Page 48 of The Meeting
He set his fork down on his now empty plate. “How do we make it better for you?”
She flushed as the dirty thoughts pooled in her head. She could still smell his woodsy-scented cologne lingering on her.
“It’s been a while since I’ve done all of this.”
“All of what?”
“Dating... sex.”
He stared at her, shock clearly written on his face. “So, you weren’t...”
She put her hands in her lap and wrung them together. “Drew and I haven’t slept together in months. Probably closer to a few years if I’m being honest.”
“Oh.”
Oh? She watched him, wondering what he was thinking. Based on his reply, she suspected that he had had several partners over the last several months since he had become single. It’s only natural. But she was now thankful she and Drew had stopped since he was sleeping with at least one other woman.
“I think we are in the same boat. I actually haven’t been with anyone since my divorce. Or since well before my divorce. We stopped sleeping together once things got rough. It’s probably been a few years.”
Relief swept over her. She didn’t realize how worried she was about it until he had said that.
“Oh good.”
He raised an eyebrow.
She slapped a hand to her forehead. “That’s not what I meant. I just meant that I’m relieved that we are in somewhat of the same boat.”
He slid his hands across the table and held them out to her. She lifted hers off her lap and placed them in his.
“That’s actually a relief for me, too. I guess it’s a good thing we got the first time out of the way, huh? We were both a bit eager to get back in the game.”
She blushed and laughed. “I guess so.”
His eyes darkened. “How about we get the second out of the way as well?”
She immediately felt a surge of heat sweep through her. “I’d like that very much.”
He stood up and took her hand, leading her to his bedroom. She looked around at the small space. He was a minimalist. Only a single dresser and bed were in the room, which was tidy. There weren’t any personal items lying around. The bed was neatly made with light blue sheets and a blue comforter.
Pulling her into his arms, his fingers settled at her waist. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her lips. She relaxed into him and opened her mouth wider. His tongue danced against hers and his fingers moved to her lower back, massaging as they went.
She breathed him in, his scent intoxicating. The bulge of his pants was pronounced against her leg, and she pulled back.
“Well, hello.”
He groaned when her fingers came to the ridge in his pants and drifted along his length. He grabbed the bottom of her blouse and pulled it up over her head, exposing her bare chest. She was suddenly glad she had skipped the bra when his eyes lit up at her naked body.
His fingers skirted beneath her skirt and rubbed her through her panties. She didn’t need to hear his groan to know she had soaked through them. Her want couldn’t be hidden, and she didn’t want to hide it. She wanted him to know how deeply she wanted him—how badly her body ached for him.
Her breath hitched when his finger dipped beneath the fabric and rolled over her clit.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured.
“Only for you,” she whispered back.
He groaned and pulled his hand back before gripping her skirt and panties and sliding them off her waist until they dropped to the floor.
Dipping his head, he took one of her nipples into his mouth and rolled his tongue over the tender peak. She buried her fingers in his hair and arched her back into his touch. He pressed a kiss to the breast he lavished as his fingers played with her other one. She moaned and moved her fingers to the buckle on his belt, working quickly against it until she had both it and his pants undone and sliding off his hips.
