Page 48 of Pick Yourself Up
Boomer, who always understood more than most humans expected, licked Gray’s chin. “A sign of approval. I’ll take it. You’re a good wingman, Boomer.”
Ford’s phone rang and when he took the call, Gray locked eyes with Amber. Desire arced between them, and he wondered that the nearby boards didn’t flame up.
Ford laughed into the phone and then hung up. “That’s Jolie. She says she needs me for the afternoon, so you guys are on your own.”
Hell, looked like he had a wingwoman as well.
Ford slapped Gray on the shoulder as he walked by him. “Lock up behind me. Have fun.”
He shut the door in his buddy’s laughing face and then locked it.
Amber watched him across the room, a soft smile lighting up her pretty face. “Why don’t we check out the rooms on the second floor?”
Where they’d have more privacy, and there were at least a few soft surfaces. “Great idea.”
When he crossed the room to take her hand, he realized she was trembling. He lifted it to his lips. “You okay? We don’t have to do this now. Or here.”
Her cheeks flushed darkly, but her smile widened. “Oh, I think we do.”
He leaned in to kiss her. “Any time you change your mind, you let me know.”
She brushed her hand over his jawline. “Not changing my mind. I want this, Gray, I want you.”
Gray swooped her up into his arms and took the stairs two at a time. “Which way? You know the rooms best.”
Her hands were busy running over his t-shirt and playing with his muscles and she was kissing his neck, but she pointed down one hall. “Last room on the left.”
Of course, it was the last room.
Gray sprinted, making Amber laugh.
When they reached the door, Boomer barked. Then he circled in the hallway and flopped to the ground, hopefully, for a long nap.
“Easy guard, Boomer. Easy guard.”
He set her on her feet, trailed his lips over her face and down her neck. “I haven’t heard that command before. What does that mean?”
“What? Oh. It means there’s no danger and he can relax. But if anyone approaches, he’ll let me know.”
“I like that command. He’s definitely a good wingman.”
She laughed, and he kissed the sound, felt her joy fill up his soul. “You’re gorgeous, Amber, inside and out.”
Her hands slid under his shirt, and she played with his chest. “You too. Let’s see more of the outside.”
Grinning, he reached back and hauled his t-shirt off with one hand while the other held her close.
While he kissed her, their hands continued to explore. He trailed his hand under her sweatshirt and up to her bra. His Amber didn’t go for lace. He loved the soft cotton of the fabric, loved it even more when her nipples pebbled under his touch.
When he eased his hands up, she lifted her arms, and he drew the shirt over her head, leaving her in a sexy, soft purple bra that contained her glorious breasts.
“So damn pretty.” He brushed his thumbs over her nipples, watching her skin flush just above the material. He teased until her breathing sharpened and her body arched into his.
Then he slipped his hands around to the back and undid the fastening. Amber shrugged off the material, and he filled his hands with her breasts. “So pretty.”
He played and teased, watching what made her eyes go fuzzy and what made her shiver. When he leaned down to suck one breast into his mouth, she let out a soft gasp and looped her arms around his neck.
He banded one arm around her to help keep her steady and used the other to unsnap and unzip her jeans. Without taking his mouth off her breast, he slipped his fingers inside her jeans.
