“Yes,” she lamented. “It’s not like I have clients beating a path to my door lately.”
“Well, youshouldtake weekends off. You work too hard,” he muttered. “I’ll let Dad know we’re available.” After he texted back the answer, his grumbling continued. “I hope he’s not planning on joining us.”
Neve canted her head. “Your dad’s trying to be helpful. Why are you so irritated?”
Reece tossed his phone toward Mr. Whiskers, who hopped off the couch with an annoyed mewl. “Not only is Dad interfering by ‘arranging’ meetings for me, but his timing sucks.” He gave her a regretful look.
“We’ve gotallnight, big fella.” She settled her knees on the edge of the couch beside him, grasped the hem of her shirt, and shimmied out ofit. Then she removed her bra, tossed it over her shoulder, and climbed into his lap, draping her arms across his shoulders and angling her tantalizing tits in line with his mouth. With a sinuous arch of her back, she languidly brushed his lips with her perfect pink buds, and breathlessly said, “Maybe I can cheer you up.”
Oh hell yeah!
“You just did,” he croaked.
While he drank in the sight of her, she slid her hands to the top button of his shirt and popped it open, then moved to the next … and the next.
“Ready to show meexactlywhat you have in mind?” Her voice was husky and low, sex dripping off it.
Forgotten were his parents’ meddling, Stowe Mountain, and the old black-and-white on TV. He had all the cheer he needed right here in his arms.
Twining his fingers in her hair, he pulled her mouth down to his and claimed it with a scorching kiss. A needy moan rose in her throat as she spread his shirt open and pasted herself against him, hot skin on hot skin, igniting an insatiable hunger for her deep in his belly.
Hecravedthis woman. He had tohavethis woman. He wasin lovewith this woman.
While he’d never been here before and had nothing to compare to, he simplyknew, deep in his soul, where all his truths lived.
As he lay staringat the ceiling in Neve’s bedroom, the corners of Reece’s mouth creased with a satisfied smile. Neve lay beside him under the covers, her warm body pressed against his and her head resting on his chest. Her arm was draped across his abdomen, and her soft hair tickled his skin. What could possibly be wrong when they were snuggled together in her bed? The fact that he was married to her added an unexpected layer of contentment. How was it possible that what had once seemed incomprehensible now felt so … right?
His entire beingwas at peace.
Well, maybe not totally at peace because his body began buzzing the instant her fingertips moved across his skin. His focus narrowed on a burgeoning temptation to push her hand down his stomach to his cock, which was growing from the merethoughtof her stroking it. Taking it in her soft, supple mouth and sucking him dry, erasing the not-so-pleasant thoughts trying to break through.
Christ, he had a disease!
Her quiet voice pulled him from his fantasy. “What are you thinking about?”
“Huh? Oh, nothing.”
“Nothing? A total blank?” she teased.
“I was thinking about how disappointed my mom was tonight.” Did he really just do that? Bring up the mood-killing subject again?
“Disappointed about what?”
“About us being married but planning to end it. About me moving away.”
“Far away,” Neve echoed.
“Yeah. Far away.”
She propped her chin on his chest, and his fingers automatically tangled in her silky hair. “I know you hate disappointing your mom, but she’ll get over it. You’re her baby.”
His chest caved under the realization he wouldn’t have many more intimate moments like this one. Three weeks. They were all he had left.
“Some baby,” he scoffed. Eager to avoid scrubbing away the last vestiges of the afterglow effect, he tapped the end of her nose. “What areyouthinking about?”
Her eyes traveled to the ceiling and back down again while her mouth wiggled side to side.
Uh-oh. Big thoughts going on in that pretty head.
