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I shake my head as she disappears down the stairs. “I’ll just leave her a tip at the end.” I push the door closed and take a step toward Mandy. “You know, I think southern hospitality should include a steamy welcome kiss.”
“I was expecting a kiss when I picked you up, but you were too busy checking out the car.” She cocks her head and narrows her eyes.
Without another word, I take her in my arms and gaze into those incredible blue eyes before taking her lips in mine. The heightened sense of electricity between us is a true testament to the fact that we truly missed each other in the past twenty-four hours. I kiss her hungrily and slowly back her up toward the bed. This is the first time that we have been in an actual bedroom together since the whole incest nightmare was put to rest. Needless to say, there is only one thing on my mind.
“You look awesome in those jeans,” I mutter, running my hands along the curve of her ass. “I like the boots, too.” Her black lizard skin boots and matching belt complimented her jeans perfectly.
“The jeans are quite a bit tighter than the last time I wore them. I’ve apparently filled out more than I thought.” She looks back and glances down at her ass.
“I think you look incredible, but right now I would rather see them on the floor.”
Mandy gives me a sheepish look before pulling off her boots and crawling onto the bed. I quickly kick off my shoes and join her. “I’ve been thinking about you ever since I put you on that plane yesterday,” I whisper before giving her a kiss on the side of the neck.
“I’ve been thinking about you too,” she replies hesitantly, seeming to stop short of saying all that is truly on her mind.
I sweep my hand along the side of her cheek and behind her head, lowering her gently onto the bed. The taste of her lips and her scent rile my senses as I kiss her lips with increasing fervor. The soft comforter bunches up around us as we nestle into one another. Floorboards creak once again in the hallway, making it feel like we are two teenagers making out in her parents house. I hesitate for a moment, trying to detect the direction of the movement.
“We’ll have to be quiet,” Mandy says with a twinkle in her eye.
Mandy
One of the most traumatic days of my life suddenly feels much more bearable since Trey arrived in town. The fact that he dropped everything and flew out here makes me believe that he truly has a good heart. Deep down, I know I should be back at the house helping Dad with food and making arrangements, but first, I need this little emotional escape. It feels so good to be back in his arms again.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks, sensing my wandering mind.
“I’m fine. I was just thinking about Dad, I told him that I would be back soon. I know he needs me to figure out food for everyone.” I close my eyes, trying to push the distracting thoughts from my mind.
“I think we should go help your dad get everything ready and then we can come back later and pick up right here,” he suggests as he runs his fingers down the front of my blouse.
“Seriously?” I ask in complete shock. “I’ve never witnessed a guy turning down sex.”
“I’m not turning it down.” He smiles. “I just want to be able to take my time with you, instead of being rushed.”
“Oh my God, you are making me so hot right now.” I lean in and give him another soft kiss on the lips. I’ve never wanted a man so bad in my entire life.
“And hopefully later on, old Gertrude won’t be wandering the hallway outside of our door,” he says with an annoyed glint in his eye.
“Her name is Peggy, but yeah, it’s a little distracting.” I decide he is right and sit up in bed. “Let’s go make some food.”
“I was thinking we could just buy some food. There has to be a catering business where we can place an order for whatever you need,” he says, as I pull my black boots back on.
“It’s not about just having something to eat, it’s about making some of Mom’s favorites. The things that she always loved,” I explain to him while making our way back down the staircase. “Our relatives and friends will bring food too, so we don’t need catering.”
“Okay, whatever you want. You’ll just have to tell me how I can help out,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders as we get back in the convertible. “It’s not like I have much experience cooking. I just thought we could do something like we did for Dad.”
“Abigail Kirsch did a fabulous job for Victor’s funeral, but he and Mom have or at least had very different tastes.” I laugh. “Your dad rode around in Bentley limousines while my mom was happiest in this old convertible. Don’t worry, you can hang out and talk to dad while Darla and I make the food.”
