Page 33 of The Homemaker

“Nope. Feels pretty good.” She slid off the seat and slipped on her sunglasses.

“Cool. Well, enjoy your ride.”

“Thanks.” She grabbed my shirt and pulled me to her while wearing a grin.

“Ouch,” I said when she tried to kiss me because the helmet’s sun visor hit my forehead.

“Oh, sorry.” She snorted.

I rubbed my forehead.

She giggled. “I was going to kiss you.”

“Yeah, I caught that.”

Alice unlatched her helmet and hung it from the handlebar. Then she lifted onto her toes and grabbed the back of my neck so she could kiss my forehead where the visor hit it. But I didn’t need my boo-boo kissed; I needed to taste the inside of her mouth, so I did just that.

“Hi,” I whispered over her lips, then kissed her. Andbefore I knew it, the bike fell on its side as I pulled her to my body.

She kissed me back with just as much fervor. Everything about Alice was unexpected and exciting. And I felt about her the way she felt about wine for breakfast: when in Rome …

“In …” She broke the kiss and panted while I kissed down her neck. “Inside.”

There was no need to ask me twice. I carried her into the garage and pushed the button for the door to close. She released her arms and legs from me, sliding to her feet, and turned toward the door to the backyard. I kissed her neck and snaked my hand down the front of her shorts, pressing my chest to her back.

Her breath caught, then she moaned, “Oh god, Murphy,” pressing her hands to the door.

I peeled her leggings and underwear down her legs, removing one of her shoes to free that leg. My patience vanished, hands just as eager to touch her as they were to unfasten my jeans. Gripping her beautiful ass, I spread her open and thrust inside of her.

“Murphy,” she chanted my name, arching her back and grinding into me while her fingernails scraped along the door.

It was sexy, spontaneous, and a little unhinged. I liked Alice’s unreal life just as much as my hands liked the feel of her breasts and taut nipples as I shoved her sports bra up her chest to release them.

When it was over, I hugged her back to my chest to keep her upright as her knees wobbled. “My god that was good,” I said between labored breaths.

“So good …” she mumbled with a long exhale.

I tucked myself back into my underwear before helping her get her leggings back on.

“For the record,” she said, turning toward me and adjusting her sports bra to cover her breasts again, “I meantinsidethe house.”

I glanced up, zipping my jeans. “Oh, no shit? Dang. Sorry, I got that wrong.”

“Are you really?” She narrowed her eyes.

I smirked. Some misunderstandings felt like fate.

“Well, you’ve ruined our status. Now what?” she asked, messing with her hair.

“What do you mean?” I untied her shoe and handed it to her.

She shoved her foot into it. “It’s no longer a one-afternoon stand. It’s a two-afternoons stand. And I’m not sure that’s a thing, but maybe we can make it a thing just while I’m here.”

I nodded slowly, twisting my lips to the side while doing some quick thinking. “If you can have wine with breakfast, we can have an afternoon delight.”

Laughter bubbled from her chest. “Isn’t that a song?”

“I believe so.”