Page 63 of Squatch Out!
When I look up at him, he slams his mouth down over mine, and I’m lost to his kiss. It’s familiar, just like the feel of his arms around me. Comforting. Consuming. He ignites a fire low in my belly and suddenly I need him like I need air.
Opening for him, I greedily slide my tongue against his, savoring his minty taste as I shift in his lap. Straddling his thighs, I press my aching core against his throbbing hardness.
His hands are everywhere. Down my back and then under my shirt where he slides them lightly across my skin to cup my breasts through my bra. I moan against his mouth, rolling my hips, spreading my thighs wider so he presses harder where I need it.
His hand slides up the back of my neck and into my hair, gripping my head to angle me the way he wants. And,oh yeah,I want more of that!
His tongue flicks across the roof of my mouth, and he suddenly freezes.
“What’s wrong?” I nip at his bottom lip.
“Do you smell… Is something burning?” His brows drop low, and then both of us scramble to our feet.
“The pizza!” I gasp, grabbing his arm to pull him up.
“Shit!” But he’s laughing as we run back through the trees toward his house. And I can’t help laughing too.
When we burst into the kitchen, it’s filled with thick smoke, and the smoke alarm is blaring loudly. I grab a dish towel and start waving it over the detector, trying to get it to stop. Sean opens the oven and jumps back when more smoke, followed by flames, rolls out at him.
“Where is your fire extinguisher?” I shout over the blaring alarm.
Sean looks around and then dives for the cabinet under the sink. I switch from fanning the smoke detector with a towel to the pizza box while he puts out the oven fire. When the alarm finally turns off, we’re left in a heavy silence. Sean is naked. The kitchen is in shambles. And our dinner is decidedly ruined.
And neither of us can stop laughing.
Sean shakes his head as he closes the oven. “Are you still hungry? If we leave now, we might make it back to town before everything closes.”
I shake my head. I ate my weight in snacks on the drive up here. Besides, what I really want isn’t going to be on any menu. Because, my god, he is gorgeous. Tall and thick, he’s cut with heavy muscles. A smattering of light hair covers his chest and legs. My tongue darts out to wet my lips as I eat up the sight of him.
“I’m only hungry for you,” I say in what I hope is a sultry voice.
“Is that so?” Sean takes the pizza box from me, tossing it aside. “Then I better make sure my girl is satisfied.”
My knees go wobbly, and heat floods my panties when he tosses me over his shoulder and takes me into his room—only to suddenly freeze in the doorway.
“Um, let me just change the sheets real fast.”
“It can’t be that bad. I don’t mind,” I say when he sets me back on my feet.
“No. It’s… You saw the kitchen?”
I look past him at the mussed-up bed, and that’s when I notice the stale scent of sex.Oh, dear.“Let me help.”
Sean tries to argue with me, but he’s learning I can be just as stubborn as him. Maybe even more.
Together, we strip the bed, and he takes the bedding straight to the laundry while I get to work on the new set. He finds a clean, if slightly musty-smelling comforter in a closet, and by the time we fall into bed, all thoughts of sex have been replaced with thoughts of sleep. I’ve been driving for the last four days straight, staying in cheap hotels with even cheaper mattresses along the way. So, when I sink into the pillowy softness of Sean’s bed, I’m well on my way to dreamland when he climbs in beside me.
“I guess I’ll take a raincheck on the reunion sex.” He chuckles as he curls around my body, big spoon style.
“I just need to close my eyes for a minute,” I mumble, but we both know I’m done for the night.
“Close your eyes for as long as you like. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
I want to roll over so I can kiss him. Maybe push him to his back and have my wicked way with him, but instead I melt into the warmth surrounding me. For the first time in a long time, maybe since I lost my parents, I’m home again.
I wake with the sun,and also because my circadian clock is still three hours fast, thanks to years of living on the East Coast. Sean is still curled around me, snoring softly and lost to a deep sleep. Being trapped in the comfort of his heavy arms would normally be enough to drag me back to sleep, but then my bladder wakes up. The longer I try to ignore it, the more urgent it becomes, until I finally give up and accept that I’m not going to get any more sleep today.
I do my best not to wake Sean as I carefully slide out of his arms and over the side of his bed. The room is chilly this early, and I’m only wearing a cami and my panties. On my way to the attached bathroom, I pick one of his discarded flannels off the floor and pull it around my shoulders. Pulling the collar of his shirt to my nose, I breathe in the strong scent that is uniquely Sean, a mixture of his rain-scented shower gel and musky sweat.
