“Why are you crying?” I ask, my lips grazing her ear.
“I don’t know,” she says and sniffles. She begins to calm down, but I can’t let go.
We stand toe-to-toe wrapped in each other’s arms, neither of us making an attempt to move. My breathing is in tune with hers, and I don’t want to let her go. “It’s my turn,” I whisper in her ear, letting my lips linger.
She shivers in my arms and says, “Your turn for what?”
“To thank you.”
She pushes herself away a little and looks into my eyes. “You don’t need to thank me.”
I drop my hands so they’re resting on her hips. She doesn’t move. “You saved my son. You gave him a chance at life. And you saved me.” I bring her close so our noses are touching. “Thank you,” I say against her lips. She inhales deeply and stiffens in my arms. “I’m going to kiss you now.” I promised her I’d warn her the next time I kissed her, but I still don’t give her the option to back away.
I softly place my lips on hers, pulling her tighter against my body. This time, she doesn’t push me away. She relaxes into me, leaning into my hips. She parts her lips and allows my tongue to intertwine with hers. Her fingers are linked behind my neck, and she moans quietly into my mouth. I lift her onto the bar stool and part her legs. I press myself against her and she moans again.
“Wait,” she pants against my lips. “What are we doing?”
I ignore her words and claim her mouth once again. I want her. I need her. I want to bury myself deep inside her and make her mine.
Her hands leave my neck and lightly push on my chest. She pulls away and sighs. “Wow,” she says and covers her lips with her fingers.
Her face and chest are flushed, and she looks at me with heavy eyes.
“I’m not apologizing this time. You wanted that as much as I did,” I say through a huge grin. She can’t help but blush, and her smile makes me rigid in my pants.
She nods and turns her head away, embarrassed. I place my hands on her thighs and swirl my thumbs on the insides of her legs. Her breath hitches and she squirms a little on the stool.
She throws her arms back around my neck, grabbing the back of my head. She pulls me toward her lips and this time she kisses me. Hard. Her breasts are pressed against me and her kiss is urgent. Needy.
Kai’s monitor rumbles in my back pocket with his cries.
“Shit,” she says against my lips with a smile.
“Yeah,” I say, and Kai’s crying continues. “He’s hungry. It’s time for dinner.” I’m reluctant to pull away from her. I’m rock hard and ready to explode against her. “Can you get him?” I ask. I look down between us and say, “I’m not exactly decent.”
She blushes again and kisses me lightly before she gets up. “Of course.” She slides off the stool, and I watch her walk toward the stairs. She looks over her shoulder and smiles as she sensually saunters away. I take a deep breath and try to think of anything besides being buried deep inside her.
I open the refrigerator and take out Kai’s baby food jars. I open the jar of pureed peas and inhale deeply. I gag from the smell and my hard-on deflates. Crisis averted.
I prepare his food and line it up on the counter near his high chair. Peas, rice cereal and formula. I make sure to grab a roll of paper towels because he’s a complete slob when he eats. I should never have taught him how to blow raspberries because it’s all he does with his food.
After several minutes, Sam appears with Kai, and he’s giggling and talking baby nonsense. He points to me and drools. Seeing him in her arms brings me a harsh dose of reality. Soon she’ll be gone, and the unconventional family that we’ve formed over the past six months will be no longer.
I have one goal tonight after the band leaves, and I intend to make it happen. When she moves out and goes back to work, she’s going to need a reason to come back to see us.
Tonight, I plan on giving her multiple reasons.