Page 86 of Feels Like Home

We stumbleinto thehouse after a heavy make out session on her front porch. I shove her against the door, kissing her hard andsoft.

Officially, we’ve been dating for fourmonths.

Four months of getting to know each other better, of spending time as a family. When Bri graduated from high school, the boys and I were sitting right next toher.

Four months of blue balls and coldshowers.

Bri and her girlfriends went on a weekend trip with one of her friends’ parents, and my boys are spending the night atNolan’s.

“About damn time,” she rasps as my mouth caresses herneck.

She’s so right aboutthat.

Her eyes areteasing.

Her smile isenrapturing.

Her voice light and sweet and sexy and everything that makes my body, my heart, comealive.

“What?” I ask, incredulously, a bit of laughter in my ownvoice.

“I said—” She takes two steps closer and places her hands on my chest, her bright green eyes looking up at me from under her long thick lashes. “About.” She kisses my chest, and my heart feels like it could explode straight from my chest. “Damn.” She kisses my neck, and it's a direct shot to somewhere much further south than my heart, but the feeling is the same. “Time,” she whispers into my ear, her tongue sneaking out to graze just below myear.

“You're…” I start saying but my voice cracks like my boys’ going through puberty when her hand travels lower, confirming that I didn't need to ask her if she's sure but damn if I won'tanyway.

“Yes?”

I clear my throat and lean back slightly, reaching down to grab her hand in mine to slow her movements. We've come too far to not besure.

“Are yousure?”

“Andy, honey, areyou?” She bites her lower lip then lifts on her tiptoes, kissing me lightly on themouth.

“AmI?”

Hell, yes, I’msure.

I’m so keyed up, I may explode at firstcontact.

She giggles, the sound so sugary I can almost taste it. “That seems to be the question, doesn'tit?”

“Sweetheart, I'm alwaysready.”

“Always?”

I fight the urge to growl when I feel her fingertips graze over the front of my pants. She hooks a finger in my belt loop and pulls me even closer, so our bodies are flush against each other. “With you?Yes.”

“Good toknow.”

“It is.” I swallow. Hard. Her hands are distracting me from just about everything. Every thought? Gone. It takes one touch from her and I forget my name. She's intoxicating and alluring and the most gorgeous woman I've ever met. The fact that she wants me is blowing mymind.

“No more waiting, Andy. You andme.”

“Just you and me.” I nod inconfirmation.

So much of our time is spent with our kids, especially since Bri will be leaving for college soon. It’s been Christine and Bri alone together for a lot of years now. Until we came along, thatis.

But we’re alonenow.

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