She nodded, clearly confident in her decision. “I’d like that.”
Lowering his arms, he reached around behind her tight ass and hauled her up against him. Then he lifted her up off the ground and threw her over his shoulder. Sloane shrieked.
“What the hell? What are you doing? I’m too tall for this!”
Her hair dangled down over his back and she attempted to swat at his ass.
“You are not too tall for anything.” He started walking in the direction of the bedroom. He knew the layout well since he’d owned the building for two years. Sloane felt light and leggy in his hold. It wasn’t a huge effort on his part to carry her. He’d done a lot of time in the gym and Sloane was thin. “You don’t want conversation. I don’t want complaining.”
That earned him a whack on his ass.
Rick grinned. “I would watch where you smack me if I were you. Turnabout is fair play.”
She sounded more turned on than indignant. “So what does that mean? I get to throw you over my shoulder?”
That made him laugh. “If you can do that, I will sign you up for American Ninja Warrior.”
With that he strode into her bedroom and dropped her sexy little ass on her bed.
She gave him a smirk. “Like I said my flirtation skills are rusty but what popped into my head is that you are a wall I’d like to climb.”
Rick didn’t think she’d forgotten how to drive a man crazy. “On a scale of one to ten I give you a six for that one.”
“A six?” she asked, sounding indignant as she leaned back on her elbows and tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Why? And what is with you and your one to ten scales?”
“You get a six because you’re sexy as hell but that was almost as corny as my lines.”
“Then we’re back to no talking, you Magic Mike wannabe. So shut up and kiss me.”
“I can do that.”
The question was where did he kiss her first?
* * *
Sloane couldn’t believe Rick had been capable of carrying her like that. It was not an easy position to throw a woman into, plus she was leggy. His arm strength was seriously sexy. She had been bouncing a little, but not uncomfortably so. It was just odd, and intimate.
And yet… she liked it. It was very alpha. Very masculine. Very boy meets girl, boy wants girl. Boy captures girl.
Her marriage had been nothing like that.
So when Rick brought her down onto her bed with a slight bounce and moved over her, she felt a little shiver of anticipation.
This was good stuff.
She would not call herself shy or insecure for the most part. But holy hell, it had been ten years since she’d kissed another man and that was about nine and a half years too long. Kissing Rick was eye-opening. And awe-inspiring.
Then when he’d thrown her over his shoulder?
Forget it. She had almost had an orgasm on the spot.
Manly. That’s what he was and what she had been missing from her life.
When you marry your gay best friend without realizing it, the chemistry is off. To say the least.
Now in the darkened room Rick was unzipping his work uniform down to the waist. He reached over and flicked on her bedside lamp, giving her a look that made her nipples harden.
“I want to see you, Sloane.”