There it was again.
Oh God!
He tasted good, he felt good and he kissed great.
My hands slid up his back and my fingers dug in at his lats as he kissed me and, he tasted so good, I kissed him right back.
Finally, Mitch’s lips left mine, trailed down my cheek to my ear where he growled just as his arms squeezed, “Christ, I love your mouth.”
There I was again, pressed tight to Mitch, breathing hard, wrapped in his arms.
How did this keep happening?
“Mitch –” I started.
His head came up, his eyes locked on mine and he interrupted me, “When’s your next day off?”
I blinked. “What?”
His arm low at my h*ps tightened further. “Your next day off, sweetheart.”
“Um…today,” I answered.
He grinned then said softly, “I know, honey. When’s your next day off?”
“Uh…Friday.”
“Thursday night, we’re gettin’ a babysitter.”
I blinked at his intimate words, words said by a Dad to a Mom, a husband to a wife, more words I liked and repeated, “What?”
“A babysitter.”
“Why?”
“’Cause Thursday night I’m takin’ you out. I’m feedin’ you. I’m gettin’ you intoxicated. Then I’m bringin’ you home and then I’m doin’ other things to you. Things I’m gonna keep doin’ that’ll take me deep into Friday and I don’t want the kids interrupting me while I do them.”
My toes curled, my knees wobbled and my ni**les started tingling.
Oh boy.
I struggled to find my way back to Mara World which was safer and far more sane and started, “I don’t –”
I stopped speaking when I heard the door to the hall bathroom open. Billy was out of the shower.
Mitch’s head went back another two inches and turned slightly before he murmured, “Kids interrupting.”
My hands moved so they were pressed against his chest, not a good thing to do as all my fingers encountered on their journey was warm, hard, sleek skin.
I powered through this and started, “Mitch –”
At that moment there was a knock on the door.
Mitch’s head turned the other way, my gaze followed his and we both stared at the front door.
“Who could that be?” I whispered.
“No clue,” Mitch replied, not in a whisper, let me go, my hands flew back so my palms could press against the counter to hold myself up and I watched Mitch move to the door.