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I emitted a sigh of delight.
I filled a cup, splashed in the milk and walked it to the balcony off the living room, sipping my coffee and staring at the beauty of the Front Range.
Lee had a killer view.
As the caffeine permeated, I allowed my foggy brain to plan my day.
I was going to call Jane and Ally and go put a note up at Fortnum’s. I was going to go get Tod and Stevie’s car, go home and make macaroni salad so it had time to ferment before the barbeque. Then I was going to go to bed until I had to wake up to make the brownies and get ready for the barbeque.
If I felt like it, I might lay out in the sun rather than sleeping in my bed.
That was going to be my day.
It sounded like a good day.
Two hands, undoubtedly connected to arms, which connected to Lee’s body, settled on the balcony railing on either side of me. I felt his warmth at my back.
I had a moment where I felt I should turn around, screaming like a banshee and scratching his eyes out for having the audacity to handcuff me to his bed.
Then I thought about how he held me while I trembled, and played with my hair until I fell asleep and decided against it.
“Hey,” I said as he moved my hair with his chin and kissed my neck.
“How’re you feelin’ this morning?” His voice sounded in my ear and tingles slid across my skin.
“Okay.”
I realized I forgot to factor Lee in my plans for the day.
I didn’t have time to perform any mental recalculations as he turned me around, took the coffee cup and put it on the teak table that was just within reach. Then his arms slid around me, I opened my mouth to say something, anything, and then he kissed me.
The tingles intensified by about one hundred percent and started to target specific zones.
After the kiss, his lips trailed along my cheek to my ear. I had my hands pressed against his chest and I said, perhaps stupidly and definitely shakily, “What are you doing?”
He answered, “Saying good morning.”
He said, “good morning” really, really well. Far better than he said, “thank you.”
Okay, I decided something had to give here.
All this playing around was all well and good (some of itreallygood). The thing was, I’d made a decision about keeping my distance from Lee a decade ago and I wasn’t so sure I wanted to go back on that decision.
Well, if I was honest, I had to admit I wanted to, no doubt about it. It was Lee and I’d spent a lifetime wanting exactly this.
But there was a lot at stake here. What happened if it didn’t work out? What happened if he got bored and moved on? It would change everything. I’d be devastated, but also there were relationships to consider, family and people that meant a great deal to both of us.
“Lee, we need to talk.”
“Mm?” This was mumbled before his tongue ran from the skin at the hinge of my jaw, down the line of my neck.
“Lee!” My toes were curling, my nipples were hard.
This was getting serious.
“Talk,” he said. “I’m listening.”
He wasnotlistening. His hands had gone up under my shirt and were sliding up my sides.
