obvious.
She kept her back to him as she ran water in the sink to do the dishes. It was now or never. If he didn't take this moment with her guard somewhat down, she would wall up again before he had a chance to convince her that she wanted him too. A couple of cautious steps across the kitchen brought him up to her. Andy tilted her head to the side, but didn't turn around. His hands itched to touch, to cup, to soothe all her womanly curves. He swallowed hard, hoping this was the right course.
His hands slid around her hips, holding her firmly in front of him. His body hardened, his desire pulling at what little reins he had left. So far so good. She didn't push him away. One booted step forward and the front of his jeans were brushing her rear. Oh sweet Lord! He closed his eyes to savor the jolt of excitement. In response to his front against her back, Andy slowly straightened, but that was hardly without casualties. Now her back was brushing his chest and Matt sucked in a breath.
They stood there touching, brushing and trying to find some control. Never had he ever felt like this. It was almost beyond explanation and description. She was meant to be his. It was as clear as the sun in the daytime and the stars at night. Possession so fiercely sprang through his blood; the likes of which scared him slightly. He had no idea how to handle that last bit so he tucked it away for future reflection. He didn't dare walk forward and he didn't want to step back. He simply waited. She would tell him what she wanted.
For what seemed a full ten minutes, Andy filled the sink, poured dish soap in and then put the dirty dishes in to wash. She didn't move her body other than her hands. Her small fingers covered in suds, she relaxed hesitantly into him. Hard, muscled frame matched her curves nicely. Matt smiled, warm and brilliant at her trust in him. He promised himself at that moment, he would fight tooth and nail to keep it.
"I have an idea." His breath brushed the brown tendrils at her nape and he found pleasure in making her shiver. The pregnant pause only increased the suspense. "Come with me to the roundup." He might as well have been asking her to come to the moon with him. He refrained from mentioning his family and his home...for now.
"I am not sure I can get the time off work, but I will think about it."
He grinned as he placed his lips just behind her ear. Her voice was breathless and sexy as anything he had ever heard. It revved him up! Andy tilted her head to the side and slightly back to meet his eye.
"You do that." He gave her his you-want-me-and-you-know-it grin. "Now may I do the dishes?" It clearly wasn't what she had anticipated hearing and he chuckled, nuzzling her neck. Swiftly closing her mouth, she stepped to the side and back. Indicating he should do as he pleased, she escaped to the safety of the living room.
Chapter Five
The next five days were structured with a strangely satisfying schedule. Andy dropped Harper off with Rachel and went to work as a hospitality clerk at Happy Trails Inn. She would check people into their rooms, take reservations, and welcome travelers to Rapid City, South Dakota. For the most part she liked her job. Meeting new people had always been a highlight. Even as reserved as she was with people that knew her, she could relax with those she wouldn't see again after they left the hotel.
She would pick Harper up from Rachel's after her shift and head back to their apartment, where Andy tried to keep up with the ever mounting laundry and house work. She never could get it all done. Then around dinner time, Matt would come to spend the evening. He had since gone back to his house he shared with his brother, Garrett. It had become quite a comfortable routine. Sometimes she would cook, other times he would bring take-out, and always they would sit and talk about their day, playing with Harper before her bedtime.
She tried not to look at it too closely. This was a relationship of very