Page 30 of No Place Like Home
Iwantedto say, “Hell yeah, I missed you. I slept like shit and considered opening the door more than once.” But instead, I said, “No. I was just concerned when I got up and saw you weren’t here. Then you still weren’t here when I got home.”
He stood and walked toward me.
I swallowed as my eyes wandered up and down his body, taking in how well he wore his boots, jeans, and flannel shirt. He looked like the small-town farm boy from long ago—except now the boy had become a man. A hot, sexy man who caused tingles to spread throughout my body with one look. I chewed on my bottom lip as he slowly closed the space between us with his hands shoved in his back pocket.
“I went to Trevor’s last night. I couldn’t stay here,” he said as his gaze blazed trails over every part of my body it touched, and the tingling ignited into flames.
I crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly feeling very vulnerable—and very desired. His serious expression remained focused on me and was hot as fucking hell.
I couldn’t stand his stare any longer. I couldn’t focus, yet I couldn’t look away. “Rowan, stop looking at me like that,” I whispered, my voice tense.
“Like what?” he asked, now within arm’s reach.
My pulse raced in my throat. I swallowed, then said, “Like you want to throw me down and fuck the shit out of me.”
He took a step closer and dragged his finger down my chest, from my collarbone into my cleavage, where he paused a second before continuing down to the knot in the belt of my thin silk robe.
His eyes never left me as he replied in a husky growl, “What if that’s exactly what I want to do?”
Every nerve in my body could feel the heat of his skin through the thin fabric of my robe as he slipped a finger under that knot.
“Then what are you waiting for?” I asked, my voice a sultry whisper.
His eyes jumped to mine and froze. He backed away slightly, eyes wide.
I said the words. I crossed the line.
I had lost my fucking mind.
There was no going back now. I wasn’t about to let him slip away and stop whatever the hell this was.
I grabbed a fistful of his shirt and yanked him toward me, crashing my mouth to his. The kiss was deep, raw, and unrestrained as if I were finally claiming something that had always been meant for me—because I was.
I broke our connection after a moment, and, before I could stop myself, grabbed his hand and led him into the bedroom. As soon as the door was closed, I untied my robe and dropped it at my feet, daring him with my eyes to look away.
My chest rose and fell as my breathing quickened with desperation. Why was he just standing there, shellshocked? Did I make the right decision, or did I misread his actions?
Just when dread filled my gut and I thought about covering myself back up, he struck.
His lips locked onto mine, one hand sliding up my body to cup my jaw, and the other to the back of my neck. Cradling my head, he kissed me with a fierce, unrelenting passion, his tongue claiming mine.
I could do nothing but whimper with surprise. It took me only a nanosecond to recover, then I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him in even closer till I couldn’t tell where his body ended and mine began.
His hands on my bare skin were rough, but oh, so perfect. One cupped my breast and pinched my nipple. I pulled in a breath.
He stopped the kiss and pulled away just barely. “Summertime,” he whispered. The way he looked at me and the tone in his voice when he said my name sent a shock straight down to my most sensitive area.
My hands tugged at his shirt and struggled to get it off, to no avail. I stepped away, and he looked at me like I was about to run away again. “No,” I said. “This,” I gestured to his body, “is not going to work. Take it off—all of it.”
He chuckled and stripped. First his shirt—Lord in heaven what a masterpiece—then his pants. He stood in his boxers.
“Nope. I saw all this yesterday. I need it all. Now.”
His lips ticked up in a sexy-as-hell smile that I could now admit turned me the fuck on. Just like the rest of him—every last delicious inch. And as my gaze traveled down his body, I could tell I did the same for him.
“Summertime, you are more amazing than I imagined.” He stepped toward me and brushed his hands against my hips and up my sides. Chills ran through me from head to toe. When he got to my breasts, he kneaded them, ran his thumbs over my nipples, then sucked one at a time until my legs felt like they might not hold me up anymore.
I needed to hold onto something. My hands found his ass and squeezed, pulling him toward me until his erection pressed against my stomach. Then I reached between us and took him in my hand.
