“No. Practical. If I were ambitious, I’d say we should christen all of this place, too.”
She came out of the closet, one brow arched in a Really? sort of way that got his blood pumping. Oh, who was he kidding? Just her breathing got his blood pumping.
“I’ve changed my mind,” he said. “I am ambitious.” He started to advance on her.
She pointed an imperious hand toward the increasing mountain of clothes on the bed. “Pack.”
“The clothes aren’t going anywhere.”
“Exactly, which is why you need to—”
He cut off her protest with his mouth, sliding his hands down her back and over that luscious ass so he could pull her closer, rocking his hips into hers. At the press of his arousal, she stopped fighting. Surrendering on a moan, her own hands skated under his shirt. She tore her mouth away so she could shove the shirt up and over his head. “We have to be fast. There’s work to do.”
“I can do fast.”
He stripped her shirt off, reaching behind her back to release the clasp of her bra with a single flick of his fingers.
“You’re awfully good at that,” she murmured.
“In high school, my friends and I had a contest sometimes to see how many bras we could unhook with a flick just going down the halls.”
Piper pulled back to look at him as he slid the straps down her shoulders and off. “So you just popped girls’ bras randomly?”
“Yeah. I’m not real proud to admit that I held the record.”
“That’s—”
“Completely juvenile and stupid. I know. But it makes for fast access for this.” He bent his head to take one of her nipples into his mouth.
Her hands dove into his hair. “God. I find that I can’t really complain about the end result.”
He smiled, and shifted to lathe the other breast. And his phone went off.
She stilled, hands still gripping his hair. “Do you have to get that?”
With a disappointed sigh, he pressed a kiss to the hollow between her breasts. “Unfortunately, yes.” He fished out the
phone, mouthing I’ll be quick, as he answered. “Stewart.”
“Hey Myles. Sorry to bother you, but we’ve got a problem.”
He listened to Wes outlined the issue, then asked a few questions about troubleshooting and thunked his head against the wall.
“What was that?” Wes asked.
“Nothing. I’m on my way.”
When he turned around, Piper was already slipping her bra back on.
“I’m sorry.”
“For leaving me unsatisfied or bailing on moving?” But her tolerant smile took the sting out.
“Both. The paper’s a bitchy mistress.” He blew out a breath. “I don’t know how long this will take.”
“It’s fine. I can deal with packing my stuff and getting the clothes and whatnot put away at the house. Go deal with your emergency.”
No guilt and only a tiny bit of disappointment. God, what a woman.