“Mmm.” Football forgotten, he pulled her over the back of the couch and onto his lap. The sight of her in a sheer, pink negligee made his pulse quicken, and blood rushed from his brain to another part of his body.
“What do you think?” she asked, gesturing to her outfit.
“I like it, but I like what’s in it best of all.”
MJ smiled coyly, and moved closer to him, squirming in his lap as she positioned her body so that her breasts pressed against his chest.
He reached for her and held her tight, caressing her arms and back as he explored her exposed skin. His hands cupped her face as he leaned in to kiss her, stroking the seam of her lips with his tongue until she opened for him. He could taste minty toothpaste and something unique that he associated with her. They kissed deeply, exchanging breaths. She moaned, and he loved the sound of it. Stroking her face with his thumbs, Rob planted kisses on her nose and closed eyes. She relaxed in his arms and sighed.
He was hard as a rock, and her position on his lap made him want to take her and make her his own. His hands dropped to her rear, and he rubbed against her, knowing she could feel his erection up against her most intimate parts. God, he wanted her. He could feel heat and moisture against the bulge in his jeans.
His hands moved to her breasts, and he played with her nipples beneath the sheer fabric of her clothing. He wanted to taste them. He slowly pushed her body where he could access her firm breasts and opened the front of her negligee to free them. He lowered his head to suck.
MJ moaned, and he groaned in return. He licked at one, and then the other. She wiggled on his lap, trying to position herself as if to exert more pressure on her clit. He reached over and rubbed that area, and in a few moments, her body reacted with an orgasm.
“Wow,” she said, her voice strained and her breathing heavy. “I can’t believe, that is, I didn’t expect—”
He kissed her gently. “You’re so beautiful, Mary Jane. I love seeing you lose control.”
She blushed a deep rosy color.
He patted her breasts and put them back inside her nightie.
“Don’t you…?”
He smiled. “No quid pro quo. Tonight, it’s about you.”
Her face turned into a thundercloud. “I thought we could make love tonight.”
“It’ll happen, honey. We’ll get there. I want to take it slow. You’re worth waiting for. I know what I want with you, and it’s more than just sleeping together. We need to spend time together and get to know each other. When we make love, it’ll be more than sleeping together. It’ll be a declaration of how we feel about each other.”
“Are you sure?” She gestured at his penis, still bulging against his zipper.
“Yeah.” He laughed. “Call me crazy, but I’m sure. Now let’s turn in. The alarm company is coming around eight o’clock to install your new security system. We have to be up and dressed by then.”
He leaned in and kissed her. “Time for bed.” He flipped off the unwatched football game without even checking the score. Yep. He had it bad. Turning down sex and not caring about the game was definitely new. He looked forward to the day when he and MJ could sleep curled up together every night.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Just before zero six hundred, Rob slid into yesterday’s jeans and took Maverick out on a leash. He still wanted to make sure the dog didn’t get into anything their intruder might have left. Maverick went straight for the bush in the back of the yard, sniffing the ground and following the scent back to the fence. He stood on his back legs and barked.
“Shh, Maverick. We don’t want to wake the whole neighborhood.”
The Malinois gave a small “woof” this time.
“What do you smell, boy?” He wished Maverick could talk. Had their intruder been back? He studied the ground, looking for footprints. Nothing. Maybe the person who’d tried to feed Maverick rat poison thought he’d succeeded. He shook his head and pulled his four-footed buddy away from the fence.
“Go do your thing, boy.”
Maverick looked up at him before heading toward a tree close to the house which he soon marked. He sniffed around the patio, marking the pile he’d left last night. “Good boy. Are you done?” The dog headed toward the driveway, sniffing and peeing his way to the front yard where he doused a large oak tree for good measure.
“That’s right, Maverick, mark your territory.” Rob laughed. He checked the front porch for the newspaper and stuffed it under one arm. Once Maverick had sniffed and marked a bush near the front porch, they headed back toward the kitchen door.
Once inside, Rob rewarded him with a treat and a pat. He refilled the dog’s water and food bowls and made coffee. A bleary-eyed MJ, hair sexily mussed, shuffled into the kitchen as he was sipping a cup of coffee and reading the paper. She slid down in the chair across from him and glowered through half-closed eyes.
“You’re awfully chipper, even though it isn’t even seven o’clock yet,” she observed with a scowl. She let out a huge yawn.
“I got used to getting up early in the service. Sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have scheduled the alarm company so early. I forgot that not everybody bounces out of bed as easily.” He winked.
“I’ll be fine after a cup of coffee.” She started to get up, but he stopped her.
“I’ll get it for you, sweetheart. Do you want something
