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I look back at her, then shake my head. “Want them?” she probes.
I pause. “I feel like I’ve already been a parent for half my life,” I admit, thinking of my own chaotic family, and my marriage, and pretty much every job I’ve ever had. Is it my own fault I’ve wound up the one making lists, carrying the mental load, and restocking the First Aid kit? Probably. But that hasn’t made it any less exhausting. “So, I’m not so sure about that. It would be nice not to be the one taking care of everyone.”
“Or even having someone take care of you, for a change,” Reeve says, leaning over my shoulder to collect more dishes. He squeezes my shoulder briefly, and my heart catches in my chest.
Him. I want him.
I clear my throat. “You know, it’s getting late,” I say, feeling unsettled. I push back my chair. “I should head home. Dinner was amazing, thanks, Lottie,” I tell her.
“I’ll walk you back,” Reeve says immediately. “I still have your bags from the trip.”
Lottie smirks. “Be back by eleven,” she calls after us, as we head out. “Otherwise, you’re grounded!”
Reeve shakes his head, chuckling as we stroll hand-in-hand down the hill to my place. “She’s getting a real attitude these days.”
“She's a great kid."
Reeve smiles, clearly proud. “It’s wild. I feel like two days ago I was changing her diapers, and now she’s this whole almost-adult person, with opinions about everything.”
“Is her dad around?” I ask, curious.
He shakes his head. “That guy was … not what you might call a winner,” he says flatly. “Hazel met him in college. When she got pregnant, he didn’t want anything to do with it, or her. Then he got drunk at a frat party one night and wrapped his car around a mailbox. Died on impact.”
“Oh my god,” I gasp. “That’s awful.”
“It wasn’t great, no,” Reeve says evenly. “But his parents stepped up, they love Lottie and helped out with the bills, and between all of us … well, I think she’s turned out pretty great.”
“She has.” I squeeze his hand.
“It’s been a lot though, for Hazel.” Reeve says. “She was nineteen when Lottie was born, so she missed out on being young and crazy. Hopefully, now the kid is older, she’ll be able to live a little. Go be dumb and selfish, and have some wild adventures. She deserves it.”
“I don’t know," I tease. "From the stories you guys were telling, it sounds like life on a movie set is pretty adventurous.”
Reeve grins. “You’ll have to come see for yourself,” he says casually, and I feel a glow.
“I’d like that,” I say quietly.
We arrive back at my place, and I slowly climb the steps to my porch. “Do you want to—” I start to ask him in, but I don’t even get the words out before Reeve answers.
“Yes.”
It’s dark inside, and the door is barely closed behind us before Reeve drops my weekend bag and has me back against the wall, kissing me slow and deep in a way that makes me melt. I moan softly into his mouth, and his grip tightens around my waist. “God, I missed you,” he whispers softly, and my body lights up with a sensual heat.
“It’s only been twelve hours since we were naked,” I tease softly, already pulling at his sweater, sliding my hands up under the soft fabric to roam over his bare skin.
“Too long. Too fucking long.”
Reeve buries his face against my neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive spot by my collarbone until I’m gasping. I draw back, taking his hand and leading him upstairs to my bedroom.
This time, we go slow. Exploring every inch of each other’s bodies; a luxurious tangle of mouths, and hands, and gasping pleasure. Reeve lays me back, shadowed in the moonlight as he eases my thighs apart and licks against me, steady and sweet. I’m lost to the giddy rush of it, gasping and begging, gripping the sheets as he torments me, slow, the heat building low and curling in my bloodstream until it breaks, a sharp rush that only makes me want him more. And when I finally straddle his lap and sink down, taking his cock deep inside me … God, I want to stay like this forever. The sense of fullness, the glorious friction; his ragged groans, hot in my ear. We move together, our eyes locking as our pleasure climbs, and I know.
I know, it’s him.
This isn’t a fling, or some wild distraction; a fever that will burn itself out.
This could beeverything.
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