Page 44 of Back in the Saddle

Taylor held my gaze as she stood and moved in close. “Maybe it was the wake up call I needed. Maybe it made me think about what I was doing wrong.”

I reached for her hands and held them tight. Hers were clammy. Fuck, this was scary. I’d moved halfway around the world for her without even the slightest hesitation. We’d been together for over twenty years. I knew how good it could be, but I also knew how bad. If this didn’t work, bad could be worse. But if I didn’t try, why did I get married in the first place? Through the good and bad, right?

She smiled. “Maybe Mum telling me to pull my head out of my arse helped.”

I laughed.

She moved in closer, nudging her way between my legs. “So, the other night when we were reminiscing with the kids, you skimmed over our first kiss.”

Heat travelled through me. This is not how I imagined this meeting going.

“There are some things our children don’t need to hear,” I said.

“Maybe we should recreate it.”

“Are you feeling cold?” My voice was husky.

I pulled her in closer. She wrapped her arms around my neck. As soon as our lips met, I was lost in her like I’d been that first day. Our lips moved in unison; every movement was more desperate than the last. I grabbed her arse, pulling her closer at the same time I pushed my hard dick against her. I wanted her more today than I had that first day. Because today I knewexactly what it felt like when I was inside her. And fuck, it was good.

I slipped my tongue in, probing hers. Her moan vibrated through me. I untucked her shirt and my hands slid up her back to her bra which I unclasped in record time. I ran my right hand under the material, moving it around to the front, finding her breast and squeezing it. Taylor’s lips paused. She gasped, and I captured her rushed breath with my mouth. My dick got harder. I didn’t even know it was possible.

“Taylor,” I murmured. There were more words running around my head like wild horses but I couldn’t catch them.

She pulled away. Her breaths were shaky. “I don’t remember you doing that the first time.”

“I wanted to see if perfection could be improved upon.”

She stepped away. Her face was flushed as she did her bra up and tucked her shirt back in.

I raised my eyebrows. “Well?”

“It’s fair to say my panties are wet.” She looked between my legs at my obvious hard on and smirked. “I don’t need to ask if it was good for you.”

“I wonder what else we can improve upon.”

It had been a long time since we’d been intimate, months before our breakup. I was lonely in the marriage and lonely in bed.

“I wonder.” She spun around and walked out, right through the open door. A millisecond later she reappeared and with a sultry smile, said, “I look forward to it.”

I metthe kids as they pulled into the carport.

“Is she here?” Isabelle asked as she threw her door open.

I nodded. “Aye. Inside, ready and waiting.”

She yanked her bag out of the backseat and rushed off ahead. Callum soon followed.

“Isabelle. Callum,” Mam called out in her strong Dublin accent.

“Mamo,” Isabelle said as she embraced her.

Mam grabbed Callum and pulled him into their hug. She drew away and studied them both, smoothing down their hair. “It has been too long. You look prettier in person.” She brushed her fingers across Callum’s cheeks. “You have freckles like your mother.”

“It’s all the sun,” Isabelle joked. “Not like Ireland.”

Mam looked out the window. “It’s not that warm here today.”

Callum laughed. “It’s the middle of winter.”

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