Page 21 of The Road Not Taken
He whirled around. His heart rate sped up. “Scarlet! What happened? Are you all right?”
“I’m better than all right. I got an update from Captain Marshall.” She came inside, stood a few feet away from him. “The FBI found the man they think might be responsible for the incidents at the collective.”
“That’s terrific.” His eyes widened. “What does this mean for us?”
“Nothing immediately. But since there’s hope for solving this siege at the collective, I wanted to let you know. You might not have to wait a long time for me.”
“I’ll wait as long as I have to, love.”
“How sweet.”
He stared at her. She was haloed in a ray of sunshine coming in through the door. Slowly, he turned off the water and whipped off his gloves. He took the time to wash his hands. Then he walked toward her. His eyes glimmered with desire. “You’re dressed real nice, darlin’, but right now I don’t care.”
He grabbed her to him and she held him tightly. “Are the planters still here?”
“They left at noon.”
“Hmm. Just in time.” She moved into him and buried her face in his neck. He loved it when she did that.
After a tender hug, he drew back and began to unbutton his flannel shirt. “My clothes are dirty, but if it’s okay with you…” He dropped his shirt to the ground.
In answer, she dropped her purse on the floor and yanked off the jacket, then the blouse of the mauve suit she wore. A black and gold bra made of lace pushed up her breasts alluringly.
“Holy Lord in heaven.”
He kicked off his old shoes, unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them and his briefs down together.
Soon, her skirt, underwear and heels joined the pile on the dirt floor.
Glancing around quickly, he saw a stack of clean blankets he’d brought out earlier, snagged a couple, and tossed them on the floor. She met him in the middle of the blankets. Lowering his head, he kissed her neck, then the swell of her breasts. She smelled like the flowers outside. Her breath sped up. He knelt in front of her and laved her torso with his tongue. Her belly button. Then buried his face in her curls. She moaned; it was both feminine and lusty.
Scarlet let him taste her then dropped down to her knees and faced him. His woodsy scent and a hint of sweat was very male. “I dreamed about this.”
“I did too.” His voice caught on the last word. “More than once. It’s only been a week since we’ve been together, but God, I missed you, girl.”
“I missedyou.”
This time, their mouths met. They devoured each other. He jerked when she bit his lip. “Oops. I’m too anxious.”
He dragged her hand to his groin. “Now this is anxious.”
She pressed her hand against him. “Mmm.”
He laid back and tugged her on top of him. She straddled his body. He fondled her breasts. Ran his hands along her thighs. Cupped her butt.
She leaned forward and stretched out on top of him. He eased her to the side and he moved to his. “I want to see your face when you lose it.” His dark eyes shone. With love.
“Wow.”
“What, babe?”
“Your face. I feel that, too.”
“What do you feel?”
She whispered, “I love you, Joe.”
“Ah. I love you, too.” He kissed her gently. Then ran his hand down her body to open her to him.
