Fuck, the girl knew exactly how to undo me.
She stepped forward till her tits were brushing at my chest, hiking up on her toes to steal a kiss.
The second her mouth met mine, I grabbed her by the hips, all too eager to give her one back. I kissed her sweet and slow, keeping it PG considering we had little eyes for an audience.
Still, Kallie giggled like it was the most scandalous thing she’d ever witnessed. “You give Momma too many kisses.”
I pulled back, fingers still burrowed in Shea’s hips. “What?” I teased, voice going deep with disbelief. “There’s no such thing as too many kisses.”
“Uh-huh,” Kallie countered.
I passed Shea a smile, before I released her and took two measured steps toward Kallie.
“What, like this?” I grabbed her by the face and peppered loud, smacking kisses all over her angel face.
Kallie squealed, thrashing limbs and quivering chest that rolled with rasping laughter. “Stop, Baz! Those are tickle kisses!”
“Can’t…stop,” I drew out between kisses, making her squeal more.
Kallie retaliated, tiny fingers latching onto my ears, and she scattered her own noisy kisses across my cheeks. She jerked back, mischief and joy swimming in her eyes. “Got you!”
Laughing lightly, I nudged her chin with my index finger. “You got me.”
Got me good.
Wasn’t ever going to be the same.
I turned my attention back to Shea and got tripped up by the adoration shining from her face.
Still didn’t understand how I got lucky enough to be on the receiving end of something that beautiful.
Easing toward her, my voice dropped as I wound an arm around her waist and pulled her to me. “How was your day?”
With a contented smile, she stared up at me, tired but totally at ease. “Busy, but good.”
I planted a few more kisses at the edge of that delicious mouth. “Good.”
“Hey,” Kallie objected through a huge grin.
With my mouth still running along Shea’s, I sent Kallie a mumbled, “Watch yourself, little woman.”
“Little Bug,” she corrected, and damn, my heart went a little crazy.
Haywire.
I was completely unaccustomed to all this good when I’d been existing for so long in the bad.
On a laugh, Shea untangled herself from my hold and finally took in her surroundings. She seemed quick to take note of the disaster that had befallen her kitchen. Other than Kallie? This room was basically her pride and joy.
She raised a brow at me, words a playful accusation. “And how was your day?”
“Busy, but good,” I shot back as I snagged her by the belt loops and gave her a good tug.
She smirked. “Looks like it.”
A new song came on, and Shea glanced at the radio. Until that piece of electronics and I met, I was pretty sure it had only known old country songs.
Shea’s attention darted to Kallie who again started wiggling around on the island.
Shea cut her eyes back to me. A look of mock horror stretched across her face. “What in the world are you letting my daughter listen to?”
I tossed her horrified expression right back, though mine probably didn’t come across quite as feigned.
“What? Thought I’d start Kallie here off on some of the classics.” I lifted a shoulder. “The Rolling Stones. Led Zeppelin. You know, ease her in slow. Then maybe move on to some old school punk, get her primed before I introduce her to the real stuff.”
So maybe I thought the kid needed a little variety in her musical tastes.
Dismay widened Shea’s eyes. “And the real stuff would be?”
I scowled a little, playing with her, just a little prod. “I don’t know…I might know of a couple bands I could introduce her to.”