her womb with each thrust. With one hand teasing her clit and the other her nipple, she was a goner in a matter of minutes.
He kissed her neck, her back, her neck again before calling her name. Gripping her waist with both hands, he started pumping faster until he stiffened, breathing harshly into her shoulder.
“Mmm,” he mumbled as he fell to his side and tugged her close against him.
“Mmm, yourself.” Totally energized, she scooted away and hopped off the bed.
Mitch rolled to his stomach and laid his head on his bent arms.
“Come on, sleepyhead, we’re burning daylight.” As she headed for the shower, she slapped his taut, naked butt. He merely grunted.
Then she stopped and simply took in the sight of him.
She wished she had a camera so she could always remember this gloriously naked, slim-hipped man lying in her bed. In that position his shoulder blades protruded and his biceps bulged. The sunlight gleamed off his blond hair and seemed to radiate from his smooth, tanned skin. He was a Greek god, a supermodel and a Hollywood hunk all rolled into one.
And for now, he was all hers.
She’d showered, made coffee and stuck cinnamon rolls from a can in the oven before Apollo deigned to show his blond-stubbled jaw in the kitchen. He ruffled a hand through his hair and shuffled in, wearing only his boxer-briefs. Squinting at her, he inhaled. “Smells good.”
“Well, hurry up and eat. We’ve got a lot to get done today.”
“We do?” He poured himself a mug of coffee and sat at her table.
Guess he wasn’t quite the Saturday morning enthusiast she was. “Uh, hello? All those flowers aren’t going to plant themselves.” She stuck her hand inside an oven mitt, pulled the rolls from the oven and slathered on the icing from the tiny plastic container.
He sipped his coffee. “Right.”
Alex froze. “I mean, that’s what I’m doing today. You may have other plans.” She sneaked a glance at him.
Slouched in his chair, his mug halfway to his mouth, Mitch was staring at her. He set down the mug, got up and stalked over to her, lithe as a jungle cat. He slid his arms around her waist and nuzzled into her neck. “Give me half an hour to bring back a change of clothes and my shaving kit, and then your wish will be my command.”
Alex smiled, warmed inside where a moment ago she’d gone cold. “That’s a dangerous concept.”
He reached around her, snatched a cinnamon roll off the baking sheet and popped it in his mouth. “I’ll bring you an apron and you can make me a pie.” He swatted her behind and then darted for the hallway.
Grabbing an onion from the hanging basket, she charged after him and pitched it at his back, but he ducked, swiveled and tackled her. Half tickling her, half carrying her into the bedroom, he dropped her on the bed and kept tickling her. Laughing and giggling, she kicked and screeched, fighting off his attack.
Alex decided the best defense was a good offense so she cupped his package and caressed.
“Aw, Hughes, no fair.” His light blue eyes sparkled down at her as he lowered his head and kissed her. His body followed and soon they were writhing around on the sheets. Alex rolled on top, straddled his waist and combed her fingers through his hair as she poured all her overpowering emotions into her kiss.
His hands caressed her back, and as she tucked her nose into the strong column of his neck his arms tightened around her. They lay there just holding each other. She heard his ragged breathing soft in her ear, and she felt his Adam’s apple move as he swallowed. The silence filled with words unspoken, with emotions unexpressed.
It was either spill her guts, or get up. She rolled off him and the bed and landed on her feet, forcing a smile. “Daylight’s a-wasting. Come on, up and at ’em.”
He rose up on his elbows, a mock expression of dismay on his face. “You’re just going to leave me like this?”
Alex’s gaze traveled from his face down his fine chest to the long protrusion beneath his underwear. She licked her lips. So tempting. But she’d bought those flowers on purpose to remind her that her life was more than just Mitch. If she let him, he’d engulf her in his life and she’d very easily lose her own. And then what would she have when this ended, as it surely would?
She had no illusions