Just Want Somebody to Love. Keri Ford
his pants off by the bottom of the stairs. Or he could strip for her in her bedroom.
They went around a curve, and his headlight landed on the wooden sign. She pointed. “There.”
His blinker came on, and he turned on the slender drive. “You’re quiet over there. Not changing your mind, are you?”
A small laugh escaped her. “Trying to decide whether to get your clothes off as soon as we got in the front door or wait until I get you to my bedroom upstairs first.”
He cleared his throat and slowed as he came up to the two houses on the farm. “Which one?”
She pointed at the old white one. “That one. The other is my brother’s.”
He parked. “Noted.”
She chuckled and opened the door. “Nah. He’s cool.”
He met her at the front of his car, and just like that, his hand cupped her lower back as they went up the front steps together. If her panties weren’t melted by now, then nothing was getting them besides physical removal. Or he could rip them. Yeah. Ripping was the better option.
She pushed inside, and every last light was on as they’d left it. So much for a sexy low glow. “Do you want anything to drink?”
“Had all I wanted at the bar.”
She faced him and paused. This was the first time she’d ever brought a guy home like this. Surely not, but it was true. Her brother had lived with her until a few months ago. Before then, her mom had been here, so that was a definite no for bringing guys home for anything other than a hello or supper.
Now here Justin stood in her house. All alone. Heat swam up the back of her neck and flooded through her cheeks. It felt so wrong to have him here. She glanced his way. His head was tipped to the side, lips pulled just so into a smile. There could be nothing wrong in a smile like that.
He crooked his finger at her. “You’re not getting shy on me now, are you?”
She shook her head. “Just rusty.”
“Right.” He caught her by the hips as she stepped in close. “You feel warm and soft. I’m not getting this rusty feeling you keep mentioning.”
“It must be that connection you needed.”
His lips were soft along her cheek, kissing to her ear with the scruff of his facial hair following behind. “Told you it was required.”
She turned her head, and his mouth moved along her neck until he came to her shirt. She fisted her hands along his sides, and okay, decision made. The man was getting stripped here. She grabbed his shirt and worked it from his jeans. The soft cotton gave away easy, and she pushed it up. His firm sides were unforgiving against her arms as she raised his shirt higher until it was gone.
He wrapped his arms around her, stepping in closer, and caught her backside up in his hands. “Point me where you want me.”
“I’ve never had a man in my bed before.”
“That’s… The worst thing I’ve ever heard.”
“I know. I just realized that as we came in the door.”
“We should fix that.”
“We should. I’m almost thirty. I haven’t been bothered by the big 3-0, but now I’m all sad panda about it.”
His fingers landed over her lips and forehead against hers. “No sad pandas. I volunteer to fix this for you and make it memorable.”
She pulled out of his hold, catching his hand as she backed away. “Such a gentleman to see to my problems.”
“I aim to please.”
She eased up the stairs. “I’m going to hold you to that.”
“I’m not afraid of pressure.”
She stopped at the top of the stairs. “Good.”
He pushed her against the wall, and she found herself in the same delicious position as in the woods. She hooked her ankles at his lower back after he lifted. “Third door at the end of the hall.”
His hands all but pinched her butt with his grip as he carried her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and flatted her hands to the broad warmth of his back. His shoulders were strong. The flex of his muscles enough to make knees tremble.
So. Much. Hot. So much more than she could have ever thought hidden under his shirt.
Then he went and lowered her on the bed and stood between her knees. There might have been whimpering at that point. If it was possible to whimper while swallowing your tongue.
She’d left her bathroom light on, and it allowed her see everything about him, down to those interesting male body parts by his hips. The creation of the V that pointed to the good stuff being outlined in his jeans. Such fascinating parts of the male form. She traced them with her fingers until coming against the barrier of his jeans. Ones she’d had opened just ten minutes ago. She returned them to their previous state and popped the button again.
That aiming to please thing he mentioned? Somehow they hadn’t even gotten started and already he was fulfilling that promise. And the memorable part? Pretty sure she passed that line somewhere between getting put against the brick wall outside the bar, to being against the tree across the road.
There were strong men in town, and she’d dated strong men before, but she couldn’t remember one being as potent as Justin. Just all-consuming and she was happy to let him put her wherever he wanted. Especially if he kept putting his hands in her hair.
The pads of his fingers brushed against her scalp. How he hadn’t gotten it tied in knots against her head, she didn’t have a clue. His hands cupped the back of her head and tilted her up. His lips came on top of hers, and she met his touch to get them back to the rushed right now excitement she’d been wrapped in before.
His kiss pressed harder, and the heat of his body moved in closer as he leaned on her, pushing her back until they were flat on the mattress. His lips teased at hers. Slow, ever so perfect unrushed kisses touched her and ignited heat simmering at a low burn.
Earlier tonight when he placed a drink in front of her with all the confidence in the world, that had been her clue the man knew too much about a lot of things. Women, she’d imagine, was at the top of that list. Praise God to every last woman in this man’s life before her.
She put her hands to his sides and he jumped. “Ticklish?”
His grin against her mouth was infectious. “I wasn’t expecting it.”
Oh really? The pads of her fingertips touched against the hard lines of his stomach until she reached his jeans. That’s when he jumped again. “Wasn’t expecting it or do you want to go ahead and admit to ticklish?”
He nipped her lower lip, pulling a surprise out of her that time. Course, there was that smile again, touching hers. “Maybe some of both.”
That grin of his was so much more intense against her mouth. She couldn’t even see it, yet, it went all the way through her. He cupped her waist, working her shirt up, and he leaned away as he lifted. She sat forward as he pulled on the shirt, pulling her back to sitting just as the cotton passed her fingertips.
Those interesting parts of his hips were eyelevel, and she leaned in to kiss one of them. The hard ridge sloped inward, and she followed the angle to his jeans. Chills prickled along his skin. His abs flexed and outlined as she kissed across his belly to the other hip. She just about made it to the other side when his muscles shuddered under her lips.
A grin split his face, but it wasn’t playful this time. A hunger lit his eyes, and air rushed from him. Her throat tightened by the heat that poured off him and the intensity of his stare.
Men never looked at her like she was a cupcake before. She’d seen that look on men’s faces as they stared at other women, but not