tangles down her back. Her breasts were just as fantastic as I remembered. Large and pert, her nipples erect from the chilly air I had let into the room. Her slim waist and full hips were the stuff of every guy’s fantasy. The image of her naked beneath me came instantly to mind; I couldn’t help it, Not with her standing in front of me looking like a goddamn goddess.
I felt the answering twinge in my shorts. A tightening in my groin that had me biting down on a moan.
She looked at me.
I looked at her.
I lifted my hand. I wanted to touch her. All of her. I wanted to run my tongue from her throat to her thighs. I wanted to taste every exquisite inch in between.
I was so hard it hurt.
“Kyle!” she exclaimed, shoving me backward. “Get out!”
“Oops sorry. But you should have locked the door—” I started to say, but she had already slammed the door in my face, leaving me hot and bothered with a picture of her naked and wet playing on a loop in my head.
“Dada!” I heard Katie call, and it was like being dunked into a bucket of cold water. Shit. Shit. Shit.
I ran my hand down my face and pulled myself together.
I knocked on the door. “Uh, Whitney, is Frazzles in there?”
“What?” She sounded breathless. What was she doing in there?
“Katie’s stuffed monkey. I think she left it by the sink,” I called through the door. I pressed my hand against the wood, trying not to think about her on the other side.
Then the door opened, and she stood there, now covered with a towel. She shoved the toy into my hand. “Here.”
Her chest was flushed, the heat spreading up her neck. Only a scrap of cotton separated me from her hot, naked body.
Stop it, damn it!
“Thanks,” I croaked.
She licked her lips. I watched. I couldn’t help it. My dick strained against my zipper.
“I need to get ready,” she rasped.
“Okay,” I said but didn’t move.
She smelled like roses and musk. A bead of water slid down her neck, disappearing into the crevice between her magnificent breasts.
“Kyle, seriously, you need to move. I have to get dressed.” She sounded less turned on and more annoyed.
“Sorry. I’m so sorry.” I stepped to the side and let her pass. She hurried to her bedroom and closed the door without looking back at me. I was left standing there feeling like a royal idiot.
A pervy, royal idiot.
I went back downstairs, forcing myself to forget about the beautiful naked woman upstairs.
Whitney came down a few minutes later, not meeting my eyes, the air between us was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
“Look, Whitney, I’m sorry about that. I should have knocked. Jesus. I didn’t mean to—”
“Stand there, ogling me?” She raised an eyebrow, and I honestly couldn’t tell if she was angry at me or not. Her tone was almost teasing. But there was a firm set to her mouth as though she were challenging me.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“No guessing about it, you took your time leaving. I’d say there was definite ogling going on,” she countered.
“Okay, I was ogling.” I glanced at Katie, who was bouncing up and down in her pack n’ play, singing a song at the top of her lungs in her own gibberish way. I turned back to Whitney and smirked. “But can you blame me?” I wiggled my eyebrows, and Whitney laughed.
“Enough, Casanova. We’re going to be late.” She headed to the kitchen to pour coffee into her travel mug. Watching her move with ease around my house made my chest tighten in an almost painful way.
In the weeks since we were married, I had watched as she slowly integrated into the space that had been mine and Katie’s. Whitney’s favorite travel mug now sat on the drainboard, where she placed it when she got home from work. Her coat hung on the hook behind the front door, and her shoes were placed in a neat row next to mine on the shoe rack. Her berry yogurts existed side by side with Katie’s Jell-O cups, and her favorite brownie ice cream was half-eaten in the freezer. It wasn’t overwhelming, and it wasn’t as if she had taken over. It was a considerate, easy process. A melding of three lives into one.
I found that I liked having Whitney around. We ate dinner together as a family, and after Katie went to bed, if I hadn’t passed out, then