When it ended, they were both gasping for air. But he held her until the world settled. She brushed her cheek against his chest, and listened to his heart thunder. Her own heart was beating a similar tattoo.
“Well,” he managed to croak out.
“Well, what?” she asked, her breathing beginning to return to normal.
“Any other barriers to my pursuit? Is there anything else I should know about?” he asked when she tilted her head to look at him again. He nipped her chin, his lips making their way to her ear. He swirled his tongue around her lobe.
She groaned her pleasure and then answered. “Other than me going to jail for a very long time?” she whispered as she leaned into the sweet delicious sensations he was evoking within her.
“Yes, other than that?” he asked whispering in her ear.
“No,” she moaned.
“Good,” he murmured as his lips found hers again in another punishing kiss that had her reeling.
This kiss left her breathless. She soaked it in. It went on and on, both of them so hungry for each other.
He did eventually end it, but held her pressed to his body for a few moments longer.
“We can’t deny there is something there, Ronnie. I admit it is not good timing. But you shouldn’t deny yourself a little fun, the chance to feel, or to experience pleasure. I don’t know what this is Ronnie; I’d love to find out, but I’ll respect your choice. I promise though, if you are worried about it still, you are not a one night stand to me. Even last summer. It never would have been then, either.”
Ronnie was too choked to speak. If only . . . . She was glad he was still holding her and couldn’t see her face at the moment. She burrowed deeper into him hiding her thoughts.
“Ronnie?” He asked wanting, no, needing to know what she was thinking. He felt her arms tighten around him. Nothing ever felt better in his life. But, he still craved those words.
He heard her clear her throat. She was getting ready to speak. “So, um, a milkshake then. Later, if your offer is still good,” she whispered into his chest.
Ronnie felt the laughter before she heard it. It expanded out from him. The rumble of it made her squeeze him, and he returned the embrace.
“Oh Ronnie baby, that offer is most assuredly still good. I’ll take you for a milkshake any time.” He kissed the top of her head, and whispered, “Anywhere.”
***
Jay walked in exhausted from a long day at the airport around six o’clock, but it was nice to see Lou looking happy making dinner with her daughter. He’d been very worried about his wife since this mess started over a week ago. Actually, he’d noticed some weight loss, and despite her ample breasts she didn’t have a whole heck of a lot of weight on her. But seeing her smiling and laughing made him feel better. He worked at the airport on Saturdays, but had Sunday and Monday off, and he planned on pampering Lou. Between her job and her daughter’s crisis, he could see the stress was taking its toll.
“How’re my girls?” he asked, setting his keys and baseball cap advertising the Oakland Raiders on the table by the door.
“Very good,” Lou imparted and put down the knife she was using to chop vegetables for the salad. She started towards him.
He met her half way. “Glad to hear it,” he murmured against her cheek, planting a soft kiss just in front of her ear. “Mmm, smells good.”
“Me or the pasta?” she teased, softly kissing him in return.
“Both,” he laughed, patting her rear when she turned back to the kitchen.
“Veronica wanted pasta, fettuccini, and we also made a salad. I’ve grilled some shrimp too,” she laughed as he trailed her to the kitchen, jacking a shrimp from the platter and popping it into his mouth.
“Hey, now. Wait for dinner,” she chastised as she turned to the refrigerator and got him a bottle of Michelob.
He popped the top and sipped at it, leaning up against the counter as the girls finished up the salad. He couldn’t help but notice Ronnie appeared a little too dressed up for a causal dinner at home, but he didn’t say anything. The blue peasant blouse she wore was extremely cute, and revealing. The stretchy grey material of her skirt showed off her assets. He wondered if they were having company tonight. She also had on a bit of makeup which to him was a dead giveaway. God, help Nikko. He had his hands full, literally and figuratively.
“You look nice,” he remarked.
She smiled and thanked him. “I’m going out later,” she answered, proving his assumptions correct.
Jay looked over her head at her mother whose eyes widened, but shoulders shrugged.
He couldn’t help himself. He never could. He was known for his smart mouth and his incessant teasing.