Page 468 of Small Town Firsts
He sighed. “Yeah. That.”
“See, caretaker.”
He shifted his hand so our fingers linked. His was big and rough and a little shiver danced down my spine, wondering what it would feel like against my skin. “Let me take care of you.”
I leaned forward, touching his lips in answer. The kiss was soft and lazy as a summer day. I sifted my fingers into his hair. The short strands along his ear led to thick curls that lured me in closer.
He sat forward, curling an arm around me until I straddled him on the leather. It squeaked under my knees and we both laughed until we were kissing again, and his hands raced over my hips and cupped my ass, tipping my hips forward until the first tease of friction made my blood thicken.
I was slightly taller than him in this position and he tipped his head back, letting me take the lead. I couldn’t get enough of his hair. Of his mouth. Of his hands that gripped me like he didn’t want to let go.
Somehow far hotter than his kisses.
I couldn’t remember the last time anyone wanted to touch me like that. Who held me like I was precious.
The world tilted and Sully stood with me in his arms.
I grabbed onto his shoulders.
“You want patience, I’m going to need to get you horizontal for that.”
I laced my fingers around the back of his neck and squeezed him with my thighs. “What if maybe the first time we aren’t patient?”
His dark eyes flashed, and he picked up the pace down the hall to the last room.
“Tell me Danny isn’t right next door.”
He grinned and hiked me up so he could kiss me again. “Nope. The first bedroom we passed.”
“Thank God.”
“Are you a screamer, Nora?”
I grinned. “I don’t know.”
His smile slid away. “I could kick Booker’s ass for not treating you right.”
“It wasn’t just him.” Once upon a time, things had been different, but then it had just become safe and steady. The passion had slowly leaked away like there had been a pinhole in us.
“Regardless, you deserve to be treated like a queen. And maybe I’ll shake his hand for letting you go, because I won’t.” He jostled me a little to get to the doorknob of his door and pushed through, shutting it behind him with a boot.
I didn’t have time to digest that statement. It made everything inside of me tighten, then Sully put me on his bed. The familiar scent of laundry and cedar enveloped me, back and front.
I flicked my shoes off as I backed up toward the headboard. Boots thudded on the floor then Sully was at the bottom of the bed, his big hands sliding up my calves to my knees. He dragged his bearded chin along the inside of my knee and up my thigh, pushing the skirt of my dress up until the cool air hit my panties.
He pulled me closer until my shoulders settled on the pillows behind me, then settled there and nibbled his way along the skin of my leg until his nose brushed my panties.
I stiffened.
“Easy, we’re just touching.”
“Sorry.” I stared at the ceiling. Married sex was much different than the exploring phase. It had been so long since I’d allowed myself to fall into the new.
He bit my thigh until I met his gaze. “Here with me, Nora.”
“I am.”
“No, you’re not.” He pushed up the skirt of my dress and kissed his way over my panties to the flat of my belly, then he pulled the skirt over his head until I laughed.
