spread wide to hold my cheeks and then Bobby is kissing me with starving purpose and remembered sweetness.
More emotion than I ever thought possible pulses through my veins and the weight of two years without him shrinks to nothingness.
Even though this is far from our first kiss—heck I gave myself first to Bobby when we were both eighteen—there is a luscious freshness, a newness to it all, thrilling because it is also blending with all that I remember and have always felt for him.
Our tongues swirl in a knowing dance, and a groan of pleasure vibrates from his lips into mine as I mold my body into him, letting him lead us in this mating ritual, this gentle prelude to love-making, so much richer because there is no need for words. We know each other intimately and our bodies know the dance.
Being here with Bobby like this is every fantasy, every dream I’ve conjured for the past two years, and I’m not about to let anything end this. Feeling him start to ease back, this time I step in, kissing him.
To hell with the food. Now, I want him now…
Against my lips, he whispers, “Is that a yes? You are staying the night with me?”
I’m about to whisper I’m staying forever when I am suddenly pushed back by a barking, free-running dog. It starts pushing up against me with its massive body and I’m more than a little afraid because the dog is huge and looks determined to separate us. This Pit Bull looks so much bigger outside a cage.
I keep a watchful eye toward the ground and press full length into Bobby. It looks very protective of its owner.
His laughter swirls in my curls. “She won’t hurt you, Kaley. Tiki is very jealous. She’s not used to having competition for my attention.”
Flushing and more than a little pleased with that, I say, “Glad to hear it. Now can you have her give me a little space?”
“I would never let anything happen to you. You’re perfectly safe so long as you stay close to me.”
Bobby’s smile is a touch seductive, a touch teasing, and a touch amused. I want to laugh and hit him, but that is not a good idea right now, especially with the way Tiki is staring at me.
“I’d be more than happy to stay close to you if you get her to stay not so close to me. Is she this jealous with all your dates?”
“I don’t know. I’ve already told you. I haven’t brought anyone to the house.”
My heart sings with happiness over that.
Bobby steps back from me. “Down, Tiki. Sit.” Bobby’s voice is commanding even in his usual wonderful, gentle tone.
The dog immediately obeys.
Bobby smiles. “It’s all right, girl. This is Kaley. She’s a friend.”
I watch him scratch Tiki’s head and am reminded of how marvelous his touch is and that we were—or at least, what I hoped before the interruption—on our way to bed and reconciliation.
I smile and frown simultaneously. “Just a friend?”
He grins at me. “If I tell her more she may not want to accept you into the pack.”
I laugh. “Then don’t tell her more. I want very much to be welcomed here.”
Bobby’s smile shoots straight to my heart. “Why don’t we go inside for the wine?”
He holds his hand out to me and I take it. He opens the screen door and I proceed him into the comfy living room. Something brushes the back of my leg and I look down to see Tiki close to me instead of Bobby.
I look back at him just as he steps through the door and the image of him surrounded in sunshine makes my body throb with anxious want. Everything about him is gentle and good, male and perfect. I savor the sight of him and can’t believe that I chatted to a stranger that he was the perfect imperfect guy.
Bobby is the best man I’ve ever known. Beautiful inside and out. And I can’t believe that I am here, again with him, and very soon about to get to kiss and touch every speck of that glorious man.
The screen door make a little slap as it closes and I shift my eyes to see Bobby studying me.
“Keep staring
Jennifer Pharr Davis, Pharr Davis