Considering Kate
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And when the wave rose up to swamp them both, he lowered his mouth to hers and completed the joining.
She lay limp as melted wax, eyes closed, lips curved and enjoyed the sensation of Brody collapsed on top of her. His heart continued to knock—hard, fast raps—that told her his system had been as delightfully assaulted as hers.
It had been a wonderful way to discover they were compatible in bed.
It was so fascinating to be in love. Really in love. Not like the couple of times she'd been enchanted with theidea of love. This was so unexpected. So intense.
She drew a long, satisfied breath and told herself she'd give the matter—and the consequences of it—a great deal of careful thought later. For the moment, she was going to enjoy it. And him. No one had ever made her feel quite like this. No one had ever opened her up to somany feelings. Fate, she thought. He was hers. She'd known in some secret place inside her, the first instant she'd seen him. And she was going to make certain he understood, when the time was right, that she was his. She'd found him, she thought, utterly content as she stroked his back. And she was keeping him.
"For a man who claims to be out of practice, you certainly held your own." He was trying to decide if he had any brain cells left, and if so, when they would begin to work again. He managed a grunt. That response seemed to amuse her, as she laughed and locked her arms around him.
He managed to find the energy to turn his head, found his face buried in her hair and decided that was a fine place to be. "Want me to move?"
"No."
"Good. Just give me an elbow if I start to snore."
"O'Connell."
"Just kidding." He lifted his head, levered some of his weight off her and onto his elbows. The green of his eyes was blurry with satisfaction. "You're incredible to look at."
"So are you." She lifted a hand to play with his hair. Not really blond, she thought idly. Not really brown. But a wonderful mix of tones and textures. Like the man himself.
"You know, I wanted you here from the first time I saw you." She lifted her head just enough to bite lightly at his jaw. "Total lust at first sight—that's not usual for me."
"I had pretty much the same reaction. You jump-started parts of my system that had been on idle for a long time. Ticked me off."
"I know." She grinned. "I kind of liked it—the way you'd get all scowly and turned on at the same time. Very sexy. Very challenging."
"Well, you got me where you wanted." He lowered his head to give her a quick, nipping kiss. "Thanks."
"Oh, my pleasure."
"And since I'm here…" He moved his lips to the side of her throat, nuzzled. Her laughing response turned to a gasp as she felt him harden inside her. Begin to move inside her.
"Hope you don't mind. I've got a lot of lost time to make up for."
"No." Her body woke, and pulsed. "Be my guest."
It wasn't easy, Brody discovered, to have a relationship—at least the physical part of it—with a woman when you had a child. Not that he'd change anything, but it took considerable ingenuity to juggle the demands of the man and the demands of the father.
He was grateful that Kate seemed to enjoy Jack, and didn't appear to resent spending time with him, or the time Brody devoted to him. The fact was, if she hadn't accepted the boundaries and responsibilities that went along with Jack, there wouldn't have been a relationship—physical or otherwise—to explore for long.
He guessed he was having an affair. That was a first. He'd never considered his relationship with Connie as an affair. Kids didn't have affairs at twenty-one. They had romances. He had to remind himself not to romanticize his situation with Kate.
They liked each other, they wanted each other, they enjoyed each other. Neither of them had indicated anything more than warm feelings, and lust. And that was for the best, he decided. He was, first and last, a father. He didn't imagine most young women—career women with dozens of options ahead of them—generally chose to settle down with a man and his six-year-old son. In any case, he wasn't looking for anything more than what there was. If he had been, he'd have to start tackling the problem of changes, adjustments and compromises for all three of them. That was bound to be messy.
Certainly a grown man was entitled to a simple affair with a like-minded woman without crowding it in with plans for a future.
Everybody was happy this way.
He stepped back, lowering his nail gun to examine the trim he'd just finished on Kate's office. It was a rich, elegant look, he decided. Classy. And it suited the woman.
He wondered where she was, what she was doing. And if they could manage to steal an hour alone before he had to go home and tackle the dinosaur poster Jack had to do for a school project. Sex, carpentry and first grade, he thought as he moved over to start trimming the window. A man never knew what kind of mix was going to stir up his life.
"He'll love this." Kate examined the fierce, snapping jaws of the plastic predator.
"Dinosaurs are a no-fail choice." Annie rearranged toys that didn't need rearranging, and slid her gaze toward Kate. "That Jack O'Connell's as cute as they come."
"Mmm."
"His father's not shabby, either."
"No, they both ring the bell on the cute scale. And yes, we're still seeing each other."
"I didn't say a word." Annie folded her lips. "I never pry."
"No, you just poke." She tucked the dinosaur under her arm. "That's what I love about you. Now, I'm going to go back and say hi to Mama before I go."
"Want me to wrap that beast up for you?"
"No. Wrapped it's a gift. Unwrapped I can sneak it in as a research tool for his school project."
"You always were a smart one, Katie."
Smart enough Katie thought, to know what she wanted and how to get it. It had been two weeks since she'd made love with Brody for the first time. Since then they'd had one other evening alone and a handful of hours here and there.
She wanted a lot more than that.
They'd taken Jack to the movies, shared a few meals as a trio, and had engaged in the mother of all snowball battles the previous Saturday when a solid foot of snow had fallen. She wanted a lot more than that as far as Jack was concerned, too.
