They spent thirty minutes making out on her couch, and when he left it took another half-hour for her pulse to return to normal and the happy flush in her face to fade.
16
Two days later, Brent stood on Jess’s front step with a box of chocolates. He knocked twice. Seconds went by, then he heard footsteps, and he grinned. The door swung open and his wife danced into view wearing jean cutoff shorts and a tank top. “Oh!” She said. “You’re early.”
“I made good time.” He held out the chocolates. “With a stop on the way to pick these up for you.”
“Oooh.” Her eyebrows bounced as she took the box with one hand, and reached for him with the other. “Thank you.”
He stepped in for the hug. And it would have stayed just a hug if she hadn’t made a noise that undid him, a sweet little sigh as she pressed against him.
But the one armed hug put her a bit off-centre from him, which meant her hip was right against his cock. And when she sighed—that sweet, happy,this-is-a-nice-hugsound—his cock flexed eagerly.
She froze.
He froze, too, because what the fuck did he say?I know you don’t want anything to do with me sexually, but I crave you and need you and miss you, and your hugs turn me on.
She whispered his name, and he wanted to die inside.
The box of chocolates hit the floor with a thud and she stepped back, but she pulled him with her, just enough to clear the door, then she closed it.
“I—” But that was all he got out before she was in his arms. He responded instinctively, wrapping his arms around her. One hand slid around her waist, the other landed behind her neck, and she closed the gap, her mouth hard against his.
It was a burn-down-the-house kind of kiss. A whirlwind, chaotic swirl ofoh Godandmissed youandplease more. Her mouth was warm and slick, and each stroke of her tongue against his made him think about sex, and his wife stretched out naked. Other warm, slick spots on her body he could lose himself in.
She murmured his name, then dove in again.
Kissing.
Tasting.
Consuming, and then, just when he thought it might never end, it did. His heart could barely stand it.
“Where did that come from?” He palmed her hip as she stared up at him. His pulse was racing. “I’m not complaining. Kiss me like that as often as you want. But I thought you said no funny business.”
“I didn’t say it like that.” She rolled her bottom lip between her teeth. “That was a whole different time in my life.”
“That was last month.”
“A lifetime ago,” she said breathlessly.
“You’re in an extraordinarily good mood.” He kissed her again, since that was allowed now. “I’d like to think it was the chocolates, but I’m guessing not.”
“They helped!” She touched his face, her fingers gentle. “I’m happy to see you.” Stepping back, she leaned over to pick up the chocolates. “Come on in. I was unpacking, so I need to get changed before we head out.”
Oh. They were pivoting away from kissing. All righty. “Where are we going?”
“There’s a lavender farm just outside of town. They have a walking maze that I’ve been wanting to check out. Apparently it’s kind of meditative to do?”
“Like a corn maze?”
“Yeah. But lavender bushes. Very relaxing.”
Why not? His swollen erection could use some relaxing. “Sure,” he said weakly. “I’m game for whatever.”
She didn’t miss his problem. Her gaze slid down his body, lingered, then climbed back up to his face. “Sorry,” she whispered.
But her eyes were dancing. “You aren’t, and neither am I. Go get dressed. Or just put on a hoodie if you don’t mind me looking at your legs while we meditate and walk.”
