of my finger, heading out of the kitchen, sandwiches forgotten.
His smile was decidedly wolfish as he took off his hat, set it on the kitchen table as he followed. My nipples reacted to the way he was looking at me. They grew tight and heavy because of it.
I led him up the stairs, once more acutely aware of his presumed gaze on my ass. “In here.”
I led him to my bedroom and pointed to the window from a distance.
He looked from the window to me, a bit puzzled. “What is it, darlin’?”
“In the corner.”
He went in that direction. I flinched as he got closer. “The spider?” He turned and grinned over his shoulder at me, that dimple knocking me on my ass again. “Are you scared of spiders, Red?”
“Yes,” I said immediately, nodding my head, so he knew there was no doubt. “I’m fine with anything else but spiders… ” I shuddered.
Rand grabbed the empty water glass by my bed and put it over the spider on the wall then carefully carried it to the open window. This one didn’t have a screen, so he shook the glass outside then turned back around.
He hadn’t killed it. He’d let it go.
“All gone, darlin’.” He set the glass back beside the bed, but I wouldn’t be drinking from it again until I washed it. No way.
He came over to me, wrapped his arms around me like we were already lovers, like he’d done it hundreds of times before. “No need to be afraid,” he murmured, eyes crinkling as he smiled down at me. “I’ll take care of all the spiders around here.”
I suddenly found myself shivering. Most houses in Montana didn’t have air conditioning. This one especially, since it didn’t even have up-to-code electrical. It had to be over eighty degrees on the second floor. I wasn’t the least bit cold. It was from the closeness of Rand, his strong arms banded around me for the second time today.
Rand was smooth—very smooth. He knew how to make a girl feel comfortable and at ease. What woman didn’t want a spider tamer as a lover? I had to bet he woke up in a different woman’s bed at least twice a week. I shoved that mood dampening thought out of my mind.
I was in his arms now, even if I’d be another human notch on his belt. Did I want that? My pussy didn’t care. My mind had different thoughts.
Of course, I’d love to be the special one, but I was smart enough to know that wasn’t a possibility. I just wanted in on the experience, knowing he was in the same headspace as me. Temporary. Scratch an itch. Let off some steam.
I bet he was incredible in bed.
Probably one hundred times better than my past boyfriends. With his arms around me, I couldn’t even picture any of them in my mind.
Rand’s hand dipped lower on my back, cupped my ass and squeezed. “What other manly tasks do you have for me, Red? If you need some help coming up with ideas...”
I was suddenly breathing like I’d jogged up three flights of stairs. Our gazes tangled and locked, his blue one intense and wild. I reached up and ran my fingers through his dark curls as I’d wanted earlier.
“Well, there were a few things…” My voice came out husky and low. I started walking backward toward the bed. Yeah, my pussy had won the battle with my mind.
He fell easily in step, not releasing me from his embrace. “Oh yeah?”
The hand not on my ass wrapped around my nape, holding my head captive. I felt his dominance, that unleashed power in the hold. It was gentle, but I knew who was in charge. He lowered his lips toward mine.
“Tell me all of them,” he murmured, his lips so close they brushed against mine.
I swallowed hard. “How are you with your tongue?” I asked.
His mouth descended on mine at the same moment he pushed me onto my back on the bed. He caught his weight with one hand, still cradling my neck with the other as his lips slanted across mine. His tongue swept into my mouth at the same moment the bulge of his erection found the cradle of my legs.
I gasped, opening my mouth wider for him, rocking my pelvis up to meet his. I felt how big he was. How hard. How much he wanted me.
“Were you thinking you wanted my tongue here?” He licked at the corner of my mouth