Page 42 of Surprise Baby for Mr. Fischer
“No. You do remember who you're talking to, right?”
He grinned. “I should’ve guessed. I’m also assuming you haven’t seen any of the previous movies either.”
I laughed. “No.”
“Do you want me to find something else for us to watch?”
“No, it’s okay.” It didn’t matter what we were watching. I’d be more focused on who was next to me more than what was on the screen. “Can you watch shows and movies for the fun of it, or are you critiquing all the time?”
“Most of the time, I can enjoy it for what it is. Unless it’s terrible. Then I think of all the ways I’d fix it.” He shrugged. “Did you want me to start it from the beginning?”
“No, this is fine.” I laid my head on his shoulder as he hit play. Being next to him was like coming home.
Fifteen minutes in, his hand reached for mine. Our entwined fingers rested on top of his thigh, and I was finding it harder and harder to stop myself from taking my hand and running it over his leg.
My heart beat so fast, I was sure he could hear it.
He sighed. “I can’t concentrate on the movie with you next to me. Do you know you smell like peppermint? I never thought of peppermint as a turn-on before.”
“It’s my shampoo,” I responded, hating my lame answer the moment it was out of my mouth.
Slowly, I twisted my body to face him. The tortured look he gave me mirrored my own. Everything in me was telling me to make the first move. Yet I held back. This whole no sex thing was my stupid rule, after all. I hadn’t wanted to confuse things more than they were.
He laid his hand on my cheek. Our gazes locked. The heat in his eyes called to me, and the gentleness of his touch made me wild with wanting. I knew he would never make the first move. He’d respect my wishes. I needed to be the one to change the rules.
I threw my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his.
His arms wrapped around me, and he rested his forehead against mine. “We said no hanky panky.”
“Isaid no hanky panky. I changed my mind,” I murmured in a husky voice.
Our lips met in a whisper of a kiss before they slammed back together, devouring each other. His hand slipped around and cupped the back of my head. I groaned as his fingers tugged my hair.
I pushed closer, my chest rubbing against his, my need for him growing. His kiss was wonderfully familiar. Our mouths were greedy. It had been far too long since we were together.
My hand moved to the base of his spine, my nails digging into his shirt to pull him closer. I ran my fingers up and down his back, loving how the muscles shifted with each movement. Remembering how we’d done this before.
Except this time, he was wearing far too many clothes.
Screw my rule. I wanted him.
