“It was fun. I was telling Tiffany about it. Maybe the four of us could go there this summer.”
Kylie nodded, although she doubted it.
“Is everyone ready to go?” Chance asked. “We don’t want to be late for the movie.”
Marcus and Tiffany rushed out the door leaving their parents alone in the foyer. Chance turned to her. “I meant what I said earlier, Kylie. You look nice in that pantsuit. That color looks good on you. But I think any color looks good on you.”
“Thanks.” She had decided to wear a lime-green linen pantsuit and instead of pinning her braids up she let them tumble about her shoulders.
She stared at the floor for a second and then glanced back up at him. “You look nice, too.” She decided not to tell him that she’d always thought he looked suave in a suit, but sexy as hell in a pair of jeans.
“Thanks. Are you ready to go?”
“Yes.”
“And, Kylie, no matter what’s going on with us, let’s make sure the kids have a good time tonight, all right?”
“All right.”
They then walked out the door to join their kids in the SUV.
THEY SAW THE NEW HARRY Potter movie.
Kylie was certain it had been a good movie but she hadn’t fully concentrated on what was happening on the big screen. Instead her concentration had been on the man who had sat next to her. They had barely exchanged a single word but all during the movie she could feel the weight of his heavy stare. More than once she had glanced his way in the semidarkened theater to find him watching her.
Too often she had been tempted to reach out and slip her hand in his, filled with an intense desire to touch him, to feel his heat. It didn’t take much for her to remember that heat, how he had consumed her with it whenever he touched her, kissed her or made love to her.
“Wasn’t the movie awesome, Mom?” Tiffany said with enthusiasm in her voice as they left the theater and walked through the parking lot back to Chance’s truck.
“Yes, it was nice.”
Then Marcus and Tiffany got into conversations about all their favorite scenes and left Kylie and Chance to do nothing but remain silent. He didn’t seem inclined to make idle chatter and neither did she. He opened the truck door for her and when their hands brushed she felt him tense the exact moment she did.
“Can we stop for ice cream?” Tiffany asked when everyone was inside the truck and buckled up.
“No,” Kylie and Chance called out simultaneously, and then glanced over at each other. Chance cleared his throat and said in a more subdued voice. “I’m going out of town on Monday and there’s a lot I need to do to get prepared for the trip.”
“And I need to look over my accounting books tonight,” Kylie added.
Both Chance and Kylie heard the disappointment in Tiffany’s and Marcus’s voices but decided that a movie had been enough. There was no way they could sit across from each other and eat ice cream without remembering what had happened the last time they’d done so. It had been the cause of their “lick me all over” party.
All it took was a memory—of Chance stripping her naked in her kitchen, licking sticky caramel sauce off her body—and Kylie’s palms started to tingle. Her breasts suddenly felt heavy, her nipples tight, and erotic sensations built up inside of her, settling right smack between her legs. She forced a deep breath of air into her lungs thinking that this was definitely not the time nor the place for arousal.
She glanced over at Chance, and as if he felt her gaze on him, he turned to her. From the heated look in his eyes she could tell he, too, was remembering what they’d done that Sunday afternoon in her kitchen.
Kylie settled back in her seat. This was going to be one long and extremely hot ride home.
IT WAS TIME FOR PLAN B.