It may have been two and a half decades since we’d been around each other but everything had slipped right back into place. She kept me out of my head. She made me laugh and right now she was making me so hard I could pound nails – without a hammer.
Jill hooked her fingers though the belt loops of my jeans, pulling me after her up the steps we’d built without her lips leaving mine. The steel toe of my work boot caught on the first step and she laughed against my lips even as her back hit the solid wood of my front door. I fumbled with the door knob behind her back and we stumbled inside. My blood was runninghot, my breath coming fast and every stitch of clothing on my skin needed to go. Now.
Jill squeaked as I wrapped my arms under her ass and picked her up. Luckily, my cabin wasn’t that big, so I had her back on my bed and my hips between her thighs in record time.
Her hands slipped under my t-shirt and up my back. Her tongue was in my mouth battling with mine, her legs tightened around my hips and the assault on my senses had a growl ripping from my throat. I’d never growled in my entire life. I’m not a bear, but it was the only thing my body could manage to do besides hang on.
Something sharp dug into my lower back and I slid my hand down her leg to find that she was wearing sandals with a million little straps and buckles on them. “These have to go, and I don’t have enough blood flow to my brain to figure out how to get them undone.”
She laughed and sat up. “You’re one to talk. Those work boots have more hardware than a Home Depot.”
She had a point. “Okay, pause.” Reluctantly, I pushed myself off her and took a few steps back. She looked so fucking good half reclined on my bed that I was tempted to say fuck it, shove both our pants down to our knees and get the job done. But, we weren’t teenagers anymore. The fact that our first time together was happening at forty and not fourteen meant I could do a little better than half-assed fumbling. “Take your shoes off.”
She cocked her head in challenge. “Take your boots off.”
We held eye contact for one heated moment before I bent and started undoing my laces. She watched until I kicked my first boot away before starting to tackle her buckles and straps with nimble fingers. “You follow instructions better than you did when we were kids,” she joked.
“Yeah, well, I have better motivation these days.” I gestured to the very obvious tent in the front of my jeans.
“Motivation is good. Now, take your jeans off.” She reclined back on her elbows, her bare toes skimming the rough hardwood floors.
I didn’t get embarrassed easily after the events of the last year or so, but I felt my ears heat as I brought my hand to the top of my jeans and popped the button. “I hope you’re not expecting me to do a little stripper dance.”
She laughed, her eyes following my fingers as they lowered my zipper. “No, no dancing. I spent a lot of hours admiring you when we were teens. But you’ve changed a lot since then.”
I shoved my jeans to the ground and unhooked them from my ankles all while she watched with rapt interest. I tossed my jeans to the side. “You weren’t the only one watching back then. Your turn.”
She lifted her hips from the bed, hooking her thumbs into the top of her tight fitting capri’s and slid them down her thighs. She kicked her feet until the fabric hit the floor but my eyes were glued to where a pair of black panties rested below her hip bones.
I started to stalk towards her, eager to get my hands on all that bare skin, but I was stopped when she raised a hand.
“Shirt, too.”
I stopped a foot away from where her bare legs were dangling off the end of my bed.
She brought one bare foot up and slid it up the side of my calf. I scrambled to grab the collar of my shirt where it rested against the back of my neck and ripped it over my head.
The smile that I’d loved since the first time I put it on her face spread across her lips and she hooked both her heels aroundmy knees, pulling me closer. I planted a hand on either side of her shoulders and leaned over her.
“Definitely changed since our days swimming in the lake,” she said as she ran her hands over my chest. I wasn’t in my twenties anymore. Muscle definition was still there but it had a little padding from the stress of the last few years. Some of the hair that covered my chest was gray, a development which had freaked me out when I’d first noticed it. I couldn’t have been self conscious about any of that if I tried with the way she was eating me up with her eyes.
“Took way too long to get my hands on you,” she murmured, bringing her hands to rest on the waistband of my boxers.
I leaned down, pushing the bottom hem of her top out of the way with my nose and kissing a strip along her hip. Her skin smelled sweet, with a hint of sawdust, a smell she picked up from me. The idea of my scent on her skin gave me a possessive caveman feeling towards the woman laid out like a sexy buffet before me. “We can make up for that right now.”
Chapter 9
Jill
Lying on my back, looking up at miles of Wesley’s touchable, bare skin was a dream come true going back to when I was a teenager who knew nothing about sex. Not that I claimed to be an expert now, but at the very least I was confident enough to ask for what I wanted, and his lips on my skin was a hell of a good place to start.
I dug my heels into the mattress, the blanket cool under my overheated skin, and crab walked up the bed. Wesley followed on hands and knees, stalking his way up my body with heat in his eyes and a drool-worthy bulge in his boxers.
“I can’t believe I have you in my bed after all these years,” he said, bringing his lips to my neck and kissing his way down to my collarbone. “It doesn’t feel real.”
I reached my hand out and cupped him, taking hold of his length and giving him a slow stroke. “Feel real now?” His only reply was a grunt, then his hands were on the hem of my shirtand it was sailing across the room.
“It won’t feel completely real until we’re both naked.”
