Page 74 of Dandelion Sighs

A longing emptiness opened inside me. Yeah. I wanted that.

She smothered a yawn and closed the laptop. Flopping to her back, she sighed. “That’s good until morning.”

“If you’re tired, I can go.” I didn’t make a move. I’d rather stay. “Or I can wait until you fall asleep.”

She rolled to her side and propped her hand on her head. “You’d do that? No sex?”

There was more between us than sex. More than a working relationship. I had to show her. “You don’t know how satisfying hearing you snore is.”

She laughed. “Nothing hotter.” Rolling into me, she tucked herself into my side.

“Want to get under the blankets?”

“No, I just need to mellow for a bit. I can’t believe all the work on Mom’s old place is done. That cabinet hardware took fifteen years off the kitchen.”

“You mean you can’t believe that your impulsive idea to give up your home to earn more of an income for the resort came to fruition?”

“It was impulsive. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

That was something a lot of people would say, but coming from her, she meant it more literally—and she was wrong. “No, I helped you get it done sooner. You had an idea, and we both expedited it.”

She shoved my shirt up and flattened her hand on my stomach. “We did.”

Her hand rose and fell with my breathing. I kept my arm around her, but my body noticed she was snug against me. Arousal pooled in my groin, and my erection grew, but I didn’t make a move on her.

Her fingers twitched against my skin, then she drifted her hand down. Her touch was hot over my jeans, but my dick felt it as if there was no denim or underwear in the way.

She rose to her knees. “I want to explore you.”

I clasped my hands behind my head. Did she need to feel in control? Was she having the same trouble as me in expressing herself? In admitting how perspectives had shifted?

Everything was still so uncertain for her, and while I was used to landing on my feet, she wasn’t. “Go ahead, boss. I’m all yours.”

Sheridan

He was my own buffet, spread before me all strong and relaxed. His hair was pushed off his forehead, but his dark eyes clocked every move I made. The power it gave me was unrivaled. I ignored the sense that this was a shift in the dynamic between us. That I was taking more control and needing less of a hand up from him. He was letting me do with him what I wanted, but perhaps he was powerless against his need to let me.

I slid his zipper down. His breath hitched, and god, why was that little move so powerful?

Tugging open his jeans, I freed his long, hard shaft. This was mine to do what I wanted with. The stress and rat race of the last few weeks had left me mentally and physically exhausted. I should get some sleep. Technically, it was the weekend—but I was covering the front desk for one of our part-timers at a family reunion.

Tonight was mine. I was sort of caught up, and I had Jasper at my disposal.

I pumped my hand up and down his shaft, eliciting a groan from him. My confidence grew even if I didn’t know what to do with all this man. Did I keep stroking him so I could rake my gaze over him? Or did I put my mouth on him? Did I ditch my pajama bottoms and climb on?

I wanted to do it all.

“I’m going to get your wallet out.” I dug into his back pocket.

“Have at it.” His voice was rough. “What’s mine is yours.”

I could read way into that, but he was talking about his body. His condoms. He might even let me take all his cash. He did not mean it in the eternal sense. I wasn’t going to blur the lines we’d marked between us.

I took out a condom and put his wallet on my pillow. Then I wrapped my fingers back around his cock. “I don’t know where to start.”

He twitched in my hold. “You’re doing just fine.”

I smiled and licked my lower lip. Fuck it. I scooted down and straddled his legs.