He looked up. “We should. This program has a ton of amazing potential.”
She knew that he was thinking about it in terms of potential for her professionally, but also for the kids they could reach. And specifically, Sophia.
That was it. They could slow down a little, but if he was going to be so amazing and jump into this passion project with her like this, he couldn’t expect to not get kissed for it.
She scooped Quilly up and tucked him into the pet carrier. The hedgehog immediately went to his soft sleeping bag and snuggled in. Then she pushed papers out of the way and crawled the few feet to where her husband sat.
She took the laptop out of his hands.
“What—”
She slid into his lap, straddling his thighs. She ran her hands up the back of his neck and threaded her fingers into his hair, holding his head as she looked at him. His hands settled on her hips.
“It just occurred to me that we’ve sat and talked and brainstormed about projects together so many times, but it’s never been anything as amazing as this. I can’t tell you how much your enthusiasm and support means to me.” She paused. “But I can show you.” She put her mouth against his and said softly, “It’s a huge turn on.”
Then she pressed her lips to his, tasting him for a long moment, before she lifted her head.
She could have just left it at that. A simple, lingering but sweet kiss to say thanks and hey I love talking to you like this. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted so much more from him.
And Fletcher seemed to need something. Something to show him that this was all worth celebrating. Yes, they were in the middle. It wasn’t perfect. But all of this was worth celebrating.
Or maybe she just wanted to distract him from feeling like he was failing Sophia.
Or hell, maybe she was just really horny.
Because now that she knew what sex with Fletcher could be like, she was definitely that.
Whatever her reasons, now that she was kissing him, she didn’t want to stop. For a very long time.
She wiggled closer, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her breasts against his chest. Her skirt had already hiked up around her hips and she was able to press her aching center against his fly. He was hard and the sensation ratcheted up her need. His fingers curled into her hips. She licked her tongue along his bottom lip and then changed the angle of her head. She opened her mouth, wanting so much more. She moved against his erection, but it wasn’t enough.
He still hadn’t opened his mouth though he was kissing her back now. His hands stayed on her hips and she felt like she couldn’t get close enough. She ran her hands down his back and then around to his sides, stroking up and down through the cotton of his shirt.
Needing more, needing something, she reached between them, rubbing her hand down the front of his fly.
That finally got a reaction. Fletcher swiftly grabbed her wrist, and before she could speak, he rolled them so that he was on top and she was underneath. He pinned her hands to the floor above her head and stared down at her, breathing hard.
Well, she wasn’t upset about this. But they weren’t kissing anymore. And her hand was not where she wanted it to be.
“Fletcher, I want you. Please.”
She opened her mouth to continue, fully willing to beg if needed, but just then Fletcher gave a soft growl and took her mouth in a deep kiss.
This time there was no holding still, no closed lips. He opened his mouth and swept his tongue into her mouth, drinking her in. Heat shot through her body, arrowing straight to her clit. She lifted her hips, needing to be closer, needing pressure and friction and heat.
Fletcher took both of her wrists in one hand over her head, while letting the other slide down her body. He lingered at her breast, kneading, then rubbing his thumb over her nipple. She wasn’t wearing a bra and the sensitive tip responded instantly, wanting more.
But his hand continued lower, to the hem of her skirt. He bunched it up to her waist, exposing her thighs and her panties. He ran his hand to her ass, squeezing gently, then to the side, slipping his fingers under the silk that crossed her hip. He brushed over her mound and then down to rub his middle finger over her clit.
She moaned and again tried to lift closer. Restlessly she parted her legs, encouraging him to keep going and to go so much farther.
But instead, his hand stopped and he lifted his head.
His breathing was ragged, his eyes hot as he looked down at her. His hand was still between her legs, his finger against her clit, but it wasn’t moving.
“Fletcher?”
He didn’t answer, but withdrew his hand and pushed back to kneel between her legs. His hot gaze tracked over her. He couldn’t see much. She was still mostly covered, but she was sure she looked willing. Her skirt was around her waist and she had one knee drawn up and splayed open.
He put his hand on her leg, stroking gently just above her knee. Even that much sent tingles racing through her.
“I need to know what you like. What you don’t like. What I can do to make this the best you’ve ever had.”
“Okay, I like when you kiss me. I like your hands on me. I really liked your hand where was just a second ago. I —”
“Show me.”
There was something in his tone that made her stop and swallow hard. And her belly heat. “Wha—what do you mean?”
“I can make you your favorite sandwich without asking a question. I could plan the perfect birthday party for you, and not give it a second thought. I could take you on a week-long vacation, even packing the bag for you, and not tell you where we were going and still get nearly every detail right. But we just started kissing yesterday. I don’t just want to know how to give you an orgasm. I want to know every inch of your body. I want to know exactly how you like to be touched, what you fantasize about...” He squeezed her knee. “I need to know those things.”
“This doesn’t have to be perfect to be amazing,” she assured him. “Just doing this with you is awesome. I know it will be good. I know that you will take care of me.”
Unfortunately, that seemed to be the opposite of what she should have said. He withdrew his hand and sat back on his heels, tucking his hands into his pockets.
“I will take care of you, Jordan. Which is why I need to know exactly how to do that.”
She wet her lips. “What does that mean?”
“It means, you’re going to tell me, and show me, how to take care of you.”
That was hot.
Not just the words. Though, those too. He wanted to know exactly how to do what she needed him to do and him wanting to get it all right was definitely sexy. But this was also a change in their relationship. Fletcher always knew what she needed. He prided himself on that. So much, that she often let him think he’d gotten it perfectly right when…he hadn’t quite.
Him asking her to tell him was new. She liked it.
God, he looked so good kneeling there, between her legs, fully dressed while she was rumpled on the floor in front of him. And he was being firm. He wasn’t budging on this.
She could always talk Fletcher into anything. She rarely had to ask more than once. But she could tell that this was non-negotiable.
“What you want me to do?” she finally asked. “Exactly.”
“You’re going to show me how you like your nipples touched. How hard I should pinch or suck.”