“How about we just listen to some music?” he suggests.
“That sounds perfect.” I turn on the all-music channel and turn the volume low, so that it lightly floats around us. I’m sitting here, not exactly sure what to do, even though I know that I want to kiss him again. My thoughts and plans of how I want to proceed are interrupted when my phone rings.
“Mommy, you didn’t call to say ‘goodnight’.”
Crap. “I’m sorry, Sadie. Are you having fun with Aunt Tiff?”
“Yes, she gave me a makeover.”
Oh, dear. My thoughts race, thinking my child must look more like a clown than a little girl. “Well, I’m glad you’re having fun. I love you, and I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Okay. I love you.”
“Love you.” I end the call, and Ashton’s looking at me, smiling.
“They seem to have perfect timing.”
“Sadie does. Trust me on that.” I set my glass of wine next to his and scoot closer to him, tucking one leg under the other, facing him.
Ashton reaches out and plays with a strand of my hair. “So, do you think I’ll get an official answer about the weekend trip? I don’t get many weekends off.”
“I’ll have to check my work schedule, but I think it’s doable.” My voice is soft. I feel my body leaning to him like a magnet.
“Good.”
His lips brush against mine, and my body tingles with anticipation. Yes, we kissed before, but this feels different. More is going to come. I mean, we’re alone in my house.
Do I want to do this?
I push into him, and my mouth opens. I taste the tangy wine as our tongues push against each other. He wraps his fingers in my hair and pulls me closer to him. I wind my arms around him. He guides me to lay on my back, and we adjust ourselves as he lies flush with my body.
Ashton’s hand leaves my hair, tracing down my neck to cup my breast. I moan as he squeezes me. His lips kiss my neck as the hand that was on my breast now plays with the hem of my shirt. His hands are softer than I thought they would’ve been as he snakes up to my bra. I arch my back and neck when he pinches my nipple through the material. I latch onto the small of his back, feeling his hardness against my pelvis.
“Lexie,” he moans when I lift my hips and rock against him. He pins me with his. Light touches trail down my waist until he cups my ass, and I throw my leg over his. Ashton kisses my lips harder this time, and I tug on his, wanting to feel more of him. But, all I feel is vibrating.
“Ashton,” I pull away from him. “Your phone.”
He growls and pulls it out of his pocket. He looks at the display and takes a deep breath. “Hey, little man.”
I faintly hear Reed’s voice on the other end, talking fast.
“I told you I would be there in the morning to have waffles with you.”
Reed continues.
“Son, we can talk about that in the morning. I love you. Now, go to bed.”
Reed keeps going.
“Reed, it’s late. I love you, and we can talk all about it in the morning when your mother and I are together.” He pauses. “Yes, I love you. Good night.” Ashton ends the call and looks down at me. “See, perfect timing.” He sighs.
“It’s okay.” I touch his cheek. Even though I still want him, the mood has lessened.
His hazel eyes are still drinking me in, but I know he feels the same way as I do. Ashton kisses me lightly on the lips before pulling me up to a standing position with him.
“I did have a good night,” I tell him.
“I did too.” He holds me closer. “Next time, I call Reed before anything starts.”