I liked it. All of it.
Oh boy.
I looked at the alarm clock and it was ten minutes after I usually got up to get myself sorted so I could then start getting the kids sorted. I didn’t have to run them to school today since Mitch was doing it. Still, it was time to start on the day because Mitch might be running them to the school but someone had to get them up, showered, dressed, book bags packed (wherever those were) and fed.
And that someone was me.
Carefully, I moved my head from Mitch’s shoulder and then bent down. Pulling Billie’s dark hair out of her face and smoothing it back, I leaned in to kiss her temple. My poor girl had been scared last night of something that was very real.
That was another thing on the morning’s agenda. Find some way that didn’t scare the hell out of them to talk to Billy and Billie about what Billie meant.
“Sweetheart,” I heard Mitch rumble.
My head tipped back to look at him and seeing his sexy-drowsy face, his eyes warm on me, those locks of hair on his forehead, something happened to me that hadn’t happened since I was four years old and learned about the world I lived in which was a place I could never leave.
I got transported to a fantasy world.
“Hey,” I whispered.
His hand came up and cupped my cheek as his eyes roamed my face.
Then he responded, “Hey.”
“You sleep okay?” I asked quietly.
“Yeah,” Mitch answered quietly.
“Good,” I whispered. “I’ve got to get the kids ready for school. How do we do that and not interrupt your morning schedule?”
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll work around you.”
Jeez. He was such a nice guy.
“’Kay,” I said softly.
His eyes dropped to my mouth, they became heated, my chest heated in return and he ordered gently, “Come here.”
I went there, not thinking, just moving toward him as his hand slid from my cheek into my hair. When I got close his eyes roamed my face again, all around and down to my shoulders and neck.
“Never seen you with your hair down,” he murmured, his fingers sifting through it. “It’s softer than I imagined.”
He imagined how soft my hair was?
His hand cupped the back of my head and his eyes locked on mine. “And I thought it would be pretty, f**kin’ soft.”
“Mitch,” I whispered then said no more.
His fingers put pressure on my scalp, pulling me toward him then his mouth put pressure on mine.
God. I liked this fantasy world. It was freaking great.
Billie shifted between us and Mitch’s hand moved out of my hair. I turned to the side and looked down to see she had her head tipped back and her sleepy, little girl eyes were on us.
“Is Mitch your boyfriend now, Auntie Mara?” she asked.
At her question, I came crashing out of my fantasy world.
Shit!