She nodded and touched his mouth with trembling fingers. 

“I wanted somebody to call me pretty and really mean it, and not make me feel less than because my hips were more than… you know what I mean?”

“You’re gorgeous,” he said in a quiet rasp.  “I haven’t slept since I met you… that’s what started the home improvement project.  You should have seen it before.”

He stepped nearer but not enough to crowd her if she didn’t want that from him.  She closed her eyes and turned her face away, making his truth spill out in a rush.

“I’m not lying, girl, it was a mess.  Not a contractor’s mess, but filthy.  But after I met you and waited up all night for you to call… I was losing it.  I needed to do something with my hands.”

“Are you serious?”  She stared up at him.

“Yeah,” he said swallow a breath.  “I can’t explain it, but I did.”

Her hand touched the center of his chest.  “I stayed up half the night exercising… because…” she looked down, but he lifted her chin with his finger.

“Because two years all of a sudden kicked my ass just thinking about you.”

His mouth found her lips already parted.  The taste of his mouth and the feel of his body slowly pressing harder against hers pulled a moan up and out of her that he quickly swallowed.  Long, graceful yet masculine, fingers tangled in her hair pulling out the ponytail scrunchy, and for the first time in years her hands burned across broad shoulders, up a muscular back, to rest for a moment against shoulder blades that were covered in ropes of sinew.

Hard, pebbled nipples grazed hers, just as a lean torso rubbed against her belly.  A tightly muscled thigh parted hers, stealing her breath, and then the hard press of his length ground against her swollen mound.  Soft fabrics allowed her to feel every ridge till she cried out.  That whimper tightened his embrace, deepened his kiss, and made his breaths more ragged. 

Soon her flat palms were fists holding his shirt, her pelvis rocking to find that ridge along his shaft that gave rise to his head.  Knowing what she craved, he dipped low, held her by her waist, his face searing her cheek as her demanding thrusts turned his leisurely, slow grind into a more urgent dance.

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