They made small talk while they ate. When they finished, she sat back. He could see lines around her mouth and eyes. “You’re tired.”
“I’ve been up since five. I usually nap when they do, but I’ll be okay as soon as the calories kick in.”
“No, way. You’re going to nap right now.”
“I want to see you.” The protest was weak, though. “Besides, I should clean up the girls’ chairs and trays. They make such a mess.”
“Nope, I’ll do it. I got to sleep in.” He stood and held out his hand. “Come on, I’ll tuck you in, too. Then I’ll do this.”
“You don’t mind letting yourself out?”
“Nah.”
They held hands all the way to the bedroom. She was so tired she didn’t even realize she shucked her shorts off in front of him, then climbed under the sheet. He got a peek of red lace panties.
Leaning over, he kissed her head.
She closed her eyes and was out cold in seconds. Oliver picked up the monitor she’d set on the nightstand and walked out. He closed the door. After cleaning everything up outside, he came back into the living room, turned on a ball game and made himself at home on the couch.
* * *
Anabelle awoke. She stretched lazily, then when clear-headedness returned, she bolted up. Her heart thudded in her chest. Oh my God, Oh my God, the door was closed. She got off the bed and opened it; the twins’ door was shut too. She checked her watch. They’d only been asleep an hour. She stuffed her feet into her shorts and headed out to the living room.
Where she found Oliver, watching sports with the monitor in his hand. She walked further inside and stood in front of the TV.
“Look at you all sleep-tousled and sexy.”
She chuckled and dropped down next to him. “Explain.”
“You were dead on your feet when we brought the twins in. I ushered you to bed, took this” he held up the monitor “and came out here.”
“It was nice of you to wait.”
He turned toward her on the couch and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear again. “You only slept an hour.”
She grasped his hand and kissed it.
“Hmm. More.”
Leaning in, she pressed her mouth to his. Opened his lips and explored him with her tongue. He grasped onto her. The kiss went on. When she drew back, he whispered, “I want to touch you with some degree of intimacy.” She felt his breath in her ear. “I’ve been having fantasies while you slept.”
“You were watching the game.”
“What game?” His hands went to her top. He pushed it up and released the clasp of a very sexy white lace bra. She spilled into his hands. Her skin felt like watery silk. He lost no time in kissing the swell of her breast, then the side and finally his lips closed over a nipple. When he began to suck she bucked forward.
“Hurt?”
“No wonderful.”
He went back to the very delightful task. She made all kinds of lovely noises…hmm. Oh wow. Yes. This feels so good. When he leaned back, she asked, “Can I touch you? Intimately.”
“Not on the inside of my clothes. I’ll go off in a second.” He took her hand, placed it on his groin. And pressed gently. “Ahh.” He went back to her breast. Suckled. She moaned and pressed harder.
“Ahhh.”
After a bit, she pulled away. “This is on the verge of getting to the point of no return.”
It took Herculean effort to say, “We’re not ready for that.”