But when Caroline isn’t looking, I catch James studying her mouth, her ass, her breasts.
My husband is very attracted to his ex-girlfriend.
That’s awesome.
And if her flushed cheeks, hard nipples, and the way she also steals glances at him when he’s not looking are any indication, she feels the same way.
Game. On.
I also find her incredibly beautiful. I expected to. One of the things James and I have in common is, conveniently, our taste in women. But Caroline is seriously gorgeous.
Her long hair falls in waves to her middle back, her lips are full and my favorite color of pink, her breasts are fantastic—and she’s got hips and an ass I can’t wait to run my hands over.
She’s also funny, easygoing, and charming.
This will be such a fantastic way to fill the next few weeks.
It’s too bad she’s not staying longer.
No. I can’t let thoughts like that intrude. Her temporary status in Honeysuckle Harbor is exactly why she’s perfect.
“James was the best dancer in our class. Probably the entire high school,” Caroline is saying as I lead her to the couch.
I ordered mini-dessert parfaits from Frannie at Raw and have laid them out on our coffee table. I’ve also got another bottle of wine open.
James told me that Caroline doesn’t drink white wine, but I’ve been plying her with a delicious full-bodied red all night, and she’s on her third glass. She seems relaxed and happy. I refill her glass and hand it to her.
“But you were his date to Homecoming and Prom your senior year, right?” I ask her. “And for more than his dance moves?” I give her an easy smile to let her know I’m open to discussing their past. “We don’t have either of those in the Netherlands. Such a quirky and intriguing American tradition.”
She giggles. “Probably a dangerous one for virginity as well.”
James is standing behind where Caroline has propped herself against the pillow and the arm of the couch.
‘What are you doing?’he mouths.
Caroline reaches for one of the lemon cheesecake mini-parfaits and I mouth, ‘Trust me’back to him.
“James, there’s a peanut butter chocolate mousse parfait,” she says, holding it out to him. “Come sit with us.”
He starts to move toward the middle cushion, but I quickly reach out, wrap an arm around Caroline’s waist and slide her to the middle.
She lets out a startled sound but doesn’t protest.
James drops onto the cushion on her other side, but he’s still giving me a ‘what the hell?’look over the top of her head.
“There, you fit well between us,” I tell her. I slide my arm from around her slowly, letting my hand slip over the strip of skin between her T-shirt and leggings where her shirt has pulled up.
“I’m not going to protest being tucked between two hot men,” she says, pulling her feet up onto the cushion and wrapping her arms around her legs. She gives a sigh. “It’s been a while since I was tucked against even one.”
“That’s too bad,” I tell her. Our hips are pressed together and her warmth seeps into my side.
“It really is,” she agrees. She balances her wine glass on one knee, holding it with just two fingers and the little parfait on her other knee. She digs the tiny spoon into the lemon cheesecake. “Thank God for sugar.”
I chuckle. “So you and James at Prom…were you the envy of all the girls?”
She nods as she licks the spoon clean, and my dick stirs, watching her tongue. “And some of the guys.” She smiles at James. “If only they’d known they had an even better shot with you than the girls did.”
“I wouldn’t say better shot,” James protests.
