A Mother's Homecoming(61)

She felt incredible—pampered, lavished—but her body was also starting to hum with anticipation, wanting more. He bent down to kiss her on the back of the neck, and she made a low, approving noise.

“Thank you for letting me do this,” he murmured, as if the massage had somehow been as good for him as it had for her. “I could touch you all night.”

She lifted up on one elbow to smile at him. “There’s an idea.” Then she rolled the rest of the way over, letting the sheet fall where it may without modesty.

Nick froze, seemingly not even breathing as he drank in the sight of her. She gave him a moment, then reached for him, pulling him down to kiss her.

“You have wonderful hands,” she whispered. Grinning against his lips, she trailed her own hand down over his erection. “You have wonderful everything.”

“I don’t want to rush you,” he teased as she tugged his shirt over his head. “Maybe we should slow down. I’m not sure we’ve thought about this long enough.”

She shoved at his shoulder, and he obligingly fell to his back.

“I’ve been thinking about this all week,” she said, dotting kisses over his chest while her hand strayed lower. “That’s probably long enough.”

He smiled up at her. “Then you’re not worried about losing control anymore?”

“Actually—” she lifted his hand, pressed a kiss to his palm, and then placed it on her breast “—I was kind of hoping we both would.”

He was in clear agreement, but no discernible hurry. He let her finish undressing him, groaning as she frequently stopped along the way to relearn his body. There was a deceptively languorous quality to their caresses that didn’t quite match the avid, alert way he watched her or the throb of arousal building inside her. She straddled him, leaning down so that he could suckle her. But before long, they shifted position, their motions fluid and intuitively synchronized.

She planned to be back on top later, but for now, it was bliss to have him over her, poised to enter her. She was slick and ready for him but still fluttery with nerves—it had been a long time since she’d done this. It had been a lifetime since she’d done it with the right man.

He slid into her in one smooth thrust that stole her breath. It didn’t hurt, but it definitely took a moment of adjustment for her out-of-practice body. Then pleasure and instinct took over, her body rising and falling to meet his. Somewhere in the middle of it, they did roll over again, and she found herself controlling the tempo, squeezing her muscles around him, not a sore spot on her entire body. She felt so good, gloriously alive and exhilarated and free.

Nick reached between their bodies, stroking his thumb over her and heightening the climax that had already begun to spiral through her. She called out his name, heard him answer with a wordless shout as he drove into her. He clasped her to him in a fierce hug, their combined ragged breathing drowning out the music that had been playing earlier. Or maybe the CD had simply stopped.

“Wow.” She blew out a breath, puffing her damp bangs away from her face. It was a lot hotter in Nick’s house than it had been when she first arrived. “Best date ever.”

He nuzzled her neck. “Doesn’t have to be over yet. We have the house to ourselves until tomorrow night.”

Tomorrow. Their time together would pass too quickly, but for now, she planned to make the most of it.



Chapter Fourteen


“You know how last week I pointed out that you were singing all the time without even realizing it?” Dawn asked. “This morning you’ve been singing and dancing.”

“Well, why shouldn’t I be happy?” Pam asked, wiggling in a little side-to-side shake. “It’s a beautiful September day, the house renovations have far exceeded my expectations, I get to work with all of you wonderful women—you’re particularly lovely today, Nancy!”

The woman shot Pam an unamused look but refrained, probably due to their customers, from shooting the finger. Then Nancy’s scowl deepened. “Oh, spare me. Here comes lover boy.”

Dawn grinned, nudging Pam in the elbow with her ribs. “Guess you two can’t get enough of each other, huh?”

The ladies met Nick with innocent we-weren’t-all-just-talking-about-you smiles when he came through the door.

He walked up to the reception desk, where Pam was doing computer work, and Dawn flitted off to “see if that load of laundry is dry yet.”