Page 31 of An Unexpected Home

She stood, taking the sweatshirt from his hand. “I don’t think I’m gonna need the sweatshirt after all.”

“Oh, that’s fine. You can use it if you need it.”

“No,” she said and moved closer to him. “You’re not hearing me.” She was now right on top of him, her chest practically touching his. “I don’t need the sweatshirt because in about three minutes I plan to be completely naked.”

His eyes widened and he looked down at her. “Be sure,” his voice was gravelly. “Because as soon as I touch you, I won’t be able to stop.”

“I’m counting on it.”

Without touching her or saying a word he turned and walked back into his house. He heard her behind him as he dropped the blanket, other sweatshirt and two beers on the table.

He heard some noise, like possibly clothes being removed but he didn’t dare turn around until he was inside his bedroom.

Sure enough she had taken off her shirt and jeans and was left only in her bra and panties.

She stood before him confident and secure and he didn’t think there was anything hotter.

As much as he wanted to devour her, he also wanted her to know something.

“If you don’t want to date me, Leah, you don’t have to. I never want you to feel pushed into doing something you don’t want to do.”

“That,” she said. “That right there and the damn sweatshirt. That is why I am powerless to not date you.”

“Because I gave you a sweatshirt?” He was still confused but with her standing mostly naked in front of him, his confusion was fading fast.

“Because you care,” she said softly and stepped close to him, laying a hand on his chest. “You cared if I was cold and just now you cared that I might be doing something I didn’t want to.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said and finally touched her, pushing her hair back from her face.

“I’ve kinda figured that out,” she laughed softly.

He dipped his head, leaning his forehead against hers. He had so many things he wanted to say to her but he knew almost all of them would freak her out. “I’m sorry I didn’t call.”

“How sorry?” she said playfully.

“Sorry enough that I will spend all night making it up to you.”

She raised her eyebrows. “You better get started then.”

No longer able to control himself he captured her lips in a furious kiss. It had been almost a week since their first and only kiss and his memory did not do her mouth justice.

She gripped his shirt in her fist and because of their height difference, once he moved his hands to her ass, she was easily lifted into his arms with her legs wrapped around his waist. He turned and pushed her against the wall to give them both some leverage all the while her hands were lifting his shirt.

“Take it off, take it off,” she mumbled and he let her pull it over his head.

“Oh God,” she whispered. “I’ve been dreaming of your chest since the night I first got to town.” She lowered her head and licked his collar bone.

At his intake of breath he felt her smile against his skin. “You taste so fucking good.”

He pushed his dick harder against her making her breath hitch. “When do I get to taste you?” he said and bit her shoulder.

“Now.” She threw her head back against the wall giving him access to her neck. Taking full advantage he licked a path from her shoulder to her ear before nipping it with his teeth. Her hands were in his hair, holding his head against her like she was worried he didn’t want to be right there in that exact spot.

He found her mouth again and before he knew it, he had her off the wall and on the bed with him on top of her.

His movements were frenzied as he lifted himself up and slid his jeans and boxers down his legs.

His cock sprang free and he started to reach for his nightstand to grab a condom when he remembered a very important detail. He didn’t have any.

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