“Then we’ll eventually have to move things to the bedroom,” he stated unequivocally.
Lace blinked at his broad shoulders as he marched his fine ass across the final green.
Since when did sexeverlast longer than a half hour?
Like never?
Lace followed Vince closely while she thought on that.
Most of Lace’s encounters in the past hadn’t even topped ten minutes. For which she had to admit she was more often than not, thankful. Once you found you’d invited a dud between your sheets, things couldn’t wrap up fast enough.
Why did Lace already know that wouldn’t be the case with Vince?
Oh. Maybebecause he kissed like a man possessed. Or maybe because the dry humping they’d done had been more titillating than any full-blown penetration she’deverhad in the past.
Nerves hit Lace again.
What if Vince found her lacking?
What if she didn’t measure up to his previous bed-partners?
What if?—
“Did I lose you, Lace?” Vince’s voice snapped her back to reality as he regarded her with a quirk to his lips.
Shit.
“Huh?” she returned, hoping he’d repeat himself.
He grinned, knowingly. “I asked if you wanted to clean your hands off with some sanitizer.” He held out the bottle.
When had he opened to the door to his truck?
Crap.For that matter, when had theyarrivedback at his truck?
“Uh, sure.” She held out her palms for a squirt, rubbed them together, then tore paper off the roll he held out to dab off the rest of the dirt.
Vince had done the same, ditching the dirty paper into a trash bag in back, then losing the wet towel he’d soaked through, also tossing it into the bed of his vehicle. He pointed to a container inside, near the tailgate, that Lace knew held more towels.
“Since I’m still mostly crappy, and your hands are clean, can you grab a couple of those? You can hold them up for me so I can strip out of my boxers.”
Lace’s cheeks grew red, thinking of Vince peeling the wet cloth from his muscled thighs, tugging it down his lightly furred legs, then kicking it away.
Uh, hell yes.
Lace walked to the rear of the truck and went up on her tiptoes, but was unable to reach her objective. Huffing, she climbed onto the back bumper, leaned over, and was able to just get her hands on the plastic lid. She lifted it up and took out two towels.
“Will this do?” she asked, her voice catching in her throat as she got down, imagining what she was about to see.
Vince nodded. “Definitely. One to wrap around my hips, the other to lay across the seat.”
“Got it.” She tossed the first over her shoulder, and unfolded the second, hesitating with it to see just how he wanted to accomplish his move.
Vince chuckled, a twinkle appearing in his eyes to show how much he was starting to enjoy himself.
“I’m going to lean up against the truck so my ass isn’t hanging out for anyone walking by to see, then you’re going to hold the towel in front of me. After I shed my boxers, I’ll walk forward so I’m covered.”
“Okay.” Lace’s mouth had gone dry.