“Ooh, yay!Thanks, Dad!”
“Thank Ashlyn.We wouldn’t be invading them if she hadn’t invited us.”
“Thanks, Ashlyn!”Evie said, throwing herself at our neighbor.“You’re the best.”
Ashlyn chuckled.“We have a salad made inside, and we were talking about what else we wanted to eat.”
“I have plenty if you’re up for it,” I said before I could stop myself.Ashlyn had lived next door to me for years, and we’d never once had dinner together.
Until Reegan.
“Are you sure?”she asked.
I nodded.“Of course.”
“Okay.I’ll grab our salad and plates for everyone.”
“Can I help you?”Evie asked.
“Definitely.”Ashlyn looked at Reegan.“Why don’t you help Josh?”
Reegan slid her friend a look but lowered her bare feet to the ground and slid them into sandals.“Sure.”
I smiled at the three women and turned to go back to my house.I opened the door and held it for Reegan to go ahead of me.
As soon as the door closed behind us, she turned to me.“She doesn’t know yet.I haven’t had a chance to say anything about us.”
“Then I guess I better kiss you in here where no one can see,” I said, moving toward her slowly so she had time to protest.
The smile that lifted her lips said she was completely on board with my suggestion.She met me in the middle, wrapping her arms around my neck and dragging me closer to her.
I walked us forward until her back hit the cabinet that hid my fridge.Tucked in the entryway and before we got to the kitchen, there were no windows besides the ones in the door.Ashlyn and Evie would only see us if they came to the door, and I was fairly certain neither of them would.
I ground my erection against Reegan’s center, loving the moan that rumbled out of her and into my chest.
Her hands slid from my neck and teased their way down my chest.She lifted my shirt in the back, splaying her warm hands on my bare skin.
I groaned and mimicked her movements, finding the gap between her top and bottoms, tickling her side with a gentle touch that raised goosebumps on her skin.
Her hands eased up my back and slid around to my stomach.I had definitely lost tone in the last few decades, but I hoped she didn’t judge me for it.
She curled her fingers, her nails scraping over my skin.She moaned again, flattening her fingers to glide over my body.
I eased my body from hers and slid my hands over her soft belly.She leaned into my touch, encouraging me with her body.My thumb brushed the underwire of her bra, lacy fabric scraping my callused hand.She arched her back, urging me to continue.
I cupped her breasts with both hands, pulling back enough to look at her, my hands hidden in her shirt.“You’re so beautiful.”
“I like that look on your face.”
“What look?”
“The one that says you’re as turned on as I am.”
“Maybe more,” I told her, letting her feel the effect she was having on my body.
“I wish we had more than a few minutes.”
“We will.Soon.”
