Page 55 of Meant to be Falling
“It’s okay,” she says with a shrug of one shoulder. “They have a thing with moms right before the end of school.”
She picks up her plate and takes it to the table with a cup of milk and sits as a show plays in the background. It’s the end of the conversation.
I know that.
But I hope like hell it doesn’t have to be the end of the story.
”Hey,thanks for watching Holland. They had an opening and the timing just worked,” Lana says, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. “You saved the day.”
She shifts, her tits brushing against my chest as she kisses the corner of my mouth. My hands grip her hips, but instead of indulging in this little kitchen foreplay, I push her back a step, making her frown.
“I need to ask you something,” I say quietly, making sure I can hear Holland and Beck laughing upstairs.
“Okay,” she says, trying to step out of my hold as she draws out the word. But I need the contact, so I tangle my fingers in hers so I know she can’t get away.
“Holland brought home a flyer for the father-daughter dance.” Lana’s face falls, putting the pieces together immediately. Well, not all of them. “I was wondering if it would be okay if I took her, not as her dad, of course, but as her date?”
Lana’s mouth opens and closes as her head tilts to the side. “You want to date my daughter?” The words are teasing, and I chuff out a laugh.
“Take herona date.” I sigh. “She said the father of a friend got a tie to match her dress. Holland was tryin’ not to be upset.”
“But she’s upset.”
“I think she’shurt.And I don’t want to overstep,” I say, leveling my gaze with hers, “ever. So I’m asking for your permission, because I’d like to take Holland to that dance.”
She releases my hands and wraps her arms around my neck, her momentum sending my ass into the edge of the counter with a grunt. It’s the second time a Richards woman has practically knocked me over.
It would have made me laugh, but I don’t get the chance because her lips are on mine and she’s rocking her hips against me andgod damn this woman.
Lana tastes like caramel and the vanilla gloss she puts over her lipstick, and I want to devour her.
Except the kids are right upstairs.
“Is that a yes?” I murmur, pulling us both back to reality as my mouth kicks up on one side.
“It’s a yes,” she says as she holds my face in her hands, “and I am so incredibly thankful for you.”
“Stop it before you make me blush,” I manage because even though it’s supposed to be lighthearted, I can’t help the way my heart is damn near exploding over this moment.
“You’re sexy when you blush,” Lana purrs as her gaze drifts down my body, letting me knowexactlywhat she’s thinking.
“I need to get you alone,” I growl and she laughs.
“We’re alone right now,” she points out before nipping at my jaw and almost making me give in.
“Soon, Dream Girl, so very soon.”
23
LANA
The man had lied.
Well, nottechnically.
But my neglected lady parts haven’t seen any action in almost aweek.Before Mason I wouldn’t have blinked at that, but now…now I need him to do all the things to my body I can’t do myself.
Turns out, there’s a lot of them.
