I grin, and we both take a seat at the breakfast bar, her stool next to mine. We are so close that our legs are almost touching again, but I hold back, not wanting to rush her, though she must have known where my mind was right now.
“Kids asleep?”
“Out like a light,” she replies, planting her chin in her hand and smiling. “They had a busy day. And I think Max was really glad that you were able to join us.”
“I was really glad for it, too,” I reply, and move a little, so that our feet are touching. I notice a slight pink flush rise to her chest as she attempts to navigate that sudden feeling of closeness, the one that I’d been trying to deny myself since I walked out of her bedroom that night a couple of weeks ago.
“I would have just sat in that office all night if it hadn’t been for you,” I continue. “Going over and over what happened, but I... I was much better off spending it with you and the kids.”
She smiles, that sweet warmth lighting up her eyes again. “I’m glad you thought so too,” she murmurs back.
I take a sip of the wine, fixing my gaze on hers, watching to see every inch of her expression. I don’t want to miss a thing, not with her. I feel like we have so many years to catch up on, and so much time to fill in when we could have been all over each other.
“You’re really good with them,” she remarks.
“I don’t know about that...”
“Well, I do,” she replies firmly. “And I think you’re amazing with them. It doesn’t come naturally to everyone, parenting, but I can tell just how much Max adores you.”
“Did it come naturally to you?”
“Did what?”
“Being a parent.”
She falls silent, staring into the wine glass for a second. “You know, for a long time, I thought it didn’t,” she admits. “I felt like I was stumbling through all of it, you know? Like I was just waiting for the next thing to turn up that I would trip over, and I would go out on my ass trying to keep up with it. But now, when I look back, I think... I think, yeah, I actually did a pretty good job, all things considered.”
“You had your sister around, right? What about your parents?”
She pulls a face at the mention of them. “Ugh, don’t get me started on them,” she replies, trying to lace her voice with some lightness, but I can tell that she does not mean it. “They... they’re not in my life anymore, let’s just say that.”
“And you want it to stay that way?”
“As long as they are the way they are, then yeah, I do.”
“And what way is that?”
She goes quiet once more and shakes her head. “I don’t think I want to get into all of that now,” she confesses. “It’s... a lot. That’s all you really need to know.”
I’m tempted to push a little further. I’m not used to being brushed off when I go searching for information, after all. But the way she says it, I don’t want to ruin what we have going on here by making her talk about something she doesn’t want to speak about.
“You got it,” I reply, and she lets out a slight breath, as though relieved I’m not going to delve any deeper into that part of her past. I reach for the glass of wine again, my arm brushing against hers, and I notice her bite her lip when we touch again.
“So what do you want to talk about?” I ask her, lowering my voice, the tone of the conversation changing at once.
She lifts her gaze to look up at me, searching for the words to respond, but none of them seem to come to mind, at least at first. Maybe because she’s fighting the desire with every little thing she has, or maybe because the depths of it go so deep that she doesn’t know where to begin.
“What happened the other night,” she breathes back, her voice low and throaty as though we are right back there in her room.
My gaze flicks down to her lips for a moment, and I remember how they looked when they were closed around the head of my cock. I feel something stir within me, something heating at the thought of what she did for me that night. “What about it?”
“How much...” She trails off, smirking slightly, a flicker of mischief in her eyes. I move my hand to her leg, coaxing her togo further, not to hold back now. “How much I want to feel you inside of me again.”
And, with the words spoken, there is no denying it any longer. I lean towards her, tuck my hand behind her head, and our lips crash together as our wine sits on the counter between us, forgotten.
15
CARA
