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Chapter Sixteen
Rhenn
“One more kiss may never be enough, Angel.”
Truer words have never been spoken.
Her eyes darken and I can practically see the internal war in her head. I shouldn’t say things like this, not when the end is drawing near with every passing minute. The fact still remains, our relationship has a deadline. It will come to an end, whether either of us are ready or not. Yet, even though I shouldn’t say it, I can’t make myself stop. Because at the end of the day, I know that it’s true: one more kiss will never be enough.
Needing to change the direction of our thoughts, I go with, “Let’s head outside before they all leave.”
“Sounds good,” she says, steeling her back and turning.
She doesn’t make it far before I wrap my hand around her upper arm, and I gently turn her. Her eyes are full of surprise, but it’s quickly replaced with heat. “Later, I’m totally ravishing your booty.”
Marissa’s eyes burn darker and her lush, freshly kissed lips turn upward. “Does that make me your wench, captain?” she teases, her words going straight to my cock. I’ve pretty much been a walking hard-on for more than a week now. I should probably be concerned about some long-term damage.
Reaching down and grabbing her ass – because it really is fucking phenomenal – I pull her against my body and revel in the feel of her tits pressed against my chest. “Argh.” Marissa laughs, places a quick, chaste kiss on my lips and turns to head out the door. I let her go, even though I don’t really want to. “I’ll just be another minute,” I holler after her, watching the sway of her hips as she exits her house. “Once I get this boner under control,” I grumble to myself.
“I’d offer to help, but we’re on our way out, dear. You’ll just have to take care of your lovestick solo,” Emma says from behind, startling me.
“Jesus, woman, how did you get in here?”
“I slipped in the back door. If you two were bumping uglies, I wanted to make sure you were doing it right,” she adds casually with a sweet grandmotherly smile.
Yet, no grandmother I’ve ever met is like Emma.
“You’re a dirty ol’ woman,” I snort with a laugh, shaking my head.
“You speak the truth, Rhenn Burleski. Now, come give Emma a big hug so I can pinch your ass one last time before we go,” she says, approaching with her hands out.
I should run the other way, but I know she means it in good fun.
Horny ol’ woman.
She does, in fact, pinch my ass, as I give her a parting hug. “Come on, let’s go find your husband. I bet he’s anxious to get everyone on the road.”
“He’s more disappointed that we’re riding with Brian and Cindy. Road-head used to be one of his favorites,” she replies with that ornery gleam in her eyes.
I laugh. “Back when you were younger?” I bet they have stories for days.
“Younger? Shoot, Rhenn. Last Tuesday.”
* * *
After the third load of laundry is pulled from the dryer and folded, I put all the clean clothes back in the bag, minus the khaki shorts and polo I’ve changed into for tonight. It’s just after six and I’m starving. Not only for food, but for Marissa. She’s been in her room, packing another night bag and getting ready for dinner. There’s a small steakhouse in town that Jensen said was good, so I plan to take her there. Then, we’ll come back here to grab the bags and head off to my boat.
For the night.
Just as the last towel is placed in the bag, her bedroom door opens. Marissa steps out wearing a light pink sundress that hugs her curves and dips dangerously low between her tits. She’s wearing a bit more makeup than normal and a pair of silver strappy sandals on her feet. Her hair is pulled back from her face, yet spills down her back in long blonde waves. She looks like an angel.
My Angel.
I whistle the moment she steps fully into the kitchen. She offers me a happy smile and spins around one time. The back of the dress is hard-on inducing, with much of her skin exposed. “Damn,” I groan, taking in a long, appreciative perusal of her appearance.
“Thank you,” she replies, stepping forward, a small white sweater in her hand.
“You look amazing.” I place a kiss on her cheek, careful not to get too close to her lips. I’m liable to throw our entire evening plans out the window and take her right here on the kitchen floor.
