Asher shrugged. “I don’t know. He hugged her and they talked for a few minutes and she left. Asshole had to slink back in here to get his guitar. Wouldn’t look at me.” He wound his hand in her hair. “Just want a little peace, you know?”
“Yeah. I know.” She couldn’t blame him. She wanted a little peace, too. She felt like she was close, but then the nervous part of her showed up and tore down that carefully structured peace wall brick by brick.
They watched each other, silence blanketing the house save for the crickets sawing away outside. Gloria tipped her chin and kissed him, and he kissed her back, allowing her to push him down on the couch. She lay over the top of him, kicking off her sandals as she settled, her hips over his hips, her breasts on his chest, her hands on his shoulders, her mouth sealed over his.
He shoved both hands into her hair and held her head, turning her face gently as he made out with her and then kissed a trail from her chin to her neck. She squirmed against him. The part of her and the part of him that fit best together did most of the moving, the rhythm and insistence conveying exactly what they’d rather be doing.
Rather than tear at each other’s clothes, they continued to kiss and hold each other, rub and play and smile against each other’s mouths. They did some heavy petting, Gloria rubbing a palm over the thick ridge of the erection pressing against his fly. She swallowed his groan to keep Hawk from overhearing. Asher thumbed her nipple over her bra and shirt and he returned the favor by keeping his lips to hers when she whimpered.
The last time she’d made out like a teenager, she had been a teenager. She’d since forgotten how exciting, how thrilling, how mind-blowing it was just to hang out around second base for a while. Asher kissed her until his stubble left a burn on her neck and along her lips. He held her hips tight in both palms and ground against her until she was panting.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Please what?” he whispered back, raking his teeth along her neck and cupping her breast.
“Please let’s get to the…other part.”
“‘Other part,’” he repeated, his voice lilting and clearly amused.
She didn’t feel like being crass. She felt like being the girl she never got the chance to be—shy and curious about this new experience. She and Asher may have done lots of things together, but this was new.
“The doing it part,” she whispered against his mouth.
His eyes glittered. “Slip outta those panties, Sarge.”
“We can’t do that here.” But the thrill that had coursed through her veins intensified. Her voice rose a little higher than she anticipated. The baby monitor made a noise and Gloria pressed her lips together. Asher froze, hand on her breast, mouth on her neck as they listened in the quiet of the room for Hawk…and to find out if their plans had just been drastically derailed.
No noise came from the monitor…but neither of them moved.
“I’m suspicious,” Gloria said, keeping her voice low.
“Me too. I’ll look in on him.” He gave her a peck. “Meanwhile, get naked from the waist down and start figuring out how you’re going to keep quiet.”
She eased off him, taking time to slide her body down the length of his, pausing with her mouth over his fly before sitting back on her knees.
Asher lay there an extra second, nostrils flared and eyes hooded. Then he adjusted his length and stood from the couch, shooting her a heated look that said she’d pay for that.
She could hardly wait.
*
Carefully, Asher poked his head into Hawk’s room. His son’s chest lifted and fell and his eyes were sealed shut. He couldn’t have appeared more peaceful if there were a halo over his head.
Ash closed the door until it clicked and then made up his mind that while he could take Gloria to his bedroom, he wanted her on the couch. It would mean being more careful and more quiet, but he’d loved the passion in her eyes earlier when they made out. His entire body throbbed, ready for more.
With an anticipatory grin on his face, he came to the couch where she sat, legs folded under her. Her short skirt was in place, her eyes wide and innocent, but just beyond where she sat, oh yes…
Silky pink panties draped over the arm of the couch.
“Asleep?” she asked.
He nodded. “You ready?”
She smiled.
He sat.
The moment his ass was on the couch, he grabbed her up and kissed her and then said into her ear, “You’re on lookout duty.”
Not wasting time—because his son was part ninja and could wake at any moment—Asher assisted with the skirt lift. Palms on her thighs, he pushed his hands along her skin, sliding the material higher and higher. Glo threw one leg over his lap, settling over his fly, but not before her hands went to his pants. He watched her fingers work, slipping the thick leather from his belt buckle, popping the button-fly open.
“Oh,” she said, her voice a sexy-as-hell breathy whisper.
No boxers, so he was free and so hard and absolutely ready to go. “We need to get you on the pill, Sarge.”
Her hands flattened on his shirt.
He shoved his hands higher, cupping her bottom and moving her directly over him. “Imagine.”