she felt me hard and pressing into her softness. “Jackson.”
“You didn’t get my message,” I murmured into her ear, slowly thrusting my hips forward, making her quiver.
“You…you sent me a message?”
“Yes. I wanted to apologize. I came to your house—several times—but Hank was there. I asked you to call me.”
“I didn’t see it. We went for lunch, and I left my cell in the truck. I looked for it after he left. When I couldn’t find it, I sent you an email saying I was sorry, but you didn’t respond either.”
I quirked my eyebrow at her. “I didn’t check my computer.”
“You need to embrace technology and add email to your phone, old man.”
I grinned at her teasing, relieved to know she was no longer as angry with me. She knew I hated all that technology shit. She loved it.
“I like my private time, sweet girl.” I pushed closer, stroking her upper thigh with my fingers. “I especially like my private time with you.”
She whimpered, and I covered her mouth with mine. I kept the kisses light and indulgent, gentle sweeps of my lips against hers, tiny nips of my teeth to her bottom lip, and tender passes of my tongue over the plump flesh. Small, silent symbols of apology.
“I’m sorry, Laura. I hate arguing with you. I hate not being able to talk to you.”
Her eyes glimmered.
“Don’t cry. Please don’t cry.”
“I’m sorry too.”
“We’ll talk tonight? You’ll come over?”
“I have a business dinner with Hank.”
“Come after.”
She smirked, arching back into me, making me groan at the contact. “It’ll be late, Jackson, and we both know if I show up late, coming will be all that will happen—there’ll be no talking. You’ll be all sleepy and sexy. Your cock will be all smirky and winky… There won’t be any talking—we’ll end up making love instead.”
“You think I’m sexy when I’m sleepy?”
“Definitely. You get all tousled, and your voice gets all growly. I love it.”
I filed that piece of information away for later use. I grinned at her. “My cock…winks?”
“Smirks too—flirty little bugger does it constantly.”
I lowered my mouth to her ear, tugging on her lobe. “Obviously, it’s been too long since he winked at you. Otherwise you wouldn’t be referring to him as ‘little bugger,’ Laura. I think you should come…over later tonight so I can remind you how not little he is.”
She sighed, her hands caressing the back of my neck. “I love you,” she whispered fervently, her hands pulling me close and my cock closer. “Maybe he’d like to wink at me now.”
“Baby, we have to go. Jen will knock any minute.”
“We have seven minutes.”
I fingered the bow on her hip, desperate to feel her wrapped around me. “We shouldn’t.”
“I want you,” she breathed.
“You’d have to be quiet,” I warned, yanking on the bow and slipping my hands under the fabric, groaning. “No underwear, Laura?” I bit her earlobe. “Naughty, naughty girl.”
She moaned low as my fingers found her slick center, stroking her hard.
“We have to be fast.”
“Six minutes,” she panted as my pants hit the floor with a quiet thud.
“I only need three,” I moaned, burying myself deep inside her. “I’m going to make you come so fast.”
“Two,” she moaned. “I only need two.”
She was right.
It was the best two fucking minutes of my life, my orgasm hot and fast, my groan lost in the sweetness of her mouth.
It left me four minutes to pull up my pants, help her retie her pretty bow, and then simply hold her. The tension had drained from her frame, her stiffness easing even more as I stroked her head—long passes of my fingers through her thick, wonderful hair as I whispered my adoration for her into her ear. She became fluid in my arms, and I felt myself calm and center holding her. She always did that for me.
“Forgiven?” I murmured into her hair.
“Yes.” A yawn escaped her mouth, and she sighed.
“Good.” I chuckled. “I can’t believe we each tried to reach out and neither of us got the message. It would have saved some lost hours of sleep for both of us.”
“What a pair,” she agreed.
Regretfully, I tilted up her chin. “The best pair, Laura.” I drew in a deep breath. “And it’s time everyone knew exactly how great.”
“Really?” she whispered.
“We’ll figure it out. I’ll talk to your dad later this week.”
“We should talk to him together.”
“United front?”
“Yes.”
Affectionately, I ran my nose up her cheek. “Okay. He might not kill me if you’re there to witness the act.”
Jen knocked on the