Accidental Tryst Page 14

  Not to mention, he’d had a taste of the single life, and it sucked. Sure, he could make it into something audacious, but that really wasn’t him.

  Angie rose from her seat to clear the table. He got up too. “I’ll help you.”

  She paused and met his gaze, perhaps wondering if he was serious. She didn’t say a word. Just smiled and nodded.

  He loosened his tie, left it on the chair, and stacked plates from the table.

  Working side by side in their small kitchen, moving next to Angie and behind her, was energizing. Again, her ass in those jeans caught his eye. Distracting. His cock stirred at the random thoughts he had of Angie, bent over the counter.

  Fuck! He needed to do something about his libido.

  With everything cleaned and put away, Angie hung up the towel, and asked him, “Shall we go see what movies are on TV?”

  He stepped closer and shook his head. Her eyes went wide, and she smoothed her lips together.

  He cupped the side of her face in his hand. “I’ve been watching you move all night in this hot little outfit. Your ass in those tight jeans. All I can think about right now is peeling them off you and taking you in this kitchen.” His eyes motioned to the island. “Right on this counter.”

  She gasped. “The neighbors will see.”

  He placed a hand firmly over her ass and gave a squeeze. “Fuck ‘em.” And he really felt that way, but in fairness to her, he reached behind and flipped the light switches for the kitchen and the table area. The kitchen went darker, leaving only a family room table lamp on.

  “Better?” He didn’t wait for an answer before he pulled her close for a tongue kiss. She tasted like rich wine and felt hot as summer. Her arms looped around his neck and her breasts pressed against his chest. God, she felt good.

  He slid a hand down her body, over the side of her breast. His thumb roamed over her puckered nipple. She was getting turned on, and he had more to do.

  He pulled back from the kiss and moved to her jaw and neck. Her head tipped to the side, allowing his lips to roam where they wished. She smelled sweet. Delectable.

  His hands pushed her sweater up, exposing her breasts covered in an ultra-sheer lacy number. The sight of her areolas caught him off guard.

  “Damn! That’s hot.” He pressed her to the counter, arching her back, and bringing her luscious breasts closer to his mouth. He leaned forward, kissed the tops of her breasts, and sucked a nipple into his mouth right through her bra. She gasped.

  She braced her hands on the counter as he took the other nipple and played his tongue over the distended peak. “Delicious,” he said over her breast.

  His tongue coated her bra, then glossed right in the middle of her cleavage. She moaned.

  He continued his journey down her soft, smooth stomach and worked loose her jeans’ button and zipper. His cock strained against his briefs. Did she know what she did to him? Before he pushed the pants down, he stood.

  She met his eyes, and he grabbed her wrist. He pulled her hand and cupped it over his cock. “Do you feel what you do to me, Angelique?”

  Her face was flushed, and her lips parted. “Yes,” she choked out.

  He pumped into her hand a few times. It would be so easy to get carried away, like he had, many times before with her. And it couldn’t always be about him. No.

  He pulled her hand away, bringing it to his mouth, and kissed her palm.

  “Turn around, my sweet.”

  She did as he commanded. Sliding his hands over her ass, she radiated heat. He knew she would be wet and getting ready for him.

  With his fingers hooked in her jeans, he slowly peeled them down over her hips, and held them for her to step out of.

  His vision traveled to her matching lacy thong. “Your ass looks great in these.”

  She looked over her shoulder down at him. “You think so?”

  He stroked his hands up and down her legs, and leaned in to plant a kiss on her ass.

  He simply nodded. From his crouched position, he pushed against her lower back, positioning her torso across the granite countertop. She pulled down her sweater and rested her belly on the cool counter. He used a finger to trace over her lace thong, making his way to her warm, wet core.

  Keeping his left hand on her lower back, he slowly eased a finger under the lace to her slick sex, and heard her moan at the contact.

  He was fucking hard as a rock knowing how turned on she became. He wanted to impale her, bury himself deep inside her. On the flip side, he loved building the anticipation in her. Making her wetter by the minute.

