Her brows raise as it bubbles happily. “Why did it work for you and not for me?”
“Basic chemistry.”
“Well that explains it.” She plops down in the kitchen chair. “I barely passed Intro to Chem. I had to copy Stanley Kopek’s notes and agree to go with him to the movies.”
“Did you do that a lot?” I bite down on my back molars, jaw muscles twitching. I don’t like to think of my sugar dating anyone but me, even in high school.
“Sure. I sucked at calculus, too. But damn, I was good at English.” Grinning, she shoots me a saucy wink. “The captain of the football team sure was hot.”
“Now, you’re just messing with me.” I release my muscles, lean over, and tickle her ribs.
“Busted.” Laughing until tears run down her face, she digs in her elbows for protection. “You should’ve seen your face. I thought you were going to bust a nut.”
“Does Mr. Hot still live around here?”
She wipes her twinkling eyes with a dish towel. “Captain Arrogant? Sure. He lives with his stepmom on Seventeenth. Two divorces, a pot belly, and four kids.”
I pull her close, my body reacting to being near to her all day. “If you were mine, you would’ve failed high school. No way I’d let ol’ Stanley or the stud-muffin near you.”
Her pretty cheeks blush. “Can you imagine the two of us together as teens?”
No saint, the thought of me and her under the bleachers sets my face on fire.
“What?” She pinches my chin but I look away, not daring to meet her gaze.
“Nothin’.”
“Oh no, you had something on your mind.” She whispers in my ear, “Tell me.”
I was a horn dog.“I was pure as the virgin snow until I went into the service.”
Her eyes go wide. “Really?”
I snort out a laugh. “Good lawd, no.”
“And I believed you.” She pokes at my underarms, the only place I’m ticklish but I always win at this game.
“Uncle.” My wife curls up on the floor, and while we’re messing around, the kitchen smoke alarm screeches.
“Oh shit!” Snatching a cup of water, she’s about to douse the flames which will do nothing but burn the house down.
With her wrists in one hand, I slap a cover on the pan, and pull it off the burner.
“Chemistry, sugar.” I capture her in my arms, the centers of her brown eyes widen, and my mouth crashes down in a whole different kind of fire.
Chapter Nineteen
Sam
Long ends glide between my fingers as I thread my hands through his hair. My God, I love kissing this man.
His stomach growls, I giggle, and break free. “The Mexican place down the street delivers.”
“Damn.” Holding my hips so our lower halves stay connected, he lifts the fry pan’s lid and grimaces.
“That wasn’t my fault, by the way.” My fingers slip into his back pockets and dig in. No wonder I can’t keep track of the stove. When he stands next to me, all the synapses in my brain stop except the let’s-fuck ones.
“Ain’t saying it was.” Holding my eyes captive, his hands slide up my waist, thumbs at my breasts.
