“No Saturday for us,” he confirmed. “Does that upset you?”
She glanced at him speculatively. “No, I was thinking I’d rather clean the house anyway. I just didn’t know how to break it to you.” The corner of her eyes crinkled.
“You always did like dirty things.”
Mia shook her head. “Not dirty things. Dirty people. You.” She shifted against the counter.
“I’ll call you when I’m gone. Check in on how your presentation went, and Josh’s.”
“You don’t need to do that. You’re not…” She screwed her nose up. “I don’t know. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“I want to.” His voice was firm. “I want to talk to you.”
Two pink circles heated her cheeks. “I’d like that,” she said huskily.
“Why are you still standing all the way over there? Come and sit here,” he suggested, patting the chair next to him. He wanted to feel the heat of her body radiating against his. To smell the soft fragrance of her shampoo. To touch her, the way his fingers were aching to.
“I can’t. If I come over, I’ll want to touch you.” Her voice was breathy.
His lips quirked. She felt it, too. “So that’s it? We have to have a six foot exclusion zone between us whenever we’re in public?” he teased. “Just in case I feel the urge to strip you naked and take you in the town square.”
She grinned. “It wouldn’t hurt.”
“How about we go outside instead? You can show me all the flowers you’ve planted.”
“I haven’t planted any… oh!” It took a second for the penny to drop. “Outside, yeah, that would be a good idea.”
Away from the boys, and any prying eyes. He needed to see her, to touch her, be close to her.
In the hallway she slipped on a pair of sneakers, and led him toward the back door. He didn’t touch her – not yet. Instead he shadowed her, his strong, hard body a breath away from hers.
The air outside was cool. Every time the wind gusted, a shower of leaves scattered over the verdant lawn, coloring it in vibrant hues.
Mia led him around the corner of the house. As soon as they were out of sight, he wrapped his hands around her waist and spun her around, pressing her back against the rough bricks as he lowered his mouth to hers.
Their kiss was needy. Days of pent up want exploded as he devoured her with his lips, stroked her tongue with his, dug his fingers into her hips, and pressed his body against hers.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, sighing against his lips. “I’ve missed you.”
“Missed you, too.” He kissed her neck, then slid his lips to that open vee of her blouse, kissing a line along her collarbone. “I’ve changed my mind. You need to stop dressing like this. It’s inappropriate.”
“I’m wearing a blouse and skirt. There’s nothing more appropriate.”
“But it’s bringing up all my older woman fantasies. Teachers with rulers, slapping them against their palms.” He kissed the swell of her breast. “Librarians with glasses and sensible skirts.” Nudging his nose against the top of her bra, he brushed his lips against her cleavage, then brought his hand up to cover her soft breast. “You do things to me with these clothes.”
“If you ask to call me mommy, I’m leaving,” she warned, then tensed as he pushed her bra down and tugged her nipple between his lips.
“Cam… not here.” She sounded torn. “We can’t.”
“I know.” He flicked her with his tongue. “But fuck, I want to.”
“Me, too.” She ran her fingers through his hair. God, that felt good. But then every time she touched him it felt amazing.
“I don’t think I can last another week without my balls exploding,” he told her, pulling his face reluctantly away from her chest. He buttoned up her blouse until her collar was tight against her neck. “There, that’s better. Now I’m not thinking d
irty thoughts about your breasts.”
“You aren’t?” She grinned at him.