“Want to try it again?”
“Yes, please.” And then his lips were on hers, and it was different. Urgent. Like the dam had been breached and now they were okay with being carried away by all the emotions. The want. The need.
They moved closer—practically chest to chest. Connor’s hands cupped her face as hers clutched at the front of his shirt. She couldn’t remember ever wanting anything as much as she wanted everything that was happening in this moment. She wanted this kiss to never end, for him to touch her everywhere and remind her that she was a woman because…God, it had been years since she felt desirable.
Slowly, he maneuvered them until they were lying down on the sofa. His body covered hers, and she nearly cried out at how freaking good it felt. Every hard inch of him was nestled against every place she was soft, and she was on the verge of begging him for more.
Her hands raked through his hair as the kiss was on the verge of savage. It was so deep and wet and untamed, and yet so perfect. Connor was clearly feeling just as desperate for her as she was for him, and it was a heady realization.
When her legs went around his waist, she was certain they were going to start tearing at each other’s clothes when…
Her phone chimed with an incoming text.
And then his did the same.
As if of one mind, they slowly broke apart. Breathless and a little dazed, they turned their heads toward the coffee table and their phones.
Swallowing hard, she said, “You know that’s going to be Axel and Maisie letting us know they’re on their way back, right?”
Muttering a curse, he carefully moved off of her and stood. “Is it wrong that I’ll be mad if it is?”
Laughing softly, she sat up. “Nope. Because I’m feeling the same way.”
Connor grabbed her phone and handed it to her and then picked his up. They both sighed wearily as they read the texts.
Maisie: Hey, guys! We’re on our way back! Everyone’s a little sticky from ice cream, but we had a great time!
Then there was a picture of the kids with ice cream smiles.
Maisie: See you soon!
Connor sat back down beside her. “It’s hard to be mad when they look so happy.”
“Yup.”
Turning his head, he kissed her slowly, tenderly. Resting his forehead against hers, he murmured, “I was envisioning a completely different end to our date.”
She knew exactly what he meant. “Me too.” Another sigh. “Sometimes it sucks being a responsible adult.”
“I know. But hopefully we’ll be able to do this again. Soon.”
“I don’t know how many other animated movies are coming to Harbortown that Axel is looking to go to.”
She was teasing, and clearly Connor knew it.
“We’ll figure it out.” He paused. “But only if it’s what you want. I know we got caught up here a few minutes ago, but if you have second thoughts…”
Reaching up, she caressed his stubbled jaw. “Connor?”
“Hmm?”
“No second thoughts. If Maisie hadn’t texted, we both know where we’d be right now, and it’s where I want to be.”
Relief washed over his face. “Oh. Okay. Good.”
“But for now, we need to get ready to face our kids—and our friends—without looking guilty about what we were doing,” she said carefully, regretfully.
“I don’t feel guilty,” he assured her. “But I do need to work on making sure I don’t look disappointed.”
