“Molly, don’t open that door until I’m there!” I yell, coming off the couch quickly.
“Too late,” I hear and my nerves flutter like a million butterflies in my gut, rooting me in place.
“Mommy! Mommy! Leelee is here . . . and, and . . . and HE HAS FLOWERS!”
A head to toe tingle starts taking over my body. My lips curve and I move forward with the largest beaming grin on my face.
I walk forward and around the wall that separates the living room from the front door and stop dead at the sight that meets me.
Lee is holding my daughter in his strong arms while her face—bright with the happiness she is feeling—is stuffed into a small bundle of light pink roses. I look from her with wonderment to Lee’s arm that isn’t holding her tight to see another bundle—this one much larger—of more roses.
I don’t move.
His brow tips up and I know he’s wondering if he overstepped. This big, confident man that has gone after me with steadfast determination, is actually unsure and that has my feet moving before I can even process a single move I make. When my body hits his, the force of which I clearly didn’t process, he rocks back slightly before his arm comes up and wraps around my shoulders. I reach out and pull my arms around both him and Molly, then shove my head into his neck.
“If you brought bubblegum, I swear I’ll cry right now,” I mumble into his skin before both Molly and I laugh so hard he has no choice but to hold onto us both a little tighter.
“SHE ASLEEP?”
Megan drops down to the couch and curls into my side.
“Yes, finally. However I’m pretty sure she isn’t sleeping heavy since she is still riding her Lee high.”
I laugh, “Lee high?”
She comes up with her elbow pressed to the back of the couch and her hand against my chest, “Yes! Apparently the ‘Lee high’ is just as intoxicating to her as it is to me. This isn’t funny,” she snaps when my head goes back and I laugh. Hard.
“Darlin’ that’s the funniest thing I’ve heard. Lee high,” I chuckle.
“Whatever,” she gripes, moving her body to rest against mine again.
“Give me your mouth, Megan. I’ve missed it.”
She shivers against my side. Her head snaps up and without giving her a second to think, my mouth comes down and I take her lips.
Just like I’ve been craving to do since she turned the corner earlier and stopped dead. But I wasn’t worried because she had an expression on her face that I’ve been waiting to see.
The pain wasn’t there anymore.
Not a single sliver of it had a hold on her beautiful body.
The weight of the world, off her shoulders, and even through her shock I could tell that she was . . . happy.
Bringing my hand up, I push my fingers into the silky hair on her nape and turn her head slightly so that I can deepen the kiss. Her tongue comes out, slowly, and slides against mine. Her head tilts and even though she doesn’t move past her hands curling into my side and chest, with just one swipe of her tongue against mine, the hunger in that kiss grows. My cock swells against my pants and I know I’m in serious danger of this kiss becoming out of control when I feel her scissor her legs together.
Fuck me.
My girl can kiss.
Pulling back slightly, not removing my lips from hers, I give her a few light pecks. Not only to bring her back down from the rush I hope to fuck is burning through her body too, but pray it’s enough to squash the urge scorching my blood, to sink my cock deep into her body.
Fuck me.
“I can smell you and, darlin’, I’ve never thought it would be possible to want you more than I already do. Fuck, I crave you, Megan.”
“Oh, God,” she sighs and those damn legs start moving against each other again.
“I want nothing more than to lay you down, strip you bare, and worship every delicious inch, but that isn’t happening tonight. I have no doubt this will cost me huge, but not tonight.”
Her head comes down and crashes into my neck and I feel her nod.
“When Molly is used to me being around. When the excitement isn’t so new and we know she’s handling us, handling the knowledge that I will not be going anywhere, then we play. But until then, we wait until she isn’t just a room away.”
She nods again and her fingers curl even tighter, letting me know that I’m not the only one that is suffering right now.
“I need you to stop rubbing your thighs together, darlin’. Fuck me.”
Her body shakes and when she pulls her head from my neck, her lips pulled in and I can tell she’s about to lose her hold on her laughter.
“You have no idea how bad I want to fuck you, Megan,” I tell her in a tone that came out harsher than I meant.