I catch his gaze. “You won’t ever have to go back.”
When I getto Keo’s, she comes to the door in an oversized yellow sweater and a black skirt that hugs her hips and flares above her knee, revealing lean calves and bare toes painted a bright pink today. Lasttime I was here they were red, and even though it makes little sense, the image of her painting them to match her mood is like gasoline to the desire building inside me. Or maybe it’s the skirt. Likely, it’s all the little things I’m growing attached to—her kindness, her creativity, her laugh, her sassy confidence. She’s also nurturing and protective of her children, even of Colton, a boy she barely knows, and that soothes an ache I’ve been carrying for a long time.
I need to tell her that I want more of her. That I wantusto be more.
“Hi.” It comes out a little breathy. The way her pretty eyes drink me in is addicting. It’s like she’s undressing me slowly and liking what she sees.
I step in and close the door with my heel, then take her face in my hands and kiss her.
She sighs into my mouth, like she’s been waiting all week for this kiss. Our lips embrace, and then our tongues are flicking, teasing. I try to go slow, savor every playful swirl of her tongue and the way her scent is layered with whatever she’s cooking, but being with her is like the anticipation of quenching a long thirst. She grabs my waist, her touch grounding me while at the same time, turning my craving for her bare skin on mine into something carnal.
As if reading my mind, she pulls my shirttails from my jeans and glides her fingers beneath, her touch at once tender and eager. It’s too much and not enough all at once, and all my patience snaps.
“Can dinner wait a little?” I ask her because talking is going to have to wait.
“Yeah, why?”
In one motion, I bend down and fold her over my shoulder.
She shrieks, but I’m already marching for the stairs. My aching hip gives a tight throb but I ignore it. Nothing is going to keep me from devouring this woman. Right fucking now.
“What are you doing?” She laughs, squirming against me as I climb.
“It’ll be more fun if I show you.”
She gives my butt a playful swat. “I thought you said?—”
“Dessert? We’ll have that too.”
I turn into her room and fold her carefully onto the middle of the bed. Her eyes light up as I unbutton my shirt and yank it off, then reach for my belt.
“Someone showed up hungry,” she says with an adorable giggle.
My laughter rises up through me, quick and full. I haven’t felt this free in…well, a very long time. “It’s your fault.” I shuck out of my jeans and crawl onto the bed.
Her smile turns playful. “How so?”
I lift her bare foot and press a soft kiss to the hollow behind her ankle bone. Her skin is so smooth here, so soft. “Because you always smell so good. Because of the way you smile at me.”
She cocks her head. “How do I smile? I want to make sure I keep doing it.”
“Like you want me.”
Her gaze smolders with lust. “It’s kind of a problem, actually.”
I kiss her kneecap while caressing the top of her thigh, rumpling the hem of her skirt as I go. “Why’s that?”
“Because I want you all the time.”
I can’t help my grin. “I don’t see that as a problem.” I take a moment to appreciate her black panties, stroking up one thigh and across her belly, the satin warm from her body, then fluttering my thumb over her pussy, where she’s already wet.
She rolls her bottom lip between her teeth. “It is when you’re not here.”
I hum my understanding as I slide her skirt and panties off and drop them to the floor, then tug her to the edge of the bed and get on my knees. “I’m here now.”
She gives a sexy little groan. “Thank goodness.”
With another laugh, I caress her open with my thumbs, following with one slow stroke of my tongue.