They tidied up a few things in the kitchen, then Kelli grabbed a wet dishcloth and headed back to the living room to wipe up the coffee table.
Colm grabbed the dishcloth away from her just as she exited the kitchen and pitched it back toward the sink.
“Hey,” she started, but she stopped when he took her hand and dragged her into the bathroom.
“What…” That was all Kelli bothered to say when Colm shut the door and locked it.
And that was the end of her resistance.
She met him halfway, the two of them kissing like their lives depended on it.
Colm grasped her waist, pushing her back toward the sink as Kelli wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her hands in his hair.
He hadn’t kissed her since Halloween, but damn if he hadn’t spent every single fucking night since Thursday dreaming about doing this again. He pressed her lips open, dipping his tongue inside her mouth for a taste.
Barbeque sauce and ranch dip.
Spicy, the perfect combination. She was delicious, and her lips soft despite the definite urgency of the kiss. She wanted this as much as he did.
Colm reached for the bottom of her jersey, only breaking the kiss for the three seconds it took to pull the thing over her head. He tossed it to the floor.
Kelli fisted his T-shirt in her hands, pulling him back to her, kissing him again.
Colm slipped his hands behind her back and, with practiced fingers, unfastened her bra with one quick flip.
“I’m going to ignore how fucking good you are at that,” she murmured, her lips still on his.
Colm chuckled, even as they continued to kiss. He drew the bra straps over her shoulders, tugging the lacy material away and dropping it to the floor with her jersey.
He lifted her so that she was sitting on the sink, her thighs outstretched. He stepped between them, certain she could feel his erection pressing against her, even through the denim of both their jeans.
Part of him kept waiting for her to come to her senses, to stop him.
When Kelli wrapped her legs around his hips and pressed her crotch more firmly against his, it occurred to Colm she had the same fear.
Afraid he’d call a halt.
No. Fucking. Way.
They kissed for several more minutes, their hands exploring, stroking, caressing. He’d thought Halloween night was hot, the way he’d had to rely on only his sense of touch, blinded by the darkness.
Seeing her was a million times better. She was sexy, curvy. Her skin was flushed a beautiful rosy red that covered her cheeks and crept along her neck and chest. He wouldn’t have expected that almost innocent reaction from her.
He played with her breasts, squeezing them, pinching her nipples, loving the way she gasped and moaned and arched her back, inviting him to take more.
“I love your tits, Kell. God. They’re perfect.”
He felt her smile, rather than saw it, when he immediately resumed the kiss.
Kelli’s hands had drifted beneath his T-shirt, her thumbs toying with his nipples, her nails lightly scratching his chest, playing with the smattering of hair there.
He released one of her breasts, reaching up to take a handful of her hair in his hand. He closed his fist around the long auburn strands, tugging until she groaned with pleasure.
He’d heard those same sounds from her on Halloween, and now he wondered how he hadn’t realized it was her. Her groans, her sighs, her hisses when…
He grinned when she gave him one of those sharp sounds as he pulled her hair harder, drawing her head back so he could deepen the kiss.
Kelli, the gorgeous, impatient woman, took them to the next level, her fingers flipping open the button on his jeans with ease.