Page 20 of Sparks Fly
"Yeah?"
"He kept up pretty good. For an adult." A pause. "Is he going to come back?"
"I think so," I say, and I mean it. "I really think so."
She turns over and gives me a smile. "Good." She rolls back over, done with the conversation, and is asleep inside of three minutes. That’s how it always is with her. She goes and goes until she can’t anymore, and then she’s out. She’s always been like this, since she was a baby.
I stand in the doorway for a second, watching her breathe.
Then I go back downstairs to where he's waiting, my heart fluttering in my chest. I don’t have to share him anymore. Mark is all mine.
Chapter Ten
Mark
While I wait for Trish to take Cora to bed, I chug a bottle of water. I didn’t expect for this night to end up being so physically demanding. Cora knows how to dance, and she expects her partners to keep up with her. I’m sweating, and head outside to the backyard to cool off.
There’s a couple of chaise lounges, sitting next to a fountain. I drop down into one and ease my head back, listening to the sound of the running water.
This is one of the most peaceful settings I’ve ever been in. Sometimes my brain runs a million miles a minute, but right here? It’s silent, and I’m thankful for it. I must doze off slightly, because the next thing I know, I feel the chaise dip, and a body straddling my thighs.
“You were great with her,” a soft voice says as it leans down and places a soft kiss on my lips.
Groaning in the back of my throat, I grip Trish’s hips in my hands before moving them around to cup the globes of her ass. “She’s a good kid. I was nervous, but she put my mind to ease.”
“She was nervous too. She was afraid you wouldn’t like her.”
Our faces are mere centimeters apart. “I do like her, but right now I like her mom a whole lot more.”
She makes a noise that goes straight to my cock. “Good, because seeing you with her was a big turn on. There’s something about a guy who can make my daughter smile that really does it for me.”
“Oh yeah?” I move one of my hands up her body and curl it around her jaw, tilting her mouth so that I can take her lips with mine.
It starts soft, but goes deeper fast. The sweetness of the cake is on both of our tongues. I growl as it explodes. Exploratory. I bring my free hand up to curve around the back of her neck, angling into her, giving her everything she's asking for and a little more. She makes a sound low in her throat and shifts closer, and then she spreads her legs wider, her knees on the chaise and my hand is moving into her hair and we're not asking questions anymore.
The excitement of the moment pulls at something deep in my chest at the same time it pulls at every other part of me. I cup her jaw in my palm and tilt her head back slightly and she lets me, her hands finding the front of my shirt and curling into the fabric.
With my free hand, I reach down to the hem of her shirt and sneak my fingers up underneath, until I encounter the edge of her bra. Once there, I palm her flesh and squeeze, my cock reacting when it feels her nipple pushing against my palm.
It gets heated between us, my mouth pulls away from hers and then smears down her neck, sucking at the soft skin. Her hips undulate against my middle, and her heat is as hot as I am hard.
We make out for a long time. Me playing her body, her reacting to the point where I’m leaking against the fabric of my boxer briefs. But I know this isn’t going to go any further tonight. She knows it too, but she still sighs when I slow the kiss down. The way she follows when I start to pull back, chasing my mouth like she's not ready to stop.
I'm not ready to stop either. That's the problem. But if we keep going, we’ll more than likely regret it.
I rest my forehead against hers, both of us breathing slightly unevenly, and I make myself stay right there instead of doing what every instinct I have is pushing me toward.
"We should probably pump the brakes," I say.
She laughs, a quiet, breathless sound. "Probably."
"I mean it." My voice is rough and full of gravel.
"I know you do." She pulls back just enough to look at me, and her eyes are dark and her mouth is soft and I am genuinely exercising every ounce of restraint I possess. "I appreciate that, actually."
"Don't appreciate it too much. It's costing me."
She laughs again, and this time it reaches her eyes, and I decide that sound is one I want to keep collecting. I press one more kiss to her mouth, brief and with great personal sacrifice, and then sit back.
