Page 99 of The Meeting
“Yeah, that must have been it,” he mumbled.
“Hmm?”
“Oh nothing, I’m just thinking out loud.”
He scrubbed at his face and shifted so he could look down at Kailynn.
“Hey, I wanted to apologize for yesterday.”
She gave him a weak smile, and his heart broke. It had taken a harder toll on her than he had realized. When everything happened at his parents’ house at dinner, he should have left right then with her, but he didn’t want to leave things on an awkward note with his parents.
He could see now that he should have done what was best for Kailynn.
He touched her cheek, and she leaned into it, closing her eyes.
“I didn’t realize my mama had so many unresolved feelings over my divorce. Before I brought you here, she only ever made comments about how happy she was for me to find someone and how excited she was to eventually meet you. She’s never acted like this before.”
“Have you brought a lot of girls home to meet your parents?”
He shook his head. “I guess not. Allison was the first person I ever brought home who didn’t live in this town. All of my high school girlfriends were girls they already knew who I had grown up with.”
He should have thought it through. There was no reason it shouldn’t have crossed his mind that his parents weren’t used to meeting someone new. When they had met Allison, it was different. She was the first serious girl he had been with, and he had never suffered a broken heart before.
Kailynn stayed silent. His hand moved onto her scalp, massaging it. A low moan passed her lips.
“That feels good,” she whispered, and then giggled. “I feel like I ache in new places.”
“Oh yeah? Tell me where, and I’ll give you a massage.”
He smirked. Of course he knew she was likely aching from riding Buttercup. And he would be more than happy to massage her thighs and hips.
A devilish smile crossed her lips. She grasped his wrist and pulled it from her hair and down to her hips.
“I ache here.”
He shifted so he could sit up completely and massage her hips with both hands. He pressed into the muscles he knew would ache and worked his way down her lower back. Her eyes rolled back.
“You’re a god with those hands.”
He laughed. “I bet I could show you just how much of a god.”
She shook her head. “If you mean by massage, then please continue.”
He laughed louder. “Your wish is my command.”
Her thin tank top left little to the imagination as her nipples protruded beneath the fabric. His eyes trained to her chest, not being able to help himself as his fingers worked at her hips.
“Now here,” she said, taking his hands and moving them to her inner thighs.
He gave her a devilish smile. “Yes, ma’am.”
First, he made sure he actually relieved the pain in her muscles. When she relaxed, he lightened the pressure and moved them to her inner groin, lightly pressing into the sensitive skin at the edge of her panties.
Her nipples hardened into pebbles, only showing more pronounced through her little night shirt.
He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, his thumbs gliding slightly under her panties.
Kailynn’s hands came to his hips, and he opened his eyes to look at her.
