Page 52 of Seasoned
Trying to fight a laugh, Adelaide ended up snorting and Hector glanced at her.
“I’m sorry,” she said, covering her mouth. “But I’d forgotten how much you liked to be prepared.”
A smile broke out on his face, then he laughed, too. Falling back against the sofa, he ran his fingers through his thick dark hair. “Shit. What am I doing?”
Adelaide spoke quietly to him. “What you always do. Take care of a problem. There’s nothing wrong with that, but the kids will be fine.”
She ached to run a hand over his head the way she used to, to reassure him when he was worried about work or starting the business, or whatever else plagued his mind. But she kept her hands to herself, her palm still burning from when she’d touched him moments before.
“You always could rein me in when I got out of control.” He touched her finger and their eyes met in the ensuing silence.
“We balance each other.”
The next move she half-expected. His eyes became hooded and she knew that look, so when he leaned toward her, she leaned toward him, too.
6
The second Adelaide leaned toward him, Hector was on her. Quick and harsh, his mouth covered hers, his libido breaking through what little restraint he’d managed to keep in place while talking to her. Laughing with her. Fantasizing about taking her against the counter when she bent to put the dishes away.
The taste of her was like the top shelf whiskey that he couldn’t get enough of. He was drowning in the sensation of the kiss. His dick thickened and his blood pulsed hot as he pushed her back against the arm of the sofa. She tasted like heaven, and when her tongue touched the edge of his mouth, he groaned and sucked that pink tease between his lips.
Her fingers weaved into his hair, as if she’d simply been waiting for an excuse to grab it. And he kissed her throat, tasting her sweet skin and filling his nostrils with the heady scent of her perfume.
One hand cupped her breast and squeezed, while the other smoothed up her throat and closed. He held her in place as her nails scraped at his back, and the urge to claim tightened his neck muscles as he devoured her lips. She moved under him, legs opening, hips tilting up to his and grinding in a frantic show of wanton need.
He wanted to fuck her so bad he couldn’t think straight. He pushed the T-shirt higher, anxious for a glimpse of rosy brown nipples. When his lips covered one breast through the sheer lace, she gasped and bowed her back, pushing harder against him.
“Hector,” she whispered.
“I know. I know.”
His voice was hoarse against her breasts, his need untenable as he sucked the thin material and her nipple transformed into a tighter bead in his mouth. Her bra became soaked as he continued to feast and his hand held her arched throat so she couldn’t move from under his control.
Kissing his way down her belly, Hector marveled at how her skin was so damn soft, and she smelled so good.
With a rough tug he unsnapped her jeans and—
The front door slammed. Everything came to a halt.
He lifted his head and met Adelaide’s wide-eyed stare.
Hector swore and they moved at the same time, scrambling apart like guilty teenagers, their breathing shallow like marathon runners.
“Mom!” Daniel called.
Adelaide tugged down her shirt and fastened her jeans with trembling fingers. “I’m—” She cleared her throat and jumped up from the sofa. “I’m in here. W-with your father.”
She took several steps away and shot a glance at Hector before turning toward the open doorway.
Elbows to knees, Hector felt his erection die a slow death. Pressing his face into his hands, he fought back his body’s demand to drag Adelaide into the bedroom and finish what they’d started.
Daniel entered the room. “Hey, what are you guys up to?” he asked.
Hector dropped his hands and looked at his son.
“We were talking about you and Jamie,” Adelaide answered.
Hector still couldn’t speak. His gaze dragged over his ex-wife’s bottom and he bit back a groan at the way her nipples had felt in his mouth. Hard and downright delicious as he sucked them through the sheer material of her bra. He wished he’d taken her bare flesh into his mouth and had the full pleasure of that tight peak against his tongue.
