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“Big family, remember? I’ve got two cousins who are cops. If I ask, they would happily make a house call just to get that jerk out of New Orleans.”
Elisa leaned into Myra’s hand, trying to show her that this was okay and that more would be okay, too. She also let go of the other hand that Myra was still holding and movedhers to Myra’s hip, swallowing hard. Myra moved her free hand to Elisa’s other cheek and held her face with both hands now, staring into her eyes.
“Do you want to wait for that do-over date?”
“For you to kiss me?” Elisa asked and shook her head. “No, I don’t want to wait another second if–”
Myra’s lips pressed to her own then, cutting her off, and when Elisa’s brain caught up with what was happening, she finally began kissing Myra back. God, she had been missing this. Myra’s hand moved to Elisa’s hip and lightly pushed her against the counter. Elisa groaned, digging her fingers into Myra’s hip as their lips continued to dance together, and her other hand moved around Myra’s neck and under her thick braids, cupping her there to bring her in more. Elisa wanted her closer. She wanted Myra inside her, on top of her, beneath her, and everywhere else. Myra was so soft and warm, and her tongue felt like silk as it moved into Elisa’s mouth, stroking Elisa’s own and licking the back of her teeth. Myra sucking on her bottom lip caused her to moan, and before Elisa knew it, she was lifted onto the counter. Myra now stood between her spread legs and ran her hands over and under her dress, not making any move for more.
When Myra’s lips moved to her neck, Elisa felt like she wanted them to stay there and return to her mouth at the same time. She didn’t want to be thinking about her ex-husband at all right now, but he was her only point of comparison when it came to lovers, so naturally, he crossed her mind. He had never kissed her on the neck like this. In almost two decades, he had never taken the time to show her this kind of affection, to show her that he cared about what made her feel good, too, not just his own pleasure.
“Your skin tastes good,” Myra said before she nibbled on Elisa’s earlobe.
“That sounds weird,” she replied with a giggle and then wished she could have just stopped herself from saying any words because Myra pulled back and stared into her eyes.
“Yes, it does. But it sounded better in my head,” Myrareplied with a smile as she gently pushed hair behind Elisa’s ear. “You looked so beautiful tonight, Elisa. And you still do. You might even look more beautiful now that you’re on my countertop like this.” Myra winked at her.
“Yeah?” Elisa asked, teasing her a little.
“Yes. Do you want to stay here while I finish making us that coffee? We can talk more, and I’ll kiss you goodnight at your door for real this time.”
“No lame cheek kiss? Sorry about that, by the way.”
“No lame cheek kiss,” Myra replied and leaned back in. “Now that I’ve actually kissed you, I don’t plan on there being anylamekisses again.”
Elisa nodded rapidly at that, and Myra kissed her one more time before moving to finish their coffee.
CHAPTER 17
Myra had been on cloud nine all morning. Well, really, she’d been on cloud nine since that first kiss with Elisa. The woman could kiss, and they had shared a few more kisses before Myra had dropped her off at her door and given her a long goodnight kiss. That one had been great, too, and when Elisa had invited her inside through heavy breathing, Myra had actually thought about saying yes and following her in. She’d known what Elisa had meant. They wouldn’t have had another cup of coffee or even opened a bottle of wine. There would have been no talking on the sofa or watching a movie. Had Myra gone inside, they would have walked up the stairs, and she would’ve woken up in Elisa’s bed this morning.
“Hey, boss?”
“Hey!” she yelled over the sound of the saws working behind them.
“We’re almost done here. I can sign off on everything,” her foreman said. “I know you have those quotes to do back at the office.”
“Yeah? You sure you don’t need an extra set of hands?”
“No. And I didn’t the first time you asked, either.” He chuckled. “You just seemed to need something to do.”
Myra laughed, too, and said, “I like the work.”
Understatement. She needed a distraction from thinking about Elisa. She’d woken alone even earlier than normal because she had been so turned on that she hadn’t been able to sleep anymore. Myra wasn’t someone who masturbated all that regularly, maybe once or twice a month when her body needed it, but it was usually a fast process. She had a vibratorin the drawer. It was an old, battery-operated one instead of a rechargeable one because she hadn’t gotten around to replacing it, but it still did the job. She’d pulled it out that morning, and minutes later, she’d been coming and yelling Elisa’s name, hoping Elisa couldn’t hear it through the partially open window that faced her house. It had been the best orgasm Myra had had in a long time, but it still hadn’t managed to help much. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Elisa when she had gotten to the office early, and despite not being scheduled to be at a job site today, she had joined her team at one anyway and helped where she could.
Now, she was being told by the foreman that she wasn’t needed, which meant she’d be back at the office, working on those estimates and thinking about Elisa. When using power tools, Myra was completely focused on the work. It was the only way to ensure safety for herself and everyone at the site. In her office, though, staring at her computer, she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from getting distracted thinking about Elisa’s lips, which seemed to go so well with her own, and Elisa’s tongue, which had tentatively started to move inside Myra’s mouth during their last kiss of the night.
“Boss?” her foreman said again.
“Huh?”
He laughed and asked, “Are you all right today?”
“Yeah, I’m good. Sorry. I’ll get out of your hair,” she replied.
“Okay. Drive safe. Remember, the gas is on the right, and the brake is on the left.”
“Ha ha!” she said sarcastically.