  He hooked two fingers under the thong at her hips, and pulled the fabric down her legs. She stepped out of her panties. He pushed her legs wider, and kissed and licked the backs of her thighs. He made his way closer to her glistening center. Her musky smell turned him on, and without thinking about it, he covered a soft section of skin at the base of her ass with his mouth. He licked briefly then sucked hard.

  “Ah,” she called out.

  He held the position for several seconds, then licked over the tender spot. Before she could say a word about the mark he’d left, he moved his tongue to her exposed, waiting clit. He flicked it gently and moved his tongue through her core.

  “Mac,” she groaned.

  He repeated the motion, each time taking longer, spending move time over her swollen little bud. He felt her push back against his face as her breath hastened.

  He reached with his right hand to undo his belt and fly. He wanted to be ready when she was. Then he pushed one finger into her channel while working her with his tongue. When he pushed in another finger and twisted, he felt a tightening of her vaginal muscles. He increased the speed and felt her hips gyrate slightly against his face.

  “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she said, her voice breathy.

  Not until you are coming on my tongue.

  Mere seconds afterward, she came. Loud and sweet. He loved hearing her climax.

  Before she spiraled down, he stood and drove into her hot channel. Her muscles gripped him eagerly. She felt like heaven.

  He leaned forward to nibble at her neck. “Your pussy feels . . . so damn good.”

  He couldn’t hold out any longer. He shot his load deep inside her and gently bit the crux of her shoulder.

  Collapsing over her, he breathed hard.

  “Mmm,” she breathed. “That was so good.”

  “Definitely. I feel like a freaking teenager.”

  She chuckled.

  He kissed her neck and said, “Hold on.” He reached for some paper napkins. He handed her one and kept one to wipe off his barely relaxing erection as he pulled out.

  After she’d wiped herself, he took her napkin and tossed them. They redressed. He glanced in her direction in awe of her. The moment was freakin’ perfect.

  She made eye contact and a small smile graced her face. She studied him.

  “What?” he asked.

  She took in a breath and exhaled. “It’s different.”

  She was right. It was different—the sex, the romance, the emotion. And that’s what he’d been working toward.

  He stepped closer, took a hold of the back of her neck, leaning down to kiss her gently. “You’re right. And things are going to change around here, whenever you’re ready to let me move back in.”

  The expression on her face remained neutral, but the sparkle in her eyes was undeniable. He would chip away at the barrier she’d built around herself. He’d prove to her he’d changed—he was wiser. Things would be different between them going forward.

  “C’mon. Let’s check out the movie listings.” He tugged at her hand.

  He grabbed the remote while she flipped on the front foyer light. Instead of sitting in his recliner, as he’d always done, he sat on the sofa next to her. Again, he felt her body tense briefly. He’d surprised her, and that fact alone made him grin inside.

  He flipped through some channels, paused a few times, and finally they agreed on a come
dy. He got comfortable, mirroring her actions; he propped his feet on the coffee table, and laid his arm across the back of the sofa at her shoulders.

  * * *

  Angie was still aglow from the amazing, spontaneous sex they’d had in the kitchen. Now she sat on the sofa with Mac next to her. She thought she’d better pinch herself. Everything was going so great . . . for a second consecutive night.

  Her teeth dug into her lip. She didn’t want to get too excited. Disappointment could be right around the corner if things reverted back to the way they’d been for the last few years.

  But tonight had been different. Mac was attentive and in tune with her needs. Her desires. It was as if a switch had flipped. Something had happened with Mac, but she couldn’t be sure. Maybe it was from when they’d unintentionally had sex in his office. God, she prayed this was real. That this was truly going to last.

  She loved Mac, and being with him, in this way, made her feel . . . whole.

  As they watched the movie, laughing and chatting sporadically, Mac leaned forward and grabbed a hold of her feet.

