Free Goodbye to You by Aj Matthews Page B

hand wash the plates and glasses, and make a mad dash for the door.
     

     
    “Mmmmmm. Uh-huh. Oh!”
    I’m on the floor in front of Shay’s futon as his magic hands massage the knot out of my neck I’d gotten from sleeping at a funny angle earlier.
    “Tell me.” His hands still. “Or no more neck rub.”
    I gasp, my hand flying to my chest. “Blackmailer!”
    He holds his hands up. “Doing what I must for the information I want.”
    “Hrumph.” I mock-pout but tell him. “I was in the bathroom, and the water was running. I thought I heard the door creak open. If I’d known it was your mom, I’d have climbed in the shower and hidden.”
    “But instead . . .”
    “Instead, I went in your wardrobe and threw on one of your dress shirts but left it unbuttoned, trying to be sexy. I’m sauntering to the bedroom door, calling out, ‘Come ‘n get it, cowboy.’” My face burns at the memory.
    He’s laughing so hard he might cry. “Did you really say ‘cowboy’?”
    I nod, unable to speak. I’m so mortified.
    He wiggles his fingers, gesturing for more.
    “Then your mom comes through the door and we both stop dead. She eyes me from head to toe, suspiciously, of course.”
    “And all you had on is my shirt?”
    “Yes,” I squeak.
    “She found out you’re a natural blond, at least.” He chokes on his laughter.
    I grab the pillow lying on the floor and whack him a few times.
    “Ow. Ow. OWWWW!” He throws his arms up in self-defense and grabs the pillow from me before clutching my wrists behind my back.
    His hazel eyes glitter with mirth. I am not amused.
    We’re kneeling on the floor, and his warm body presses to mine, my chest making direct contact with his.
    What was I talking about? My mind goes blank, and my lungs constrict.
    He releases my hands and yanks off his shirt. He’s so hot. I’d already seen him naked, or nearly so, a couple times, but I marvel all the same. The finely sculpted muscles of his chest, framed by sinewy arms, transition into a hard abdomen. The smattering of dark hair dusting his chest tapers to a fine point and disappears into the waist of his shorts.
    Treasure trail, indeed.
    He reaches to undo his shorts, sliding them from his slim hips.
    If perfection is possible, I found it.
     

     
    I bolt to the bedroom to grab a condom.
    I return and kneel in front of her again, pressing my palms against her creamy cheeks dotted with a sweet pink flush. The deluge we were caught in earlier did not wash away the raspberries.
    I want to eat her up.
    Her forehead is warm under my lips, and her sigh tickles my ear as I move to brush a kiss into the crook of her neck.
    My fingers weave into her silky hair. I need to taste her.
    I press my open mouth to hers, my tongue plunging inside to drink in her sweetness. Her groans mingle with my own.
    I touch her back, stroking and squeezing. Her whole body trembles against mine.
    I slide my hands between us, one thumb brushing a pebbled nipple. She gasps and I swallow the sound. A single thought crosses my mind.
    I’d do anything to make this moment last forever.
    She offers me her neck, so I bury my nose there and inhale her fruitiness. Her delicate hands leave a trail of scorch marks on my arms and back.
    I suck on the sensitive skin of her neck then lick the red spot. She’s sweet and salty and irresistible.
    The shadowed crevice of her cleavage beckons and my tongue traces a path downward. I pull back and tug her shirt off before dropping a kiss on the top of each breast above the silky pink fabric of her bra. Her hands move to my head, gripping my hair and encouraging me.
    I capture a nipple through the thin material and suck until the bud hardens against my tongue.
    Her sharp gasp echoes through the room.
    I continue teasing the peak, swirling my tongue around before repeating on the other side.
    Thea moans and tugs at my hair, pushing my head lower.
    I lay her back on the worn area rug and kneel between her legs, kissing her rounded