After Dark by Donna Hill Page A

Chauncey, leaned down and planted a kiss on her cheek.
    â€œHeading out?” she asked, pleased as always to see Wil’s handsome son.
    â€œYeah, I have a game tonight. Well, not a real game. Practice.” He grinned, flashing deep dimples.
    â€œI thought you were going to join us tonight.”
    â€œYeah, maybe another time. Coach told us this afternoon that we have to be there. Big game on Saturday.”
    â€œHave a good practice.”
    â€œI will,” he said, loping off. “Dad’s in the living room,” he called out.
    Barbara shook her head in amazement as she watched him. She’d swear on a stack of Bibles that the boy had grown another two inches since the last time she saw him.
    She stepped inside and shut the door. “Wil!” She put her purse and light jacket down on the hall table and walked in.
    Wil stuck his head around the corner. A big grin of welcome was plastered on his face. Barbara’s heart skipped a beat. God, how she loved that man.
    â€œHey, sugah,” he said, and rose to greet her. He came right up to her. “Beautiful, just like I pictured you.” He lowered his head and took her mouth in a slow, sizzling kiss. His right arm snaked around her waist and pulled her close.
    Barbara melted in her arms as easily now as she did the very first time. She pressed closer, needing his warmth, the feeling of total security when she was in his arms and felt his growing erection pressing against her stomach. For a man well into his fifties, Wil Hutchinson had the stamina and virility of a man half his age. He never ceased to amaze and thrill her.
    â€œHmm,” he murmured, slowing easing back. “Good to see you.”
    She grinned like a schoolgirl and ducked her head. “You, too.”
    He draped his arm around her shoulder. “Looks like we have the place to ourselves for the evening,” he said, leading her into the living room. “Chauncey won’t be back for a couple of hours.”
    She looked up at him. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” she asked in a teasing tone.
    â€œAbsolutely.”
    He took her hand, bypassed the living room and took her to his room and shut the door.
    Each and every time Wil made love to her, it was like the first time. Her heart raced, her skin grew hot and her knees got weak. When he touched her, she’d get light-headed, as if she’d had too much to drink and she felt as if she was melting from the inside out.
    Wil’s eyes slow danced over her. He reached out and cupped her cheek in his large palm, and she nestled against it.
    â€œDid I tell you today how much I love you?” he murmured, his voice thick, vibrating right to her center.
    â€œWhy don’t you tell me now?”
    â€œI love you, Barbara Allen. More than I could ever imagine.” He kissed her lightly, once, twice, before letting his tongue stroke her lips then slip inside her eager mouth.
    Barbara moaned softly and moved closer. Wil’s strong hands roamed along the curve of her spine. She reached for his belt buckle and unfastened it, undid the button and slid the zipper down.
    â€œWhy don’t I help you out of your things?” he said with a wicked grin on his face.
    â€œI was wondering what you were waiting for,” she teased.
    Wil reached for the hem of her top and pulled it up and over her head then tossed it on a chair. His gaze grew warm as he looked at her. She felt it all the way down in her soul. He unsnapped her bra with the expertise that came with age and experience. It fell to the floor at their feet. His thumbs brushed across her nipples and her entire body trembled.
    Barbara pushed his pants down, letting them bundle at his feet. He stepped out of them. She grabbed his T-shirt and pulled it over his head.
    Wil stared into her eyes while he eased down and raised her skirt up above her hips. He hooked his fingers around the elastic of her panties and pulled them off,