Page 64 of Seasoned
She slipped out of her underwear, and he pushed the nightshirt high on her waist and entered her with one smooth stroke. Pleasure slashed through her abdomen. She gasped. The muscles in his back and legs flexed under her hands. Gripping his back and wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, the lower part of her body lifting frantically against his.
Adelaide came with a sharp cry, and he came with a loud groan, muscles quivering from the intensity of their lovemaking.
When he rolled off of her, they finally settled down to sleep again.
Spent but satisfied.
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Adelaide’s fingers wandered through Hector’s tousled dark hair as he slept, gently so she wouldn’t wake him. She couldn’t believe she could touch him again the way she wanted to.
She eased out of bed and picked up the discarded clothes from the night before. She went over to the walk-in closet and tossed them in the hamper. Then, slipping on her robe, she tightened the belt around her waist.
Before entering the bathroom, she took a good look at Hector, sprawled across the mattress, bare chest lifting up and down, one arm flung away from his body in abandon, his norm. He was a bed hog and had denied it for years until she took a picture one day and showed him the evidence.
Shaking her head but smiling, Adelaide walked quietly into the bathroom, splashed water on her face, and started brushing her teeth. She planned to make a nice breakfast and then relax on the sofa for a movie marathon with Hector, the way they used to. She wondered if he would be open to the idea or if he had to go home right away.
As she brushed her teeth, Hector shuffled naked into the bathroom, his hair a mess and his eyes half closed.
“Morning,” he mumbled.
Her poor baby. Definitely not a morning person.
She watched his bare bottom as he moved over to the toilet, lifted the lid, and proceeded to pee with one arm propped against the wall for balance. When he finished, he flushed the toilet and then dragged over to the second sink beside her.
“What?” He squinted at her, half asleep as he washed his hands.
“Nothing.” Adelaide hadn’t realized she’d been staring, but he was acting so normal. She set down the brush and rinsed out her mouth. “You look tired,” she said.
“I am.” Hector turned off the water. He dried his hands and then kissed the side of her neck. “Come back to bed.”
He hooked a finger in the belt of her robe and pulled her after him. He used to do that all the time—hook his fingers in the waistband of her jeans or slacks and pull her with him or toward him for a kiss.
Breakfast could wait as she indulged in renewed intimacy with her former husband.
They cuddled in the bed and soon fell asleep again.
Adelaide yawnedas she and Hector entered the kitchen.
“I can eat a couple of horses,” Hector said.
“Me, too.”
After snuggling and falling asleep, they woke up later and made love and dozed off again until hunger drove them from the bed. Adelaide took out the pots and dishes they’d need to prepare brunch.
They worked together in perfect harmony as Hector prepared the one dish he’d perfected—French toast with cream cheese and thinly sliced strawberries. Adelaide worked on poached eggs and fresh fruit.
“Inside or outside?” he asked.
“Outside,” she said. She hadn’t enjoyed breakfast outside in a while, and doing so with him would be perfect.
“What do you have planned for the weekend?” Hector asked as he worked at the stove.
Adelaide cut up the fruit on the counter beside him. She could have gone to another spot in the kitchen but wanted to stay close and experience the occasional brush of his arm as they worked together.
“Selena invited me over to her house to hear Nicky’s newest composition.”
“And you’re going?” Hector glanced at her.
