Wait for Me

“What are you doing?” I ask, stepping back as he sits on the sill and swings his feet into the room.

I moved my bedroom downstairs to the master suite last year—primarily so I could have my own bathroom and some privacy from the boys, but also for the Internet cable. Sawyer refuses to set up the wireless because he “doesn’t want us on our phones all the time,” but I’ve got a surprise for him once he leaves.

“I wanted to see you again.” Taron catches me by the waist, pulling me between his legs. “You took off after dinner.”

“I was just getting ready for bed.” I put my hands on his shoulders, and the way he’s holding me, I’m very aware I’m only wearing a thin tee and boxer shorts. “I can’t believe

you got Leon to help with the dishes.”

“It wasn’t so hard. I think he really wants to help more.”

“I think he likes you—which is saying a lot.” Tracing my fingers along the ends of his hair, I think about who else likes him… “You’re trying to spoil me.”

“I want to spoil you.”

I study his blue-green eyes studying mine. He’s so pretty, it hurts.

“Well, I’m not getting used to it.” It’s a light tease, but secretly I want to cry thinking he’ll be gone soon. It seems so unfair.

My laptop is still playing on the bed, and he lifts his chin. “How are you getting such good service?”

I step out of his hands and walk over to hit the pause button. Then I lift the cord running out of the wall. “Cable.”

“Ahh.” He nods. “What’s that you’re watching?”

“How to make peach body lotion,” I read the title proudly.

“For your store?”

“Yeah, check it out.” I go to the bathroom and grab two small jars off my vanity. When I return to the room, he’s still sitting on the ledge, smiling at me. “I made this sugar scrub.”

Opening the jar, I hold it out to him. “Smell.” He takes it while I screw the top off the smallest one and slide my finger across the face.

“You made this?”

“Yep.” Reaching out, I slide my finger across his full lips, thinking how good they felt on mine.

His eyes narrow, and he pulls back. “Did you just put makeup on me?”

“It’s a hydrating lip masque. How does it feel?”

“Hmm…” He presses his lips together. “Moist.”

“Gross!” I give his arm a push, and he laughs, pulling me to him again.

“I’ve never seen your hair down. It’s pretty.”

Feeling self-conscious, I push it behind my shoulder. “I should cut it, but I can’t find a style I like.”

“Don’t.” His brow furrows. “I like your hair long.”

Another gentle tug, and I’m closer to him, our faces a breath apart again. The heat between us sparkles in the air. My eyes go from his chin to his lips… to his eyes, which are hungry and tempting.

“Can I kiss you again?” He speaks, and heat floods my lower body.

Closing my eyes, I lift my chin and kiss him first, lightly, carefully. He takes control at once, parting my lips and sliding his tongue along mine.

I never knew a kiss could feel this way, like I’m on fire from the inside out, like I want to rip my clothes off and rip his clothes off and do all sorts of dirty things with him.