“Damn, Maggie,” he said and pushed those hands higher.
“Yes,” she whispered, lost in his gaze, and licked her lips.
He leaned in again, his thumbs nearly where she wanted them, right at the apex of her hot, wet—
“Mag-Mom!”
They both froze.
“Mag-Mom! Reggie! Come see this!” Emily yelled from her room.
Reggie quickly moved her skirt back in place and helped her to her feet on the floor.
Maggie had to grab his arm to stop from stumbling, her body unsure as to what had just happened. “I…I…ah…”
“Yeah,” he sounded strangled. “I’ll join you guys in a just a second. Might want to get back there and see what she did with Frank.”
“Frank. Right. Yes.” Maggie hurried away from Reggie, fanning her cheeks and telling herself to cool it. To douse the raging lust bomb just waiting to go off inside her with a blast of reason. She’d been a hairsbreadth from an orgasm on her kitchen counter from some heavy petting. How sad was that?
And how glorious would it have been if Reggie had ignored their interruption and finally reached his target?
She crossed her eyes, feeling like an idiot for being so easy on the trigger. But with Reggie for a kissing partner, who could blame her?
Which made her stop in her tracks outside Emily’s door.
Would Reggie blame her? Would they be awkward after this?
What did I just do?
***
Reggie tried to catch his breath, willing away an erection that threatened to erupt like Mt. Vesuvius.Fuck.He’d never, ever, been so hot for a woman so fast. And what made it all worse was that she’d started it, and he’d been helpless to keep himself from finishing it. Had her daughter not yelled from the other room, he feared he would have taken Maggie right there on the counter, in the kitchen, in full view of anyone happening by. Like, say, two six-year-old kids!
Taking deep breaths and forcing himself to think of puppies and kittens to will away his desire, he managed a passable feeling of calm and walked slowly down the hall, hearing laughter, barking, and Maggie’s smooth voice as she chatted with the girls.
That kiss had been bad enough, but pulling back to see her aroused expression, reading her embarrassment that she thought she might be the only one feeling so passionate? The woman wanted him. Badly. How could Reggie not respond? Especially when it was Maggie, her beautiful face and body reacting tohim.
He stopped at the doorway. Poor Frank was dressed in a camouflage hat while Emily’s bear rode in a puppy-size saddle on top of him, a handmade throwing star tied to one paw, and a small bag of jelly beans tied to the other. Near them, Emily and Sherry held two Barbies, making them fight.
“I want the baby beans!” Emily roared. “It’s my kingdom, and I will have dominion!”
“No, they are mine, evil princess!” Sherry shot back between giggles. “What’s dominion?”
Maggie tried to cover her laughter, rubbing her chin. “Ah, dominion is being in charge of everything, Sherry. Like, taking over.”
“Oh.” Sherry’s doll slapped down Emily’s. “No. It’s my dominion. My baby beans! And I get to keep the Frank pony too.”
Emily’s eyes narrowed. She gave an evil laugh and held her doll over her head. “I will slaughter your—”
Maggie grabbed the doll before it could descend. “Okay, you two,” she quickly cut in, clearing her throat. “Let’s get the peace talks going.”
Reggie stared at her six-year-old, looking cute as could be, talking about dominion and slaughter. He met Maggie’s gaze. “I’m officially scared.”
“And this is just a declaration of war.” She turned to the girls. “No more talk about violence. What if you guyssharethe knight and Frank pony and become twin princesses with baby beans? If you still want to pretend fight, you can duke it out with a dance battle.” Maggie pressed play on a nearby tablet, and pop music spilled from a Bluetooth speaker on the dresser.
“Yay!” Emily cheered. “Dance battle!”
The girls giggled and danced around with their dolls, eating jelly beans while Frank shrugged off Brownie and tried to get out of his saddle.