  “Wha—”

  Mac pulled her feet onto his lap, and with a knowing grin, he began to massage them. She shifted her body and reclined to get more comfortable. One at a time, he kneaded the heels, arches, and toes.

  “Mmm,” she breathed out. What a tremendous sensation. So relaxing.

  Before she let her eyes close, she caught sight of his grin. “You like?”

  “I do. You’re being so good to me.”

  After a few more moments, she felt his warm breath tickle her cheek. “You deserve to feel good, Angie.” She opened her eyes to see his face mere inches from hers. His penetrating gaze showed only sincerity. “I took us for granted. Being without you taught me that lesson. I missed you.”

  Moisture gathered in her eyes.

  “We have so much to work on, but I don’t want to throw in the towel. I want to try harder. Bringing home the bacon and the occasional trinket from someplace I’ve been wasn’t enough.” He stroked the side of her thigh, not intending to turn her on, but as a sign of affection.

  “I need to try harder, too. I felt a distance with you, and instead of working to close the gap, I pushed you away. I walled myself in,” she confessed.

  He reached his thumb to smooth a runaway tear off her cheek. “I’ve never stopped loving you. Even when we were screaming at each other,” he grimaced, “I never stopped.”

  “I never stopped either.” She pressed her lips together and exhaled. “I’m scared.”

  “I know, baby. I am too. We have to recommit.” He laced his fingers through hers. “We can’t take each other for granted.” She nodded her agreement. “I can’t live without you again.”

  He slowly leaned forward and captured her mouth with his. With his hand on her thigh, he shifted her under him. Her hands caressed up his chest and laced behind his neck.

  After several minutes of necking, Mac broke the kiss, shifted her on her side, and maneuvered himself to lying down behind her. He snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her close.

  His semi-hard erection nudged her backside, but she decided not to mention it.

  They watched the beginnings of another movie and Angie began to doze. The past few months had been an emotional upheaval. Her body relaxed in Mac’s arms; she felt warm and safe.

  After some time passed, Angie felt Mac shift off the sofa. He hooked an arm under her legs and another under her torso. Her eyes flew open.

  “Easy, baby. I’m taking you to bed. You need to rest. The boys will be home any minute. I’ll wait up.”

  He laid her on their king-sized bed, slipped off her jeans, and covered her as he placed a peck on her cheek. She easily dozed off in the comfort of her bed.

  At some point during the night, Angie heard Mac talking with the boys. Knowing they were home safe and sound meant she could sleep.

  She felt Mac slip back into bed behind her and pull her close. He dropped a warm kiss on her shoulder. She sighed. She may have been half asleep, but one thing remained true. He was trying. He had said he wanted to recommit, and not take her for granted. He was giving her what she needed.

  She had to find a way to show him how much she appreciated all his efforts.

  She smiled inside as she drifted off into sensual, passionate dreams.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  As Mac dug through the fridge for breakfast foods, he noticed some things had changed. Turkey bacon had replaced their usual brand. The eggs were organic. More vegetables filled the crisper drawers. He knew their diet hadn’t been bad before, but from the looks of it, Angie had decided it could be better. He smiled.

  Mac prepared breakfast, the image of Angie in his arms, bathed in soft satin, replaying in his mind. Those sheets were a pleasant surprise. He loved that she’d thought of him and planned something special.

  As soft as the sheets were, they couldn’t hold a candle to Angie. Her skin felt supple and warm to his touch. He could steep in the feel, the touch, and the smell of her. Their weekend together was unparalleled. Her writhing beneath his tongue, whimpering when his fingers entered her, and moaning when he drove balls deep into her.

  He was mad with wanting her. It had been years since he’d felt this fucking good.

  She must have smelled the brewing coffee, because after just a few minutes she appeared in the kitchen.

  “Good morning,” she greeted him.

  He smiled. She wore a fluffy fleece robe he’d bought for her several Christmases ago. Her hair was slightly disarrayed, and her eyes sparkled. She looked good enough to carry back to bed for several hours of love making.

  And if he didn’t have so much work to do, that’s where they’d be heading.

