Page 42 of The Girl He Loves

Chapter 15

Tuesday Afternoon

“Okay,”I say. “Stay.”

He’s next to me in a flash and backs me up to the table. “I was gearing up for strong resistance.”

“I can give you some if you want.” My backside is pressed against the hard wood. “But I wasn’t saying okay to hanky-panky.”

“But you’re not saying no.”

Dax lifts me so I’m sitting on the counter. He steps between my legs. I wrap them around him.

“I was hoping for a fight so we could have crazy make-up sex,” he says.

He lowers his head to my neck where his lips brush against the sensitive spot below my ear. I run my hands up his chest and circle around his neck, bringing him in closer.

“Wow, that’s really presumptive. Assuming I’ll jump in bed with you anywhere, anytime,” I tease.

He pushes away and steps back. “You’re right. You’re right.” He rubs a hand down his face. “And with Tyler in the house, too.”

I hold up my hands in surprise. “I was kidding.”

He shakes his head. “Nope, you’re right.” He watches me closely as he leans forward then slowly slides the screwdriver off the counter. A smile twitches on his lips.

He says, “I’ll just fix this up, and then we can go inside and figure out something to do. Or just hang out.”

He moves to the ladder and, in a flash, is three rungs up and has the cover of the door opener removed. He messes with a few cables and lines, or whatever they’re called, then gives me his attention. “You got the remote on you?”

I nod and take it from where I clipped it on the side of my jeans.

“Give it a press,” he says.

I click the button, and the garage door closes. Thankfully, the high row of twelve by twelve widows on my east-facing wall lets in copious amounts of light so we’re not left in the dark.

I squeal in delight. “That’s awesome. Don’t tell me how easy it was, please. I’m just gonna sit here and enjoy the fact that it works.”

He hops off the ladder and strolls over to me with a cowboy’s swagger. He flips the screwdriver once in the air, catches it, then slides it in his front pocket like a gun going into a holster.

“Fixing that dohickey there was complicated man’s work, little lady,” he says with a drawl.

I laugh. “How ever will I repay you?” I use my best southern accent and pretend to fan myself.

“Well, ma’am. I could never take any of your money….” He tips his pretend cowboy hat.

Our goofy exchange makes me hot. Maybe it's because he’s so willing to be silly. Or the fact that he just made coming home safer for me and Tyler since we’ll now be able to park in our garage.

I go right for what I want. No more playing this game or any other. “How about a quickie in the garage?” I propose. I strip off my T-shirt.

His eyes go wide. He whips the screwdriver from his pants and drops it on the ground. “Yes, please,” he says and rushes me.

He draws me in close, sliding his hands under my butt. I’m pressed against him, and everything feels like it should.

He blazes a path of kisses down my neck and up again before he stops to nuzzle my collarbone, his lips spread wide in what I know is a smile. “Everything about you feels right.”

I was thinking the same thing. I kiss him under his chin, knowing this spot is his favorite.

He groans. “What about Tyler?”

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