Page 63 of One Night Stand After Another
“That’s a yes.” He slid both hands under her skirt, easing it up. She looked at the enormous front window with wide eyes. “Someone will see.”
“I should care? Oh fine.” He tugged her forward, down his body. “I have a better idea anyway. It’s an oldie-but-goodie fantasy of mine, second only to the one of making love to you while you crochet, remember?”
“Remind me.” Heat shot through her, making her knees buckle.
He caught her. “My pleasure…taking you from behind until you drop a stitch…you on top of me, crocheting away, soft yarn all over my chest…”
“I think your fantasies and my fantasies are very similar. I can’t even touch yarn without thinking of you,” she admitted. “The past two months have been hell.”
“Does it make me a monster if I’m happy to hear that?” he asked, pulling her into a hallway at the back of the room and leading her up a flight of stairs.
“Yes,” she answered. “I suppose it will also make you happy to hear that eating chocolate now has a very curious side effect for me.”
“Very happy.” He gestured for her to go ahead of him. “What do you think?”
The upstairs was as cozy as the downstairs, but there was plenty of space. A wall of windows provided natural light, and she could already imagine the room filled with comfortable chairs and side tables for crafting supplies and beverages from the café.
“Will we hold classes?” she asked, mind spinning with ideas.
“Whatever your heart desires,” Zane said, squeezing her hand.
Her heart desired a lot. She and Jimmy had been brainstorming community-building ideas, and this space would be a perfect place to bring those ideas to life. And a great place to sell yarn. “I can’t wait to get started.” She threw her arms around his neck. “Thank you for waiting for me.”
“Always.”
He bent to kiss her, and she lost herself in the feel of his lips moving over hers, his midnight scent seducing her senses, only peripherally aware that he was walking her backward toward the other side of the room.
Never breaking contact, he fumbled behind her and opened a door. She looked over her shoulder into the small room, seeing darkness. “What’s this?”
“You’ll see.”
She stepped inside, and he followed, shutting the door behind them.
The scent of Spic and Span hit her nose, and she began to smile. When her eyes adjusted to the light coming in a small window above a slop sink, a happy laugh bubbled from her throat. “Really, Zane?”
“Let’s rewrite history.” He dropped to his knees, tugging her skirt down with him. She held her breath as his hands stroked her hips. “You choose me. No one interrupts.” His gaze caught hers, and the sparks between them ignited. “And I tell you that I’ve always wanted you, always loved you, and I suspect I always will. Let’s give each other a chance.”
It sounded like her dream come true.
He pressed a kiss against her center. “Breathe, Clara.”
“Yes.” The word left her in a rush. She pulled air into her lungs. “I want to be with you.”
He gripped her thighs and urged her back against the wall. “No strings attached?”
She shook her head. “I want the strings. All the strings. Every one.”
“Me too.” His fingers teased the top edge of her panties and then his lips followed. “I think this room would make a great office, but let’s keep the supply rack, for old times’ sake. It’s bolted to the wall, by the way. Feel free to hang on.”
She bit her lip, watching his expression go tight with desire as he slid her panties down her legs. A low growl hummed in the back of his throat. She lifted one foot and then the other. His hands smoothed the fronts of her thighs, coasted down to her ankles, and then made their way up the back of her legs to her ass, squeezing, kneading. Every inch of skin he touched came to life.
“I missed these curves.” He caught her gaze with a wink. “And you, too, of course. But—damn.” He cupped her belly, then moved his hands to her breasts, fingers unerringly finding her nipples. Pleasure burst deep inside her, both at his praise and his arousing touch. He wanted curves? She’d give him curves.
She shrugged out of her cardigan and tugged her shirt over her head, dropping it to the floor. Swiftly, she unhooked her bra, pulled it from her breasts, and let it fall, too. Then she slipped her arms back into her sweater and smiled down at him, knowing exactly how much he liked seeing her like this, bared to him.
“Perfect,” he groaned, hands returning to her breasts, teasing her nipples into hard peaks as his tongue traced her seam, going a little deeper with each pass. Hot pleasure spiraled from her center, and a low moan broke from her throat. His tongue moved faster, like he couldn’t get enough of her.
Her knees buckled, and he caught her hips, bracing her against the wall. She grabbed the metal rack. It held firm, so she lifted her leg and draped it over his back, opening farther to his hungry mouth.