  “Good morning.” He leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Coffee’s ready. How do you feel about an omelet for breakfast?”

  Her lips curved in the sweetest little smile. He knew what she was thinking: He rarely makes breakfast. Well, things were about to change. Plain and simple.

  “An omelet sounds good.”

  She retrieved a cup from the cabinet and filled it. Then she reached for his cup and topped it off.

  “Thank you.”

  He savored this quiet time together. Soon enough the boys would be up and the spell would be broken.

  Once he served the eggs and bacon, they sat and chatted about nothing much over breakfast. He shared that he needed to head to the office for a few hours to knock some things off his list. He could sense something was on her mind. Is she mad because I have to work on a Sunday?

  Finally, she spoke. “Mac, I’ve been giving it some thought.” She brought her head up to meet his eyes. “Maybe you should think about moving back into the house.”

  The words were music to his ears. An answered prayer. He sat in silence for a while and then let his lips curve upward. “I’m making you an omelet again tomorrow, unless you’d prefer pancakes, or French toast, or scrambled eggs.”

  She grinned. “I’ll take that as a yes. And you don’t have to make me breakfast, but,” she swiped her bottom lip, “I can see you’re trying. I’ll try harder, too, Mac. I want us to work on this marriage and the only way is together. I may be jumping the gun, but that’s what my gut tells me.”

  He reached over, took her hand, and kissed the back gently. “I would love to move back in. I realized I’d stopped trying, and that’s not happening again.” He meant the words, and he hoped she believed him. “You cooked, cleaned, did most of the boys’ school things, helped more with their homework, did the grocery shopping, and ran the errands. I promise to start sharing some of that load.”

  Tears welled in her eyes, and he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. Had he said too much?

  * * *

  He gets it. She wanted to cry for years of not being understood, of not having him hear her, and now his words were like a soothing balm on her heart. The tears gathered, unshed, until that last promise to share the load. She blinked an
d they streamed down her cheeks.

  He swiftly wiped her cheeks with his thumbs and shifted closer. “Angie, don’t cry.”

  A sob escaped.

  “God, Angie. Tell me you’re okay.” He scooped her onto his lap, and wrapped his arms around her.

  “I’ve waited to hear those words. Waited to feel this good. I want us to work. More than I ever realized.” She sniffled.

  “I’m sorry. I took you for granted. You’ll never wonder again how much I love you.” He placed his lips over hers and kissed her gently.

  She cupped her hands to his face, kissing him back. He felt so good, and her body responded to him, to his kiss.

  His tongue connected with hers and reignited the fire from last night. She felt his subtle bulge at her hip.

  The kiss heated, and grew deeper. The low groan traveled from his throat to her belly, spreading a warmth to her limbs. A thrill raced through her knowing he was turned on because of her.

  She shifted and felt his cock pressing into her side.

  “Ang,” he breathed into her neck.

  “Mmm.”

  “Come with me. Shower.” He pulled the sash of her robe loose.

  She backed away, adding distance, and meeting his eyes. “Mac, you’re crazy. There’s no room for both of us.”

  His hand slipped under the fabric to find her completely naked. “Look. You’re already ready.” He grinned.

  She grabbed his wrists and stood, scooting her bottom off his lap. As enticing as the idea of getting naked and wet with him was, it was very unrealistic. The boys were asleep upstairs.

  He playfully narrowed his eyes. “Are you denying me?”

  She bit on her lip. “Mac, maybe we—”

  He didn’t allow her to finish her thought. In a swift move, his hands cupped her face and his mouth over hers.

  He claimed her, dominated her. His muscular body, the soft cotton of his T-shirt, brushed her sensitive, excited nipples.

  “Arms around my neck, and legs around my waist, Angie,” he commanded her without breaking their precious contact.

  Oh hell. She swung her arms over his shoulders, holding on, while she lifted one leg. His arms slipped under her robe, clutched her ass cheeks, and hauled her up into his hold. She crossed her ankles behind him.