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“She and Logan,” Matt confirmed. “And a few…other things.”

Lindsey took a deep breath. Matt rarely, if ever, asked for help on things when he was home. He liked todothings. Fix things. Work on things. He definitely loved to do the little, normal, daily things like grocery shopping and washing the car and helping with dishes. It was all the silly little stuff that he didn’t get to do on a regular basis. Stuff that most people took for granted.

For him to ask for help with something like picking up popcorn meant that he was running out of time. She felt her heart skip a beat. “Tomorrow?” she asked softly.

“Monday morning,” he answered, understanding what she was asking.

She felt her throat tighten and she made herself nod. “Okay.” Damn, that was soon. Really soon.

“It wasn’t supposed to be—” He broke off and shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. It’s Monday.”

She nodded again. “Okay.”

They didn’t talk a lot as they got the boys into the shower and into their pajamas. The boys kept up with a nearly constant stream of chatter about their day and how fun it had been and how awesome ice skating was and how awesome the lights had been and how awesome the fancy dinner had been.

Awesome was the word of the night.

It was also awesome that the boys fell asleep long before George Bailey walked Mary Hatch home from the school dance.

Matt and Lindsey looked over at one another. Then, without a word, laid the boys down on the couch, covered them up, turned off the television, turned off all the lights but one so the boys would know where they were if they woke up in the night, and headed up to bed.

Well, Lindsey did.

Matt made a detour in the kitchen.

And arrived two minutes behind her. With eggnog in hand.

“Take your clothes off and lie back on the bed.”

That was really all the foreplay she needed.

Chapter

Seven

Matt prowled toward the bed.

The first time in the conference room at the community center had been pretty quick and dirty. They hadn’t really removed many clothes. They hadn’t been able to take their time.

But honestly, he couldn’t now either.

Thank God Lindsey didn’t seem any more inclined to take things slow.

A knot had been gathering in his gut all day. The ticking clock at the back of his head. The pressure to get everything in before he headed out again. How happy everyone had been to see him. The talk of the things everyone wanted to do and plan and the things they were looking forward to. He’d worked to make the day everything they all needed it to be. He’d focused, forcing his concentration to stay in the moment, on the people that needed him to be present today.

And now…damn, he just wanted to let go. He wanted to not worry about saying the right things, making it all perfect. He just wanted to just let go, get lost. In Lindsey. With Lindsey.

She was already naked and he paused at the end of the bed only long enough to pull his shirt off over his head and strip off his jeans and underwear.

He was already hard. Aching. He’d been touching her, kissing her, holding her hand, running his hands through her hair all day long. He’d kept it PG—maybe PG-13 in a few of the things he’d whispered in her ear here and there…okay, maybe R a couple of times…but he hadn’t been able to keep his hands and lips completely to himself.

He had taken full advantage of having her within reach, taking huge deep lungfuls of her scent, running his thumb over the silky skin on the inside of her wrist, tasting the sweet vanilla of her lip gloss. He’d told her she was beautiful, he’d whispered how much he loved her, he’d told her she was amazing with the boys and how proud he was of them. He’d wanted her to know that he appreciated all the ways she made his life better. Easier. More full and just…better.

But he now intended to take full advantage of being with her right now—alone, naked, and with a huge bed.

She was lying on her back as instructed, her hair spread out on the pillow, her cheeks flushed, her chest rising and falling with her rapid breathing, her nipples already hard—a gorgeous sex goddess he would never get enough of.

He lifted the carton of eggnog that Dana had stocked for him. Lindsey’s eyes got a little wide but she didn’t move or try to stop him. He tipped the carton and she gasped softly as a thin trickle of eggnog hit the upper curve of her right breast. The sticky fluid slid down and around her nipple. He tipped more out, watching the sweet rivulet make a trail for his tongue to follow. He moved to her left breast, doing the same, before dribbling eggnog down her stomach and then kept going, pouring it over her lower belly and lower, covering her mound, watching it run between her legs.

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