Page 22 of Ice Palace Prince
He brushed his lips against mine. “Ok.”
I watched the street lights as Lowell drove, but even as I searched within myself, there wasn’t a shred of doubt.
We ended up in a cute little subdivision of southwest-style houses a few minutes later and pulled into the driveway of one of the first ones.
“You live here?” I asked, thinking of my small apartment.
Lowell chuckled. “Perk of the job. We were the major contractor for the subdivision. I actually designed the layout for my house, and my dad worked out a deal that I got mine at cost once the rest of the plots were sold. The only thing was I had to let it be a model home until then.”
“Wow…”
He leaned across and brushed his lips over my cheek. “Want to come in?”
I smiled. “Yes.”
Lowell helped me from the car, then led me inside. His home was warm and cozy, but by the layout I immediately knew that it was too big for one person.
“You live alone?” I asked.
He nodded. “I do, but I knew when I had the opportunity to buy the house that I’d eventually want a family. For now I have a home office and guest room, but one day I hope to see kids in those rooms.”
My heart fluttered.
Then he led me to the living room, and confusion washed over me.
“Coffee?” he offered. “Wine?”
I blinked, trying to figure out what was going on.
Lowell kissed me gently. “Your eyes are still red from crying. Besides, the best sex starts way before the bedroom.”
I considered for a moment, then nodded. “Wine.”
He smiled. “Red or white?”
“Red.”
“Have a seat, and I’ll be right back.”
I looked around and decided that the couch was the best spot.
A moment later Lowell returned with two glasses of red wine and took a spot beside me. I took a drink, trying to decide what we should talk about.
Instead I had the desire to be on his lap. It was just a stray thought, but sitting beside me was too far.
I decided. He’d been nothing but supportive, and wasn’t going to push me faster than I wanted to go. But I could show him that I was ready. I shifted, and enjoyed the noise of surprise Lowell made when I moved to sit on one of his legs instead.
Then his arm wrapped around my waist to steady me, and I knew in my core that it had been the right move.
It was time for me to admit my own desires, and to believe that I deserved them.
I leaned in and brushed my lips over his before pulling back to see his reaction.
Lowell’s eyes were dark with desire, lips parted in invitation for more.
Years of desire coalesced, and I kissed him again, deeper that time. I slipped my tongue into his mouth, tasting the wine mingled with his breath.
Lowell’s free hand plunged into my hair, moving me so that he could deepen the kiss, and I moaned into it.
