Page 15 of Until Now
“Hey, guys,” I say, loading my pack.
“Hello,” Maxen says.
He doesn’t try to hug or cheek kiss me. I’m glad. He doesn’t know how unusual it is for me to expose Bing to a man I’m interested in. Technically it has never happened.
They enter the room, and Hunter gives a passing glance at the dog.
“You know McFly,” Bing says. “You’re the first one here. I’ve got everything set up in the garage. Let’s go.”
“Are you a musician too?” I ask.
“No.”
Bing weighs in. “He may be able to sing. We need a singer.”
What am I missing here? This shy, wounded boy is going to audition to be the lead singer? Wonder if Maxen knows. By his expression, it’s surprising news to him too.
“That’s great. Have fun, boys,” I say, walking to Maxen’s side.
But they’re gone before I can say another word. Leaving us alone with only McFly as a witness. He’s got an eye and a pissy look on my guest. Maxen turns and lifts my chin.
“Hello, you.”
His arm slides around my waist, and he gently brings me against him.Oh, hell yes!
“What do you think you’re doing?” I protest without one hint of real pushback.
“This.”
His lips lower to mine, and he pauses there, just a breath away. Dark brown eyes draw me in. My pulse quickens. Then he takes the kiss, and it’s like manna from heaven or the first rain after a drought. There’s no tongue, no overt passion. There’s just this one memorable kiss that lingers when our lips part. The man has planted his flag.
There is a look on his face that I read as satisfaction. No pride involved, but happiness that what just happened happened so effortlessly. I hope my face reflects the same.
“Do that again,” I say.
This time it is another story he tells, another question asked. It begins with anticipation. A promise of what things may come. He lingers a breath away at first. Then the kiss. There’s a hunger felt, and it comes from both of us. It’s hot. And the first feel of his tongue sends an electric current down my spine. It settles in my pussy. And we don’t stop there.
Our hands touch the curves and muscles with a hunger for more. Trying to find ways of getting closer to each other. To become one being. It’s an obvious promise of what’s to come. When we stop, my head is spinning. It’s a dizziness born from pleasure, and I’ve never felt it before. I want so much more.
“You’re the woman I imagined,” he says in low tones.
My answer is to take the sides of his face in my hands. My eyes ask for more. He does not hesitate. We’re locked in a steamy embrace when Bing walks back in.
“Shit! Sorry,” he says, spinning and heading back out.
“Bing! Stop.” I say it firmly as Maxen and I break away.
Maxen mouths ‘sorry’ to me, but I shake my head, refusing his apology. It’s not needed.
Bing peeks his head around the corner of the hallway. “Mom. It’s no big deal. You didn’t scar me. Sorry I said shit.”
That brings a chuckle from my kissing partner.
“Well, that’s good. I just want you to know I wouldn’t have done that if …”
“Mom!” he interrupts. “Let’s not talk about it. Please, I beg you.” His palms come together in prayer.
“All right. We’ll talk privately.”
