It took me a moment to release her, to step back when all I really wanted to do was back her up against the bookshelf and slide my hands over her body and feel her pussy wrapped around my cock.
But I got little Sammy under control and forced myself to focus on the present.
“I look through the window, and you’re acting like you’re in the circus, balancing on a tightrope!”
Her eyes bugged out at my anger. Granted, I didn’t have much reason to be pissed about anything.
Alright, I didn’t have a leg to stand on.
It had been over a week, and I hadn’t so much as stopped in to talk to her. Frankly, I’d purposely ignored her, not wanting to make the situation even worse.
“I was working!”
“You shouldn’t be on a ladder with no one around. What if you fell and hurt yourself?”
She scoffed at that. “The only reason I would fall is ifsomeonestormed into the shop and scared the shit out of me!”
“You could have fallen!”
“I was doing just fine,” she retorted. “I do this stuff all the time.”
The confession made my heart skip a beat for all the wrong reasons. The thought of her getting on ladders, holding drills, doing all the things a man should do just didn’t sit right with me.
“Well, you shouldn’t.” Snatching the drill out of her hands, I ignored her gasp of protest. “Just tell me what you need done, and I’ll take care of it.”
“Excuse me,” she said, yanking the drill out of my hand. “I can do this without your help.”
“I’ll help you,” I gritted my teeth, tearing the drill back out of her hands.
“Why are you being like this? I don’t need your help!”
In truth, I had no clue why I was reacting like this. The only thing I was positive about was that when I saw her on the ladder, all I wanted to do was rush in here and make sure she didn’t hurt herself.
“Just tell me what you need done.”
Nostrils flaring, hands on her hips, anger brimming in her eyes…Fuck it.
I tossed the drill to the floor and slammed my lips down on hers, wrapping my hands around the curves of her waist. Her back hit the bookshelf, and then her leg wrapped around my waist, tugging me closer to her.
Groaning, I tore my lips from hers, sliding my tongue down her neck as my hands trailed over her luscious body. Fuck, every inch of her was so fucking sweet. From the skirt she wore to thetop that was tied at the waist, I wanted to tear it all from her body and see that creamy skin underneath that tempted me into doing the stupidest things.
“Windows,” she gasped as I suckled at the base of her throat.
Grabbing her ass, I hauled her into my arms and carried her into the back room, barely kicking the door shut before I had her pressed against it again. Tearing her shirt open, buttons flew around the room, but none of that mattered as my tongue slid over her perfect skin, laving at her nipple poking through her bra.
“Fuck,” I groaned, ripping the cup down. Sucking the pebbled bud into my mouth, I hissed as she speared her fingers through my hair and yanked hard, nearly pulling out the strands.
“Sam,” she gasped, her body jerking beneath my touch.
My tongue trailed down her belly, sliding along the waistband of her skirt. My fingers itched to touch her skin, to part her legs and feel her slick pussy.
To taste her.
Grasping her skirt, I tugged it up and shoved my nose against her panties. Fuck, her scent was intoxicating. I nipped at her, chuckling when she spasmed against me.
“Put your leg around my shoulder,” I ordered as my fingers slipped beneath the band of her panties.
As soon as her leg was on my shoulder, I tore the material, staring at the slick pussy waiting for me with only a small thatch of curls for me to bury my face in.