Page 80 of Waitress at the Shadow Ridge Inn
“I was talking about your ass, but the decorations look good too.”
His hand dropped down to possessively cup my bottom, and I laughed. I might have gained a few pounds over the past year, having an inside supplier of whoopie pies as I now did. My man was appreciative, and I was happy and healthy. No one else’s opinion mattered.
I rubbed my bottom against him suggestively. He groaned.
“Damn it, woman. I can’t show up at the farm, sporting wood.”
Right. We were expected at the farm tonight. Ziegler Farms was once again running their autumn program, and they were busier than ever. It was all hands on deck, and as Steve’s person, my hands were included in the tally. I helped out in the store while Steve drove the tractor for the hayrides. I’m happy to say that I no longer had a fear of being in the woods at night, thanks to Steve and his creative brand oftherapy.
“How much time do we have?” I asked, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw.
“I told Mom we’d be there around six.”
“And what time is it now?”
“About quarter of.”
“Plenty of time for a quickie.”
His eyes instantly heated. “You’re insatiable, you know that?” he muttered, leaning down to nibble the sensitive skin beneath my ear.
I felt the resulting tingles in several other places too. Heat exploded in my core.
“Got a problem with that?” I managed.
“None whatsoever.”
The next thing I knew, I was no longer standing on my own two feet. One of his arms supported my upper back, and the other was tucked beneath my knees while he carried me into the house bridal-style. We made it as far as the living room before I found myself bent over the back of the sofa with my pants and panties down around my ankles.
A quick swipe of his fingers relayed just how ready I was, and then I was experiencing the bliss of him pushing into me. It was fast and bordering on carnal, but my climax was no less satisfying because of it. Besides, I knew we’d both make up for it later.
“See?” I said, panting. “Plenty of time.”
He grunted out an affirmation as he leaned against my back. It was the closest thing to a cuddle I’d get, which was one of the downsides of a quickie. Still worth it though.
We took a few minutes to clean up. He, of course, was faster than I was. By the time I emerged, Steve was outside.
Oscar was already curled up in his therapeutic doggie bed, half-asleep. I took a moment to pet him, then went outside.
Steve was waiting for me on the passenger side of the truck. I didn’t think much of it. He liked opening the door for me, and I liked when he did. Except this time, he didn’t just open the door. He put his hands around my waist and lifted me into the cab so that my legs were dangling out the side. He stepped between my knees before I could swing them inside.
“What are you up to?” I asked.
“I was going to wait until later, but I can’t wait any longer.”
“Okay,” I said slowly, a frisson of unease snaking up my spine.
He was so serious. Serious and … uncertain? Anxious? Had I done something? Forgotten to do something? Said something I shouldn’t have?
“Do you know what today is?” he asked.
“Uh, the 7th.”
He chuckled. “Yes. It’s exactly one year since that obnoxious jerk pushed you and made you spill a tray of drinks.”
Relief and disbelief flooded through me. “You remember that?”
“How could I not? That was the night I looked into the eyes of my soul mate.”
