Page 55 of Starting Over with You
“Okay,” I breathe out as she looks back down at the first aid kit. She closes it up, her fingers brushing against my thighs and leaving me with one hell of a hard-on.
Thank God I’m sitting.
My voice is strained as I say, “I’ll get you a key made.”
She nods as she hands me the kit. I toss it to the seat, my eyes still on hers. “Thank you.”
“Always,” I say, looking up at her and loving how she towers over me like this. Her chest is rising and falling, her eyes dark and sultry.
“Dean?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you make me laugh?”
My heart clenches in my chest as I reach out, taking her hips in my hands and bringing her in close. Not as close as I want, but enough so that she knows I’m here for her. She takes a sharp breath.
“What happened?”
Tears gather in her eyes as she shrugs. “Just feeling down.”
I squeeze her hips, and she steps toward me, her thighs between my legs, touching my inner thighs. “Darlin’, you blocked him?”
She nods. “Yeah, but he called the boys, and the boys called me. They told me not to give in to him, but I feel like a bad mom, allowing him to try to manipulate my boys.”
“But he didn’t. They called you. They wanted you to be okay,” I stress, my eyes burning into hers. “You’re nowhere near a bad mom, Kenni.”
Her lip wobbles as she looks away. “It’s just so much. I wish I had never met him.”
Fucking same.
I swallow that sentiment and squeeze her hips. “But then we wouldn’t have the boys.”
She exhales. “I know,” she agrees, once more moving her eyes to mine. “So, give it to me.”
I choke on air.
I’m so cool.
“Sorry?”
Her lips curve. “Make me laugh.”
Duh, yeah.
Here for the comic relief.
Nothing more.
I search her gaze, my heart pounding in my chest. “Is your name ChapStick?” Her face lights up as she snorts, and I can’t help but grin back. “Because I want to put you on my lips.”
Her laughter is loud, vibrating her whole body as she shakes her head. She pushes off my chest, walking backward. “Good thing I know you’re only picking on me, or by the way you’re looking at me, I’d think you really want that.”
I lick my lips. “Who said I’m only picking?”
She stops walking, her eyes narrowing as she presses her hand to her chest. “Are you not?”
I shrug as I turn in the seat, shutting the door. I look through my open window and grin at her. “Nope.”
