“Why are you so fine?”
His brow hitches. “You’re kind of a dream.”
“I enjoyed snowman ice cream.”
Zebb chuckles beneath me and not only do I feel that rumble physically, but the vibration resonates deep down in my soul.
“What about dinner?”
“It was a winner.”
Zebb laughs again, jiggling me over him. He brushes back my hair and cups the back of my head. “You really should go.”
“You said that before.”
“But I can’t reach the door.”
“Then cut me loose.”
“But I like your caboose.” His hand slips down my spine and grabs my ass.
I laugh harder and struggle for a new line. “You aren’t being fair.”
“I don’t want to care.” He kisses my lips, soft and sweet, as his hand lingers on my ass.
“Zebb,” I whisper in warning against his mouth as he continues to squeeze my backside.
“The only word I can think of that comes close to rhyming with Zebb is bed.” His kisses turn more eager, and he slides his hand to my inner thigh, tugging my leg over his hip. I spread and straddle him, aligning parts that shouldn’t be aligning if I’m leaving.
And I really should go.
“Bed and Zebb technically don’t rhyme.”
Zebb only hums against me as his kisses become more intense. I rock my hips, dragging my center against his hardness. His hand claps on the back of one thigh and he releases my lips.
“Okay. You’re right. If I start this, I won’t let you leave.”
I rub my nose against his, loving that he’s finding it as difficult to have me leave as I’m finding it to go.
“I had a good time tonight. Thank you for everything. The camper. Dinner. This.” I lean down and kiss him once more and then I’m pressing at his chest, signaling he should let me up.
“Come to Tam’s concert. I know it just will be a bunch of kids singing Christmas tunes, but she’d love to have you attend. I’d love for you to be there, too.”
With my hands on his chest, his heart beats through his shirt. Sincerity flows out of him.
“Why now, Zebb?”
He tips his head and his brows pinch. “Why now what?”
“Why are you in my life again? How is it we’re where we are? Me on top of you, on your couch, with your daughter upstairs.”
“Maybe it’s serendipity,” he teases.
I roll my lips and slowly nod. My question was serious but maybe not a topic for three in the morning. “Maybe,” I agree with him although I don’t trust destiny.
She’s been kind of a bitch to me.
And if I believed in fate, it means Zebb and I will soon part ways.