“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She hung up as Sam flipped the lock and leaned back against the door, waiting. Waiting for her to make the first move.
And she did. She rose and unbuckled the belt around her waist. “You got here in record time.”
He might have waited for her to make the first move, but he didn’t wait for the second. He pul ed his shirt over his head as he moved toward her. “I may have run a light or two.”
The dress slid down her arms and hips into a puddle of blue and white at her feet. She stepped out of it, wearing nothing but her white bra and silky slip. She reached for the buttons on the front of his jeans. He grabbed her hand and stopped her.
“Tel me what you want, Autumn. I’m never quite sure with you.”
“I want you.” She looked up into his hot gaze. The hot gaze that sent warm shivers across her skin. “Just like last time.”
“Two orgasms?”
“Yes.”
“Then what?”
“I want to be lovers.”
“For how long?” He dropped her hand. “Until you get mad and kick me out the door again?”
“I don’t want to be mad and kick you anywhere.” Not anymore.
She popped one button at a time then slid her hand into the pouch of his boxer shorts. And in case he worried that they might repeat the past, she added, “You don’t have to worry that I’l fal in love with you again, either.” She wrapped her hand around his erection, and he sucked in a breath. His lids lowered and he brushed her cheek with the tips of his fingers. “What if I fal in love with you?”
She turned her face into his palm. “You won’t.”
Chapter Fifteen
Any Man of Mine:
Thinks I’m Hot in the Morning
“How was your day at work?”
Autumn took a bite of a Take ’n’ Bake pizza and careful y laid it on the plate. She looked across the table at Sam and Conner by his side. When she’d come home around five thirty, Sam and Conner had been downstairs, playing with Conner’s plastic golf set and watching SpongeBob Square Pants. Sam had offered to “make dinner,” and had found an organic pizza with fresh tomatoes, goat cheese, and spinach.
“Interesting.” She dabbed at the corner of her mouth with a paper napkin. True to his word, he’d thrown her legs over his shoulders and given her two orgasms. “How was your lunch today?
“So good I’m having the same thing for dessert?”
Conner smiled around his bite. “Ice cream?”
“Yep.”
After dinner, Sam helped Conner with his spel ing at the coffee table while a Chinooks-Bruins game played across the television screen. The two sat on the floor and Autumn lay on the couch behind them. There was work she could be doing, but she much preferred watching Sam deal with the sometimes agonizing task of helping Conner spel .
At one point Sam jumped to his feet and yel ed at the TV, “You’ve got to be f-ing kidding me.”
“Little ears,” she reminded him.
“What?” He glanced across his shoulder at her. “I said f-ing.”
“What’s f-ing mean, Dad?”
Autumn lifted a brow.
He returned his gaze to Conner and sat back down. “Freaking, but you probably shouldn’t say it.”