I jumped in surprise when my phone rang from the floor beside the bed. In our rush to get our clothes off, I was surprised we hadn’t broken it. Hanging half off the bed, I retrieved it from my jeans pocket and answered the call, hoping to not wake Alena in the process.
“Hello?” I said as I righted myself and rolled over to face Alena, where I found her watching me with a gleam in her eye. I followed her line of vision and found that the sheet had slipped below my waist and left me completely exposed. I smiled and looked up to find she was now looking directly at me, biting her lower lip.
“Noah.” A soft voice came from the phone pressed to my ear, and I remembered I had a phone call.
“Uh, yeah,” I said before clearing my throat to try to take my focus off my growing erection. “It’s me.”
“Hey,” Stacey said, sounding timid. “I hate to bother you, but I think Austin left his blanket at your house. I tried to convince him that he could go one night without it, but he won’t budge. He’s got a severe attachment to it.”
I scanned the room and saw the familiar piece of green material dotted with a firetruck pattern. “Yeah, it’s here. Do you want me to run it into town?”
“No, actually, if it’s okay, I was already in my car on the way over. I was hoping to save time by just calling you from the road. He’s exhausted and kind of turning into a little grizzly bear.” She laughed.
“Yeah, sure. See you soon.” I ended the call and turned to face Alena.
“Stacey is on her way over,” I said. Alena cocked an eyebrow in question, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. She was fucking adorable. “Austin forgot his blanket and he needs it.”
Alena’s hard look softened at the mention of my son needing something, and that warmed my heart.
“What do you say we get up, get dressed, and maybe have dinner? Maybe meet back here in a couple hours for a repeat of earlier?” I wagged my eyebrows suggestively, and she smiled brightly. Her smile did shit to me, made me weak and willing to give her whatever she asked for.
“I think that sounds perfect.” She leaned over me and kissed me, gently nipping at my lower lip. “Especially the part about the repeat.” Now she was the one wagging her eyebrows.
I watched in awe as she crawled over me and strutted off toward my bathroom, gathering her clothes on the way. Fucking hell, I was in trouble with this one.
***
I slipped on my clothes and quickly made my way to the living room, where I stood by the front door, watching through the small window at the side, hoping to make the exchange before Alena emerged from the bedroom.
The moment I felt her arms slip around my waist and her palms sneak beneath the hem of my shirt, I shivered. Closing my eyes, I focused on controlling the urge to turn around and take her against the wall. Her touch lit me on fire like no woman’s ever had before.
A soft knock made me jerk in surprise, and Alena buried her face against my back, laughing softly. I could only shake my head at her. She obviously knew she could get my mind racing—and my body.
Her laughter stopped, and she pressed her lips to the center of my back, between my shoulder blades. “I’ll just go get dinner ready for us,” she said as she stepped back and moved toward the kitchen.
Most women would have stayed right there, hoping to prove a point, stake a claim, or whatever the hell you want to call it. But Alena left without another word, not even a glance over her shoulder as she disappeared around the corner.
I opened the front door to find Stacey wrapped in what looked like a robe. She had on pajama pants, a pair of fuzzy boots, and a beanie. Not the look I was accustomed to when it came to her.
“Hey,” she said as she looked down at her appearance and rocked back on the heels of her boots. “Forgive the attire. It’s movie night, and I didn’t see the point in changing.”
“I’m all for comfort,” I replied as I held out Austin’s blanket.
“Thanks. This will make tonight go a whole lot smoother.” She offered me another smile as she took the blanket and stepped back. “Again, I’m really sorry if I interrupted your night.”
“No such thing as an interruption when it comes to something my son needs,” I assured her, and I could tell she felt the same way.
“Well, enjoy the rest of your night,” she added as she turned and began walking back down the steps toward her running car.
“You too,” I hollered after her. “Drive safe.”
She waved over her shoulder as she crawled inside her little red car.
I closed the front door as she began backing down the drive. When I turned, I found Alena rounding the corner with plates and silverware in hand. She offered me a wink as she began setting the table.