Page 90 of Your Two Lips
“Anything you want.”
“What I want isn’t for sale.” I leaned in to kiss her. Those lips had captivated me at The Boathouse, shouted her joy on the trail, and said the sweetest words I’ve ever heard in the dark. I wanted those lips and the rest of her for the rest of my life.
“I’m not throwing money around. I wanted to tell you because I don’t want to keep any secrets.”
“I know, Em. You could never be that person, and I’m sorry I thought you could.”
“I love you, Finn. I want to share what I have with you.” She held my face in her hands. “Will you let me buy that bike for you?”
“Yess.” I gave her the dimples.
“I’msorry we didn’t get to ride as long as we planned,” Emily said. The rain had gone from mist to downpour in a matter of minutes, so we cut our ride short and headed home. Emily shivered as she hung her bike on the beam in my garage. Damn, I liked seeing it there.
“I’m not sorry.” I wrapped her up from behind and whispered. “Let’s get warm with a shower and see what we can do with the extra hour.”
“Oh, just to warm up? We can do better than that.” She pulled out of my arms and walked back toward the house, a little extra sway in her hips and a sexy glance over her shoulder. I’d follow her anywhere.
Fall rains could be cold in the Pacific Northwest. The recent memory of warm summer sunshine made the damp air soak into your bones even more. In the bedroom, I flipped the switch to turn on the gas logs and warm the room before I shed my biking kit and joined Emily in the shower. Her lemon-scented body wash was on the ledge next to mine. A pink razor too.
“Good thing we don’t need condoms. There isn’t room for anything else in here.” I gave her ass a little swat.
“You love it,” she said. I did.
Grabbing her bright blue plastic scrubby thing and gliding it down her neck to her breasts, I flirted. “Shall I wash you, ma’am?” I was ready to work on one of my favorite jobs, worshiping her.
The steam cocooned us in warmth. “No, I’m done. I’ll meet you in the bedroom?” Another backward glance got the full attention of my dick as she stepped out of the shower and grabbed her towel.
Those glances were worse than any power my dimples had. Those were just for me, and they carried the same sexy confidence that lit up her face when we made love. I had wanted to bring out her badass side in bed. Check that box. She teased and took over. She was generous and shy, and insatiable. I was the lucky man on the receiving end of all that. She gave as good as she got.
I showered quickly, trying not to get distracted by Emily rubbing lotion into her skin and brushing her hair. She walked out of the closet in a silky robe she had left hanging just inside the door. I may have lifted the satiny fabric to my nose once or twice as I walked by it in recent days. God, she smelled good. I stepped out of the shower, hoping to catch her, but she skirted by me with a little laugh.
I dried off quickly and rounded the corner to find the bed empty.
“Over here, Mr. Big Man.” I still loved that name.
Emily was stretched out on the thick rug in front of the fireplace, leaning back on the two huge throw pillows from the bed. One of her legs bent at the knee and swayed in a way that offered quick peeks of the sweet pink I would never get enough of. It took three determined strides to get to her, and then, starting at her feet, I kissed my way up her body.
“This is a new location,” I said when I reached her neck.
“It’s a fantasy of mine.” Her breaths were coming quicker.
Awesome. “Tell me more, and I’ll do my best to make it come true.” I leaned in to inhale her flowery scent.
“I have a confession. The first time we had dinner here, we grilled out, remember?”
I nodded. I remembered wanting her more than breath that night.
“I came in to use your bathroom, and I may have snooped around before I went back outside.”
That thought made me smile. Her being curious about me. “What did you see?”
“I peeked in the guest bedroom and then in here. I imagined being in that big bed or tempting you on this thick carpet by the fire like a sex goddess. I wanted to be every fantasy you ever had.”
I pushed against her, rubbing my dick against her mound. “Baby, you are, and you were, then. I pictured you in this room too. I was standing on my deck, dreaming about what it would be like to have dinner with you every night, to come home to you and your warmth.”
“Every night?”
“Yes, Em, every night. Nothing would make me happier than coming home and finding you reading or snacking or stretched out like this. I don’t want to push, but I want you to live here with me.”
