“I hate that I missed it all,” Keegan says, taking my hand in his and walking us over to the couch. Since Sierra is working, we have the place to ourselves.
We sit close together, our bodies right up against one another, and it feels comfortable, natural, almost as if no time has passed. “I hate that you missed it all,” I tell him back. “I have tons of photo albums and videos I can show you one day.”
“I would love that,” he says, his thumb massaging circles into the sensitive spot between my thumb and pointer finger. I glance down and watch for a few seconds. When my eyes lift, our gazes lock, and I swipe my tongue along my bottom lip, suddenly nervous. His eyes flicker to my wet lips, and I take in a deep breath, wondering if he’s going to kiss me.
I don’t have to wonder for long, because the next second, Keegan leans in and our mouths connect. And for several long seconds, we stay like this—his strong lips brushing against my soft ones. I don’t realize how nervous I truly was, until I release a hard exhale and a soft moan escapes my lips. Keegan takes it as his cue to deepen the kiss, and his tongue pushes through my lips and into my mouth. His hand leaves mine and comes up to grip the side of my neck, and I move closer, my body sinking into his.
Our mouths tangle, our tongues duel, and before I know what’s happening, Keegan is lifting me into his lap so my legs are straddling his. His mouth leaves mine, and he trails open-mouthed kisses along the column of my neck and down my throat. It’s been so long since I’ve been kissed and touched that my body goes haywire, craving more of Keegan.
As if he knows what I’m thinking, he fists my mane, jerking my head to the side. His lips crash against my neck and he suckles on my overheated flesh. My center grinds down on him, and I can feel his bulge through his pants. Remembering what that bulge is capable of, I grind down harder, my fingers gripping the back of his neck.
“Jesus, fuck,” he murmurs, his lust-filled eyes meeting mine for a second before his lips once again fuse to mine.
And then a raspy sleep-riddled voice speaks out, “Mommy, I’m thirsty,” and I’m being thrown backward and onto the floor. My ass hits the ground, hard, and Keegan jumps to help me up.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” he whispers, pulling me into a standing position. “I heard his voice and…” When he sees my face split into a smile, he breathes. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” I laugh at having been almost caught making out with Keegan by our son.
“You kissed Daddy,” Zane says through a giggle, and Keegan snorts out a laugh. Well, I guess we did get caught after all.
“Let’s go get you a drink and then I’ll make you lunch,” I tell Zane, taking the coward’s way out and not acknowledging what he’s said. He’s still half asleep. Hopefully he’ll forget what he saw.
After we eat lunch, and I give Zane a bath to get all the sand off him, we spend the rest of the day hanging out at the house. Keegan doesn’t say he has anywhere else he needs to be, and I don’t ask him. We watch TV shows with Zane, play Legos, and Keegan offers to order dinner in. When it’s time for Zane to go to bed, he insists Keegan read him his book, so I use the time to clean up around the house.
About twenty minutes later, while I’m wiping down the counters, strong arms snake around my waist, and then I’m being lifted onto the counter I just cleaned. “He’s asleep,” Keegan says, just before he brushes his lips against mine softly. He parts my legs and steps between them. “My mom texted and asked if tomorrow would work for you. She said she wants to make lunch and invited Sierra to come as well.”
“Tomorrow is good,” I tell him, running my fingers through his short yet messy hair. “I’m not sure if Sierra has to work, but I’ll let her know.” Moving my hands down to the sides of Keegan’s face, I lean forward to kiss him. He surprises me when he darts his tongue out and licks across my top lip and then my bottom one. My center clenches, my body aching to finish what we started earlier.
“I want you,” I tell him. His response is to bite down on my fleshy lip. “Keegan!” I giggle. “That hurt.”
“I can’t help it,” he murmurs. “You taste so fucking good.” His mouth moves to my neck and he bites down on the flesh just above my pulse point, eliciting a moan from me. I can’t believe we’re here. In my kitchen with Keegan touching me. I fantasized about it so many times, but I never thought it would actually happen.