Page 57 of A Way Out
She did just that, dressed in the sundress she’d shucked off, even though she had to start getting ready for the wedding soon.
Oz was laying out an outfit on his bed, but he turned and smiled at her. “Come here.”
She wandered deeper into the room.
“This is what I plan to change into for our concert tonight. What do you think?”
I think I don’t understand what’s going on here. “It’s nice.”
“Hmm. I was going for sexy guitarist.”
She laughed. “Oh, it’s definitely sexy guitarist.”
He slipped an arm around her waist and hauled her so close she had to drape her arms around his neck because there was nowhere else to put them.
“Will you be my number one fan tonight?” he asked before pressing his lips to hers. He probably meant for it to be a quick kiss, but she held him, opening and licking her way into his mouth.
Cupping the back of her neck, he tilted her head to just the right angle and kissed her back, his erection already swelling again, nudging her belly.
“Yes,” she said when he pulled away to trail kisses across her cheek to her ear.
“How much time do we have before you have to get ready?” he whispered before nipping her earlobe.
She moaned. “I-I think we have time.”
“Excellent.” One hand slipped under her dress, squeezing her bare backside.
More moaning ensued, until the door to her bedroom banged open and a child’s voice called out, “Mama! Where are you?”
She jerked away from Oz so quickly, she developed a head rush. He wrapped his hand around her bicep to steady her.
“Hey, it’s okay,” he said. “We’re decent. Well, other than my woody.” Grimacing, he adjusted himself. “There. Less conspicuous. Hey, kiddo.”
Riley came dancing into Oz’s bedroom. “There you are. Hi, Oz.”
“What’s going on, Riley?” Maria asked. Could she convince her daughter to go back downstairs for a few more minutes?
“Nuthin. Just looking for you. Is it time to get ready for Aunt Holly’s wedding? Aunt Lacey said she’s getting married too. And she told me to call her Aunt Lacey.”
“Uh, that’s sweet. We have a little time, sweetheart. Do you want to go back downstairs?”
Oz smirked.
“Nu-uh. Let’s put our pretty dresses on.”
She threw Oz a longing look. He winked.
“You should go put your pretty dresses on,” he suggested. “And when you’re ready, I’ll escort you down to the wedding.”
“Oh. Okay.” That sounded suspiciously like a date, although not really, since they were all staying in the same house, and as tight as these two bands were, Maria doubted very much anyone would blink twice at Oz escorting her and Riley down the stairs. They’d probably assume he happened to be in the right place at the right time.
Nothing more.
“Do you want to see my dress before I put it on?” Riley asked, snagging Oz’s hand and pulling him toward the bathroom.
“I already did, remember? Just yesterday.”
“Oh.” She sounded disappointed.
