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She cracks a smile. “I’ll bet you say that to all the half-naked ladies who straddle you.”
My laughter bounces her in my lap. I’m glad to see she’s recovered her sense of humor. And I don’t bother with an answer. She knows now that she’s the only one.
“I’d prefer you to bewhollynaked.”
I lift her off me so she’s standing right in front of me. Leaning in, I lower her panties to the floor then kiss her stomach and let my tongue blaze a trail down to the tippy top of her tiny triangle of curls. “I like this,” I say, licking the smooth surface around her manicured area, wondering if she waxes all the time, or just when she knows we’ll be together.
I urge her right leg up onto the couch next to me. Then I place her hands on my shoulders. I glance up with a confident smirk as my fingers find her slick folds, parting the way for my tongue.
It’s damn sexy the way she watches me. Even when I can’t see her stare, I can feel it. She moans my name when I suck on her clit. She almost stumbles when my fingers find the spot inside her that drives her wild.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders, incenting me to work harder. I reach up and pinch a nipple. It’s that motion that pushes her over the edge, and her hands move from my shoulders to my head as she grabs my hair and holds me in place while her entire body vibrates with an orgasm.
I move my hand from her breast to her hip to keep her from collapsing. She comes hard, and I can tell she’s struggling to keep herself from screaming my name. Or maybe God’s.
She doesn’t want to wake the baby. Which I’m grateful for, because in about twenty seconds, my clothes will be off and I’ll be burying myself inside her. And I surmise in about thirty,I’mthe one who’ll have to hold in shouts of pleasure.
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“I’ll just be a minute,” she says, gathering her panties and dress then disappearing into the bathroom.
I toss the condom into the trash and am pulling on my shorts when Mitchell starts crying. It’s not a wail like earlier, more like a reminder that he’s there. I pad over, not even fully dressed, and pick him up.
It’s been a while since I’ve held an infant. Years. But it’s just as wonderful as I remembered it to be.
“Hey, little guy.”
He stares up at me, fortunately still too young to be frightened of strangers. My heart stands still as I gaze down intothe innocent eyes of a beautiful child, longing for something that will probably never happen for me again.
The bathroom door swings open. Allie’s mouth hangs agape when she sees me holding her nephew. She’s frozen in place, looking entranced. Shocked. Scared.
“I, uh… he was crying. He seems fine now.” When she doesn’t move, I add, “You know I have experience holding babies, right?”
Her head shakes as if she was somewhere else entirely and not right here. “Yeah. Of course.”
I go over and hand him to her. “It’s been forever, though. Not since I held Alex.” I sigh when I think of it. “It was the day before she died. She was only a week old.”
Allie’s entire body shudders. She knows how my sister lost her infant daughter. “I… I’m really tired, Asher. It’s been a long day. And this one needs to have a bottle.”
I study her as she goes into the kitchen. She’s been all over the place tonight. Changing from cold to hot and back to cold at the drop of a hat. I come up behind her, kissing her bare shoulder. “Our flight leaves at nine. This is probably goodbye.”
“Okay.” She pulls a bottle out of the fridge.
Okay?
“So, I guess I’ll see you in a few weeks? I already have a business trip planned for May eighth.”
“Sounds good.”
I walk around to her front so she has to look at me. “Allie, we just made love. The least you can do is kiss me goodbye.”
“Sorry. It’s just that he’s really hungry.”
I look down at a very content baby. Then, over the top of his head, I pull her close. “I’m hungry too.”
When I kiss her, it’s not like before. I guess she’s concerned about doing this and holding Mitchell. The kiss is over all too soon.
And even before I’m out the door, I miss her.