Page 54 of Merry Little Midlife Matchmaker

I wanted to taste those rosebud lips. I wanted to kiss her cheeks and run my hands down her neck. I wanted to bury myface between her breasts and hear her gasp. I wanted to fuck her until her eyes rolled back and she finally let go.

A thousand perfect dates with a thousand perfect women wouldn’t change my mind.

The only woman I wanted was her.

TWENTY-FIVE

LIZZIE

Elbow deep in cookie dough,I glanced up at the sound of the doorbell. I was already late on my Christmas cookie schedule and a little on edge knowing Sean was out on a date with Cindy, so my first reaction was to sigh and hope whoever it was would go away.

But the doorbell rang again, so I washed my hands and called out, “Give me a second!” before heading down the hall toward the front door. In the long, skinny window beside the entrance, I saw the shadow of a man. A peek through the peephole made me rock back on my heels, a frown tugging at my brows.

I pulled the door open. “Sean. What are you doing here?”

His eyes were dark—darker than I’d ever seen them. His skin was red with the chill of the outdoors, and he said nothing as he crossed the threshold and closed the door behind him. “Kids here?”

I shook my head. “At their dad’s.”

He nodded, took a step to close the distance between us—and kissed me.

It was a shock. My hands flew up to his shoulders. My lips parted, and Sean took advantage. His tongue swept against mine and tore a groan from my throat. I felt the press of the wall atmy back and realized he’d caged me against it. His lips devoured mine until my head spun circles around me. When he moved to kiss my jaw and neck, I inhaled a gasping breath.

“What—”

“Been wanting to do this for weeks,” he said, his hips pressing into mine.

“You have?” The shock was evident in my voice.

Sean pulled away, his hands framing the sides of my neck while his thumbs coasted along my jaw. His eyes crinkled at the corners, but they were still dark as sin. “Yes, Lizzie.”

“What’s happening right now?”

“I’m kissing you.”

“Uh-huh,” I replied, and then he made good on his promise. He kissed me until the ground fell away from my feet. Until it was only the wall at my back and the warm press of his body at my front keeping me tethered to the earth. When we came up for air, I said, “Date was no good?”

“The date was fine. This is better.”

I blinked. “Oh.”

His lips coasted over my neck, lingering over the point of my thudding pulse. I blinked up at the ceiling as my hands kneaded his shoulders, then moved to trace the prickly-soft hair at the nape of his neck. When Sean let his hands slide from my neck to my collarbones, I shivered.

It had been a long time since I’d been touched like this. I leaned my head against the wall and clung to him while he stroked me, palms dragging down to feel my breasts. His thumbs stroked up along the soft flesh, and I let out a trembling sigh.

“You feel so good, Lizzie. I’ve been dreaming of touching you like this. Can’t stop thinking about you.”

“I think I might have fallen and hit my head. Am I in a coma?”

He huffed a laugh, his breath brushing against my lips. Then he ran his hands down my sides to my hips, where his thumbs ducked under the hem of my shirt to stroke against the soft flesh of my lower belly. His forehead came down against mine, and he pressed a kiss to my lips, just the barest brush of his mouth against mine.

“I want you.” His voice was a rasp.

I gulped. “Oh.”

“Want you so bad I can’t think straight.”

“I see.”

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