“Why did you lock the deadbolt too?” I ask. “This is the country, not the big city. You don’t need two locks. One lock on a door is enough. If they want to break in, a second lock isn’t going to stop them.”

She tries the deadbolt again and this time drops her key ring. I scoop them up and hand them to her.

“Your hands are trembling. Did I drive too fast?”

She lets out a nervous laugh. “No, I’m just in a hurry to get this damn door open,” she says, hitting the door in frustration with the palm of her hand.

I take the keys from her. “Let me do it. Otherwise, we’ll be standing here all day. You keep locking it back.”

She’s not the only one in a hurry to get the damn door open. I smoothly fit the key into the deadbolt and swing the door wide for her to walk through.

“After you,” I say.

She tosses the keys on the kitchen table and walks over to the refrigerator. Bending over at the waist, she peeks inside. “Do you want...” she starts to ask.

I walk up behind her and spin her around.

“Yes, I want.”

I’m fed up with holding back. I can’t keep my hands off her a minute longer, not with the way her curves are begging for my touch. I hold her face firmly between my hands and stare down into her beautiful eyes.

“I want you. If you’re going to tell me no, you had better say it now and you had better say it fast. Once you let me touch you, I might not be able to stop.”

Lila slides her hands behind my neck. “Then it’s a yes,” she says without hesitation.

Damn.

So much promise in one little word.

Reaching down, I slide one arm around her legs and the other around her shoulders. Picking her up easily, I head to the bedroom with her clinging tightly to my neck.

I’m kissing her hungrily before we make it to the bed. My mind is telling me to take it slow and easy. My cock is telling me to fuck her every way possible and then do it all over again until we’re both too exhausted to move.

I place her on the bed and cover her with my body. Her hands curl tightly in my hair and she parts her soft lips, opening her mouth to draw me in. My brain fogs over as I drink in her taste.

I’m almost frozen by indecision. I can’t decide where to touch first.

Too many choices.

Before this night is over, I want to touch and taste it all. As many times as she’ll let me.