imagination.
He opened his door, confident
that he could handle it. He started the car, backed out of the stall, and
pulled out onto the street. Five minutes later, he pulled into her driveway,
pushed the button on her garage-door opener, and pulled her car in. Then, with
a flick of his wrist, he turned off the car and then sat in the dark. He didn’t
have a clue what he should do next.
He heard her unbuckle her
seatbelt. Saw her reach for the door.
“I’ll walk you in,” he said. He
wanted to make sure that she didn’t take a header off the stairs on her way to
her apartment. Then he was going home for a cold shower. He got out, walked
around the car, and opened her door. She held out her hand and he took it. Her
skin was warm, almost hot.
The garage door led into the
daycare kitchen. Maddie stopped long enough to drop her purse on the table and
walked directly to the foyer by the front door. He thought she was going to
walk up the stairs, but she sank down on the second step. The shades in the
play area to the right had been left up and light from the moon filtered into
the room.
“Sit down, Sam,” she said,
patting the spot next to her.
That would not be a good idea.
“Maddie, I better get going. Let’s get you upstairs.”
She shook her head. “In a
minute.” She patted the spot again. “Please.”
He eased down on the step,
hugging the wall. He thought he was doing just fine until she slipped off her
shoes and stretched out her legs, crossing them at the ankles.
She had bright red toenails.
Smooth, small feet.
Funny. He’d never envied a
podiatrist before.
“Sam,” she said, her voice soft,
“what’s the scariest thing you’ve ever done?”
That was easy. “White-water
rafting.”
“What was the hardest thing
you’ve ever done?”
Burying Gwen . Nothing had ever come close to
that. “Going to medical school,” he said.
“But you did, didn’t you?” She sounded
surprisingly sober.
“I did. And that’s sort of a big
deal to you, isn’t it.”
She nodded. “So. You know that
I’m not into you.”
“Duly noted.”
“And that any…well anything
between us is just…entertainment.”
Where the hell was this going?
“I’m easily amused,” he said.
She smiled and leaned into him.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close. “I’m going to regret
it if I don’t do this,” she whispered. “Just this once.” Then she pressed her
lips against his.
He froze.
“Please,” she begged and drew the
tip of her tongue across his bottom lip.
He could not, would not, take
advantage. She might sound sober, but he’d seen the empty glasses. “Maddie, we
can’t. It’s not—”
She pressed her mouth hard
against his and stuck her tongue in his mouth.
Oh, hell.
Her mouth was warm and wet and
damn it, if she wanted to be kissed, well then, he didn’t plan on disappointing
her.
She squirmed, and wiggled, and
through it all, he kissed her. And kissed her. They couldn’t get enough of each
other, couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t share enough.
And somehow, he wasn’t sure
how it happened, he had his hand under her shirt. Her skin was hot and
silky-soft and he thought he might explode when his thumb brushed across her
bra and he could feel the stiff point of her nipple. She groaned and he
captured the sound, his mouth devouring her.
Knock-knock.
Maddie jerked back, her eyes
wide-open. She was half-sitting, half-lying on top of him, and oh, man, she had
soft parts pressed against his hard parts.
Knock-knock.
“My door,” she said, her
voice breathless.
Hell. “Ignore it,” he said.
“Madelyn, it’s your father. Open
the goddamned door.”
“Holy fuck,” she said.
It was the first time he’d heard
her swear. He wasn’t sure who the comment was directed at. Maybe him, because
he’d had his hands up her shirt and his tongue in her mouth. Maybe herself,
because she’d been keeping pace just fine. Or maybe her father,
He opened his door, confident
that he could handle it. He started the car, backed out of the stall, and
pulled out onto the street. Five minutes later, he pulled into her driveway,
pushed the button on her garage-door opener, and pulled her car in. Then, with
a flick of his wrist, he turned off the car and then sat in the dark. He didn’t
have a clue what he should do next.
He heard her unbuckle her
seatbelt. Saw her reach for the door.
“I’ll walk you in,” he said. He
wanted to make sure that she didn’t take a header off the stairs on her way to
her apartment. Then he was going home for a cold shower. He got out, walked
around the car, and opened her door. She held out her hand and he took it. Her
skin was warm, almost hot.
The garage door led into the
daycare kitchen. Maddie stopped long enough to drop her purse on the table and
walked directly to the foyer by the front door. He thought she was going to
walk up the stairs, but she sank down on the second step. The shades in the
play area to the right had been left up and light from the moon filtered into
the room.
“Sit down, Sam,” she said,
patting the spot next to her.
That would not be a good idea.
“Maddie, I better get going. Let’s get you upstairs.”
She shook her head. “In a
minute.” She patted the spot again. “Please.”
He eased down on the step,
hugging the wall. He thought he was doing just fine until she slipped off her
shoes and stretched out her legs, crossing them at the ankles.
She had bright red toenails.
Smooth, small feet.
Funny. He’d never envied a
podiatrist before.
“Sam,” she said, her voice soft,
“what’s the scariest thing you’ve ever done?”
That was easy. “White-water
rafting.”
“What was the hardest thing
you’ve ever done?”
Burying Gwen . Nothing had ever come close to
that. “Going to medical school,” he said.
“But you did, didn’t you?” She sounded
surprisingly sober.
“I did. And that’s sort of a big
deal to you, isn’t it.”
She nodded. “So. You know that
I’m not into you.”
“Duly noted.”
“And that any…well anything
between us is just…entertainment.”
Where the hell was this going?
“I’m easily amused,” he said.
She smiled and leaned into him.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close. “I’m going to regret
it if I don’t do this,” she whispered. “Just this once.” Then she pressed her
lips against his.
He froze.
“Please,” she begged and drew the
tip of her tongue across his bottom lip.
He could not, would not, take
advantage. She might sound sober, but he’d seen the empty glasses. “Maddie, we
can’t. It’s not—”
She pressed her mouth hard
against his and stuck her tongue in his mouth.
Oh, hell.
Her mouth was warm and wet and
damn it, if she wanted to be kissed, well then, he didn’t plan on disappointing
her.
She squirmed, and wiggled, and
through it all, he kissed her. And kissed her. They couldn’t get enough of each
other, couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t share enough.
And somehow, he wasn’t sure
how it happened, he had his hand under her shirt. Her skin was hot and
silky-soft and he thought he might explode when his thumb brushed across her
bra and he could feel the stiff point of her nipple. She groaned and he
captured the sound, his mouth devouring her.
Knock-knock.
Maddie jerked back, her eyes
wide-open. She was half-sitting, half-lying on top of him, and oh, man, she had
soft parts pressed against his hard parts.
Knock-knock.
“My door,” she said, her
voice breathless.
Hell. “Ignore it,” he said.
“Madelyn, it’s your father. Open
the goddamned door.”
“Holy fuck,” she said.
It was the first time he’d heard
her swear. He wasn’t sure who the comment was directed at. Maybe him, because
he’d had his hands up her shirt and his tongue in her mouth. Maybe herself,
because she’d been keeping pace just fine. Or maybe her father,
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