laughed, put his hands on her waist then
pulled Sarah up against him. She lifted her chin and he kissed her,
slowly. Sarah moved closer, her breasts crushed into his chest, her
arms around his neck. He tightened his grip on her while he angled
his head to deepen the kiss. She opened her lips, eager for his
affection. Her tongue rose to meet his. She felt a shiver rocket
down her spine as her body softened against his. His tongue
caressed hers.
Her pulse began to beat faster, heat
traveled through her veins, she wanted more. Jim lifted his head
and moved his lips down her neck slowly, placing small kisses on
her skin. He slipped the strap of her dress down to kiss her smooth
skin.
He bent her back slightly so his lips could
trail down further, stopping where the fabric began, kissing the
swell of her breast again and again, his tongue darting out to
taste her skin while his hand crept up. Sarah felt his body harden
against her as he sampled her flesh. She moaned quietly at the
sensuous softness of his touch and closed her eyes.
Her nipples tightened, and heat sparked deep
inside. His hand moved down to her waist continuing to hold her
close to him. She stepped back to look into his light brown eyes,
smoking with desire. His gaze traveled down her neck to her hard
nipples showing through the thin fabric. Embarrassed, Sarah folded
one arm over her chest to hide her body’s response.
She tried to control her breathing, to calm
her fluttering nerves. His eyes came back up to hers with enough
heat to burn the dress right off her shoulders. As he reached up to
put his palm on her cheek, she flinched.
“What the?” he whispered, his eyes wide.
Sarah cast her gaze to the floor. He leaned
over, brushing her lips lightly with his. Quickly, she moved into
his embrace, closing her arms tightly around him to stop her
trembling. He folded his arms around her. Her cheek rested on his
chest, her eyes closed. His palms held her gently against him,
keeping her close while his fingers played with the ends of her
hair. For a few moments, Sarah forgot how it felt to be alone.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Scottie came barreling into the kitchen.
“When is dinner—” he started but stopped
abruptly when he saw his mother in Jim’s arms.
She pushed away from Jim reluctantly,
turning to Scottie and smiling.
“Soon,” she said.
Jim smiled at the boy then resumed his
position cutting tomatoes.
“What were you doing to my mother?” Scottie
asked Jim, with suspicion in his eyes.
“Giving her a hug,” Jim said casually.
“Oh, okay.” The youngster returned to the
backyard, his soccer ball under his arm.
Sarah let out the breath she had been
holding.
“A close call.”
“Would it be so terrible if he saw me
kissing you?”
“I don’t know. Something else for him to
adjust to?”
“Maybe not. He seemed to take the hug in
stride.” Jim stacked up tomato wedges on a plate.
“True. I know he likes you. He needs to have
a man around occasionally.”
“Only occasionally?” He looked up at
her.
She blushed.
“I don’t think it’d be great for him to run
into you coming out of my bedroom in the morning, do you?”
“I honestly don’t know; I don’t have
kids.”
“Jim!” The heat in her cheeks flamed
hotter.
“So you’re not going to have a life until
he’s grown up?”
“Not forever, but maybe not this minute,
either. Can we slow this down a little?”
“If we got any slower…” He took a handful of
paper napkins and opened the silverware drawer.
“Please?” she said, moving closer to him,
touching his face, kissing his cheek.
“Sarah, I’m a patient man but I want to be
more than your friend,” he said, slipping his arm around her
waist.
“Me, too.”
Jim kissed her, sighed, then returned to
retrieving utensils while she finished shredding lettuce. She threw
leftover chicken, green peas, scallions, cheese, walnuts,
cranberries and Jim’s tomatoes into the salad. He carted the
pulled Sarah up against him. She lifted her chin and he kissed her,
slowly. Sarah moved closer, her breasts crushed into his chest, her
arms around his neck. He tightened his grip on her while he angled
his head to deepen the kiss. She opened her lips, eager for his
affection. Her tongue rose to meet his. She felt a shiver rocket
down her spine as her body softened against his. His tongue
caressed hers.
Her pulse began to beat faster, heat
traveled through her veins, she wanted more. Jim lifted his head
and moved his lips down her neck slowly, placing small kisses on
her skin. He slipped the strap of her dress down to kiss her smooth
skin.
He bent her back slightly so his lips could
trail down further, stopping where the fabric began, kissing the
swell of her breast again and again, his tongue darting out to
taste her skin while his hand crept up. Sarah felt his body harden
against her as he sampled her flesh. She moaned quietly at the
sensuous softness of his touch and closed her eyes.
Her nipples tightened, and heat sparked deep
inside. His hand moved down to her waist continuing to hold her
close to him. She stepped back to look into his light brown eyes,
smoking with desire. His gaze traveled down her neck to her hard
nipples showing through the thin fabric. Embarrassed, Sarah folded
one arm over her chest to hide her body’s response.
She tried to control her breathing, to calm
her fluttering nerves. His eyes came back up to hers with enough
heat to burn the dress right off her shoulders. As he reached up to
put his palm on her cheek, she flinched.
“What the?” he whispered, his eyes wide.
Sarah cast her gaze to the floor. He leaned
over, brushing her lips lightly with his. Quickly, she moved into
his embrace, closing her arms tightly around him to stop her
trembling. He folded his arms around her. Her cheek rested on his
chest, her eyes closed. His palms held her gently against him,
keeping her close while his fingers played with the ends of her
hair. For a few moments, Sarah forgot how it felt to be alone.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Scottie came barreling into the kitchen.
“When is dinner—” he started but stopped
abruptly when he saw his mother in Jim’s arms.
She pushed away from Jim reluctantly,
turning to Scottie and smiling.
“Soon,” she said.
Jim smiled at the boy then resumed his
position cutting tomatoes.
“What were you doing to my mother?” Scottie
asked Jim, with suspicion in his eyes.
“Giving her a hug,” Jim said casually.
“Oh, okay.” The youngster returned to the
backyard, his soccer ball under his arm.
Sarah let out the breath she had been
holding.
“A close call.”
“Would it be so terrible if he saw me
kissing you?”
“I don’t know. Something else for him to
adjust to?”
“Maybe not. He seemed to take the hug in
stride.” Jim stacked up tomato wedges on a plate.
“True. I know he likes you. He needs to have
a man around occasionally.”
“Only occasionally?” He looked up at
her.
She blushed.
“I don’t think it’d be great for him to run
into you coming out of my bedroom in the morning, do you?”
“I honestly don’t know; I don’t have
kids.”
“Jim!” The heat in her cheeks flamed
hotter.
“So you’re not going to have a life until
he’s grown up?”
“Not forever, but maybe not this minute,
either. Can we slow this down a little?”
“If we got any slower…” He took a handful of
paper napkins and opened the silverware drawer.
“Please?” she said, moving closer to him,
touching his face, kissing his cheek.
“Sarah, I’m a patient man but I want to be
more than your friend,” he said, slipping his arm around her
waist.
“Me, too.”
Jim kissed her, sighed, then returned to
retrieving utensils while she finished shredding lettuce. She threw
leftover chicken, green peas, scallions, cheese, walnuts,
cranberries and Jim’s tomatoes into the salad. He carted the
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