She lay limp as melted wax, eyes closed, lips curved and enjoyed the sensation of Brody collapsed on top of her. His heart continued to knock—hard, fast raps—that told her his system had been as delightfully assaulted as hers.
It had been a wonderful way to discover they were compatible in bed.
It was so fascinating to be in love. Really in love. Not like the couple of times she'd been enchanted with theidea of love. This was so unexpected. So intense.
She drew a long, satisfied breath and told herself she'd give the matter—and the consequences of it—a great deal of careful thought later. For the moment, she was going to enjoy it. And him. No one had ever made her feel quite like this. No one had ever opened her up to somany feelings. Fate, she thought. He was hers. She'd known in some secret place inside her, the first instant she'd seen him. And she was going to make certain he understood, when the time was right, that she was his. She'd found him, she thought, utterly content as she stroked his back. And she was keeping him.
"For a man who claims to be out of practice, you certainly held your own." He was trying to decide if he had any brain cells left, and if so, when they would begin to work again. He managed a grunt. That response seemed to amuse her, as she laughed and locked her arms around him.
He managed to find the energy to turn his head, found his face buried in her hair and decided that was a fine place to be. "Want me to move?"
"No."
"Good. Just give me an elbow if I start to snore."
"O'Connell."
"Just kidding." He lifted his head, levered some of his weight off her and onto his elbows. The green of his eyes was blurry with satisfaction. "You're incredible to look at."
"So are you." She lifted a hand to play with his hair. Not really blond, she thought idly. Not really brown. But a wonderful mix of tones and textures. Like the man himself.
"You know, I wanted you here from the first time I saw you." She lifted her head just enough to bite lightly at his jaw. "Total lust at first sight—that's not usual for me."
"I had pretty much the same reaction. You jump-started parts of my system that had been on idle for a long time. Ticked me off."
"I know." She grinned. "I kind of liked it—the way you'd get all scowly and turned on at the same time. Very sexy. Very challenging."
"Well, you got me where you wanted." He lowered his head to give her a quick, nipping kiss. "Thanks."
"Oh, my pleasure."
"And since I'm here…" He moved his lips to the side of her throat, nuzzled. Her laughing response turned to a gasp as she felt him harden inside her. Begin to move inside her.
"Hope you don't mind. I've got a lot of lost time to make up for."
"No." Her body woke, and pulsed. "Be my guest."
It wasn't easy, Brody discovered, to have a relationship—at least the physical part of it—with a woman when you had a child. Not that he'd change anything, but it took considerable ingenuity to juggle the demands of the man and the demands of the father.
He was grateful that Kate seemed to enjoy Jack, and didn't appear to resent spending time with him, or the time Brody devoted to him. The fact was, if she hadn't accepted the boundaries and responsibilities that went along with Jack, there wouldn't have been a relationship—physical or otherwise—to explore for long.
He guessed he was having an affair. That was a first. He'd never considered his relationship with Connie as an affair. Kids didn't have affairs at twenty-one. They had romances. He had to remind himself not to romanticize his situation with Kate.
They liked each other, they wanted each other, they enjoyed each other. Neither of them had indicated anything more than warm feelings, and lust. And that was for the best, he decided. He was, first and last, a father. He didn't imagine most young women—career women with dozens of options ahead of them—generally chose to settle down with a man and his six-year-old son. In any case, he wasn't looking for anything more than what there was. If he had been, he'd have to start tackling the problem of changes, adjustments and compromises for all three of them. That was bound to be messy.
Certainly a grown man was entitled to a simple affair with a like-minded woman without crowding it in with plans for a future.
Everybody was happy this way.
He stepped back, lowering his nail gun to examine the trim he'd just finished on Kate's office. It was a rich, elegant look, he decided. Classy. And it suited the woman.
He wondered where she was, what she was doing. And if they could manage to steal an hour alone before he had to go home and tackle the dinosaur poster Jack had to do for a school project. Sex, carpentry and first grade, he thought as he moved over to start trimming the window. A man never knew what kind of mix was going to stir up his life.
"He'll love this." Kate examined the fierce, snapping jaws of the plastic predator.
"Dinosaurs are a no-fail choice." Annie rearranged toys that didn't need rearranging, and slid her gaze toward Kate. "That Jack O'Connell's as cute as they come."
"Mmm."
"His father's not shabby, either."
"No, they both ring the bell on the cute scale. And yes, we're still seeing each other."
"I didn't say a word." Annie folded her lips. "I never pry."
"No, you just poke." She tucked the dinosaur under her arm. "That's what I love about you. Now, I'm going to go back and say hi to Mama before I go."
"Want me to wrap that beast up for you?"
"No. Wrapped it's a gift. Unwrapped I can sneak it in as a research tool for his school project."
"You always were a smart one, Katie."
Smart enough Katie thought, to know what she wanted and how to get it. It had been two weeks since she'd made love with Brody for the first time. Since then they'd had one other evening alone and a handful of hours here and there.
She wanted a lot more than that.
They'd taken Jack to the movies, shared a few meals as a trio, and had engaged in the mother of all snowball battles the previous Saturday when a solid foot of snow had fallen. She wanted a lot more than that as far as Jack was concerned, too.
