He swiped his phone off and tossed it on the table, looking pretty damn proud of himself. “Problem solved. Anything else we need to take care of?”
He looked at me with so much determination, I got the feeling I could tell him the house needed to be picked up and moved, and he’d find a way to lift it onto his back.
Something Kitty said to me a while ago suddenly jumped to the forefront. “If you want to be happy, you need to see it in your future and believe it. Find a new path, you can’t be afraid to try new turns. Make a left instead of a right. Zig instead of zag.”
But then again, hadn’t I gone down this path—a man I worked with? I knew where that landed me.
My eyes lifted to Merrick’s carved stomach. I definitely never explored a path like that—one filled with peaks and valleys of taut muscle. I salivated at the thought of running my tongue over them all.
I want this.
No, I need this.
I groaned. “Fuck it.” I flew into his arms. Mr. Confidence apparently hadn’t been expecting it, because while I was busy wrapping my arms around his neck and climbing him like a tree, he stumbled back a few steps. Once he regained his footing, he crushed his lips to mine. Our mouths opened in a tangle of desperation with teeth clashing and tongues frantic to find each other. One of his hands slid down to my ass, while the other gripped the back of my neck and pulled me yet closer. I couldn’t get enough. He was overwhelming all of my senses at once.
Merrick walked with me in his arms until my back hit a wall. Then he pressed his hips to me, pinning me in place while he reached around to the back of his neck, gathered my hands into one of his, and stretched them up and over my head. I kissed him hard, feeling desperate to dig my nails into his back, but so turned on that I couldn’t because he was restraining my hands.
He bent slightly, used one hand to pull my thigh up, and suddenly I could feel his erection grinding into my clit. I whimpered, feeling a little breathless, and that only seemed to egg Merrick on. He growled, rubbing between my legs with his rock-hard cock, and I swear I almost came right there. We were just kissing, and he was going to get the job done faster than I’d been able to.
He shifted his head to my neck and sucked along my pulse line. “You had your fingers inside your pussy earlier, didn’t you?” he whispered.
I couldn’t form words, but nodded.
“Were you thinking of me?”
I nodded again.
Merrick growled, and I felt it in my belly.
“Did you come?”
I shook my head.
“Good. I want you on edge.”
Oh, I was already there. If he kept talking dirty, he wouldn’t have to do much more for me to fall over.
“My room or yours?” he mumbled.
“Mine. I couldn’t…in Kitty’s.”
Merrick released my hands and gathered me in his arms again. He walked toward the kitchen door, but I yelled, “Wait!”
He froze. The look on his face was actually kind of comical.
I bit my lip. “Do you think you could…put me over your shoulder?”
He arched a brow.
I shrugged. “It’s kind of a fantasy I had going.”
Without warning, he plucked me from around his waist, lifted me into the air, and tossed me over his shoulder. “This is just the first one I’m going to make come true, sweetheart.”
Merrick carried me to the guest bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed before setting me on my feet between his legs.
“I want to taste you, but first I need to see all of you.” He reached up to the hem of my shirt and slowly lifted it over my head. I had already changed for bed, so I didn’t have a bra on.
Merrick shook his head. “You’re beautiful.”