through the opening. “Sure? Are you sure?” he asked her, his hands busy pulling her sweater over her head.
Her lips broke with his. “Positive. I want you Gannon. Here. Now. Fast.”
“Thank God.” He stripped off his own shirt and threw it on the floor, spreading it out with his foot. “It’s going to be here, Paige.”
She didn’t question him, didn’t wonder why he wanted her in the gutted, empty bedroom of his new home when he had a perfectly good bed a few blocks away.
Nothing mattered but his naked torso, his callused hands caressing her smooth curves. Not expectations, not rumors, not even truth. She wanted this, and she would take it.
She busied herself with the fly of his jeans, and Gannon flicked open the clasp of her bra. His sigh was relief, admiration, adoration, when her breasts fell into his palms. Rough against smooth, soft against heat.
She moaned when his thumbs brushed across her aching nipples.
Before she could shove at his jeans to free him, he reached into his pocket for his wallet, and she heard the crinkle of foil.
“Awfully confident, aren’t you?” It was only half a joke. He’d known she’d come back to him even though she’d never let herself consider the possibility.
Just another example of Gannon knowing her better than she was comfortable with.
“Consider it a lucky charm.” His voice was rough as concrete block and sent a delicious shiver up her spine. “I thought they’d expire before you were mine.”
Nothing he could have said would have made her more frantic. She pressed herself against him, her breasts flattened against his stone chest.
He took her down to the floor, bracing their impact with his arm and lowering her onto his shirt. She felt the grit of the dirty hardwood under her legs and thought it was sexier than any mattress in any bedroom.
“Honey this time it’s going to be fast because I need you that way. I’ll make up for it later.”
God, yes.Her body sang with need, pulse thundering, muscles quivering. She wanted him fast and hard and a little desperate. It was how she felt right now. She needed him to remind her exactly why their bodies craved each other so fiercely.
“Make up for it after pizza,” she whispered.
He laughed, sounding pained. And without another word, his mouth closed over the peak of her breast with a desperation that had Paige arching under him and crying out in pleasure. She used her feet to wrestle his jeans down his legs and reveled when one less layer separated them.
“Your body, princess, deserves to be worshipped,” he groaned, licking at her nipple before switching to the other one that strained for his attention.
“Worship later,” she murmured. Her body couldn’t take a slow, purposeful seduction.
“Tell me you didn’t put up the time lapse cameras in here, yet.” The thought wasn’t enough to stop him from sucking at her peak, but it was enough for her to freeze for a millisecond before relaxing.
“Not yet. They go up for drywall and painting,” she panted. She glanced around the shadows in the room for good measure but was distracted by his mouth back on her breast while his fingers peeled her jeans from her hips.
She couldn’t quite catch her breath. There was too much dark and not enough oxygen in the room. There was a danger here, a danger of being consumed and never coming back to herself.
But it was a price to pay, and in this second, it wasn’t even a choice.
“You are the sexiest woman in the world,” he murmured, stripping the denim from her. He slid up between her legs, his teeth teasing a trail up her inner thigh. Paige drew in a sharp breath when she felt his hot breath at the apex of her thighs.
