haven’t gotten any sort of explanation for his lateness, so after a minute I push him away, giving him a playful swat on the chest when he huffs.
“What happened?” I ask, watching as he stands up and takes off his tie and suit jacket.
He makes a face. “I had a work thing go long, and I missed my flight. I had to get a later one.”
“Oh. What a pain. Was everything all right with work? If you couldn’t make this weekend—”
“There’s no way I was going to miss this weekend.” He narrows his eyes at me. “I was just stuck in a room with a bunch of lawyers, trying to work out a contract for my client, and they were being irrationally stubborn. They wouldn’t budge for the longest time.”
“Oh. That sounds terrible. Did you get it worked out for your client?”
“Of course.” He sits down to take off his shoes and socks. “I’ll have you know I’m very good at my job.”
“It never would have occurred to me that you’d be anything but good at every single thing you try.” My eyes follow him as he stands up, slides off his belt, and then starts to unbutton his shirt and undo his cuffs. I like watching him take his clothes off. It’s just as sexy now as it was the very first time I saw him.
“Maybe not everything,” he responds, pulling his phone out of his pocket and glancing at it briefly before he leaves it on the dresser with his watch. “But with work, I know how to get things done.”
“You know how to get things done in the bedroom too.”
His gaze heats up. “That too.”
“If you weren’t such an arrogant man, you wouldn’t stand there and baldly proclaim that you’re good at sex.”
“But you just said I was.” His voice is slightly muffled since he’s pulling off his undershirt.
“I know I did. But that’s for me to say. Not you.”
He laughs and drops his pants, stepping out of them and coming back to the bed. “Oh, is that how it is?”
“Yes. That’s how it is.” I’m smiling up at him rather dopily. Then my eyes move lower and my mouth falls open. “Richard!”
“What?”
“You’re...” I wave my hand in the general vicinity of his underwear. He’s visibly erect beneath them.
“I’m what?”
“You’re hard.”
He glares at me between his eyelashes. “What’s your point?”
I’m giggling helplessly now—at his expression more than his physical condition. “When did you get that way?”
“I was anticipating on my way here.”
“Please tell me you didn’t have an erection on the flight!”
“Give me a little credit.” He gets into bed and is on top of me again before I know it. “I didn’t start anticipating that early. Not until I got to the hotel.”
“Aren’t you a little old to lose control of your body that way?”
His glare gets even cooler. He’s holding himself above me so he can meet my eyes. “I’ll have you know I never lose control of my body.”
“Never?”
His mouth quirks up. “Almost never. Certainly not until I met you. I’m not sure what’s gotten into me lately, if you want to know the truth.”
I’m still laughing, but I’m feeling a lot more than just that. I try to hide it by saying, “I notice you very skillfully bypassed the subject of your age.”
“I wasn’t bypassing it. I just didn’t think it was relevant.” He ducks his head down to nuzzle the curve of my shoulder. “I’m forty-six.”
“Oh. Well, that’s not too bad. I’m thirty-two. I guess neither of us are spring chickens.”
He shakes with amusement on top of me, still teasing my bare skin with his tongue. “Spring chickens?”
“That’s what my mom always used to say.”
“I suppose that’s one way to put it. Now if you’re done investigating my age and physical condition...”
“Honestly, I couldn’t care less about your age, and I haven’t even begun investigating your physical condition.” I stroke his hair, loving the texture of it beneath my palms. “Do you not want to take a shower?”
“I’d much rather do this, unless you want me to shower first.”
I make a show of sniffing at him. “Nah. You’re fine. Especially since you’ve been anticipating so much.”
“So you’re saying you haven’t been anticipating?” He moves onto his knees so he can pull off my little gown, his eyes running up and down my naked body with open lust.
“I might have been anticipating a little. But remember you were so late that I had to give up on you and go to sleep. It