Page 69 of Gone With the Wine

“So…”

“It’s just an attraction.”Right. “You’re hot. I’m horny. We’re both single. It’s that easy.”

“Well. When you put it that way…”

Chapter15

Jansen

I’m weakening.

Maybe she’s right. Maybe it is that easy. Maybe we can have a sexy fling without anybody getting hurt.

Or maybe I’m telling myself that because I want her so fucking bad I’m harder than a woodpecker’s lips.

And yet…she’s exhausted. Despite the glow in her eyes and the pout of her bottom lip, the way she’s pressing into me with clear want and invitation, I can see it on her face.

“Okay,” I murmur, kissing her forehead. “But not tonight.”

“Whaaaaat?”

I nearly laugh at her whine. “You’re exhausted. Tomorrow night. We’ll do it right.”

“Is there a wrong way?” she grumbles as I start leading her back to her place. “I don’t think there is.”

“There is if you fall asleep in the middle of it.”

She huffs. “That’s not saying much for your skills.”

Lightness rises in my chest. Yeah, I’m horny as hell, but she amuses me. “Don’t worry about my skills.”

“Oh ho. Now my expectations are huge.”

“I’ll resist the obvious comeback.”

She laughs. Her delighted giggle has that lightness expanding through me even more. “Now I’m even more disappointed.”

“Patience, sweetheart.”

We emerge from the trees onto her property. I know I don’t need to walk her to the door, but I’m going to. She holds onto my arm as we cross the grounds and again, I can feel the fatigue in her sexy body.

We pause at the back door of the old Victorian house. I take in the peeling paint and overgrown weeds. Bianca and her sisters have their work cut out for them, bringing this place back to life. Emotion surges at how hard Bianca’s been working, the load she’s taken on, and especially what she’s done for me given she has all this to worry about.

The outside light is on and it highlights the circles beneath her pretty eyes as I turn her into my arms. “Okay. Come to my place tomorrow night. I’ll make you dinner again.”

Her eyelids droop. “Dinner? Is that all?”

“No. That’s not all.” I bend my knees and dip my head to find her mouth with mine. She makes a soft noise in her throat and I pull her closer, right against me. Soft. She’s soft and warm and she melts into me, like our bodies are made for each other. Her mouth opens for me and I’m gone. Jesus. My head spins as our tongues glide and taste and our lips cling.

Heat ripples over my skin and my balls draw up tight.

“More of that?”

“Jesus. Now that I’ve kissed you…now I know how sweet your mouth is…there’s no way you’re not getting fucked.”

She whimpers.

I kiss her until I can’t breathe, lift my mouth from hers to peer at her, then go in again. We kiss and kiss, luscious kisses, deep kisses, over and over. Then I catch her bottom lip in mine and suck gently. “Okay,” I groan. “That’s it. Or we’re doing it right here on your back porch.”

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