One More Kiss (Affair Without End Book 2) by Susan Ward Read Free Book Online Page B

me. Now that he’s here, I’m feeling a little nervous about this. God, what if he thinks I’m being lame? What if this looks desperate and pathetic? Too late now, Linda. He’s here and this is the move you’ve made.
    He doesn’t speak for a very long time. Then, “Hi, beautiful,” he says. He doesn’t move.
    The tension leaves my body. Two words. His tones says it all. I’ve surprised him. He’s thrilled at being surprised, and just a hint relieved. We are in the same place physically and emotionally again.
    I smile. “I thought an apology picnic was in order. I know you’re probably tired from being on stage and small talk and full of crappy, catered, fancy-smancy food, but some apologies can’t wait.”
    He laughs, and his magnificent blue eyes are warm and filled with light. He sinks on his knees in front of me. He takes my face in his hands. “I’m the one who should apologize, Linda.”
    I make a face. “Then apologize already.”
    He makes a face back at me. He changes in a blink, serious again. “We’re going to be OK. You do know that, don’t you?”
    “I know it now.”
    Lightly, his kisses start to roam my face. In between touches of lips, he whispers, “I missed you tonight, baby. I was miserable without you.”
    I arch a brow. “You must have been miserable. You called me twice.” I grow frustrated with myself. A little less joking from time to time would be a good thing. His soft lips move on my temple, filling me with sweet, swelling sensations. Quietly, I say, “I was miserable too.”
    He eases back from me, sitting half reclined on a hip, close to me. “When did you find time to do all this?”
    “I brought it with me from home. I get restless the last few hours before we’re together. I’ve got to keep myself occupied somehow.”
    He runs a thumb along the line of my cheek. “Me too.” He smiles again. “I love that you thought of this and did it.”
    I hand him a glass of sparkling water. “So how’d it go tonight? You knock them dead?”
    He shakes his head, and there is something a tad discontent about him. “Nope. I was off.”
    I frown. “So how was the after party? I bet it was crazy. Meet anyone interesting there?”
    Shit. That last part sounded like what it was. Just a touch of jealousy and smidge of bitchy.
    Jack shakes his head. “That was off too. I felt like something was missing.” For a moment he’s perplexed. “I don’t know what… maybe…” and then his eyes start to glow. In a fast move, he’s rummaging around on my body, tickling me as his fingers move from my sides to my stomach to my thigh. “I was missing my Linda. Where is she?”
    Gasping and laughing, I try to evade his hands as I fall back onto the blanket. “Stop that. Stop tickling me or your Linda is going to...”
    His fingers move up from my thigh, his eyes round, and there’s a flutter across the opening of my sex. His face lowers into me and he trails kisses up my neck, whispering, “Oh, and Yolanda missed me and is happy to see me. Not even wearing panties.  I definitely missed Yolanda.”
    I laugh. “You are such a weird man. Why do you call my vagina Yolanda?”
    He nibbles my ear and then balances on an arm to stare down at me. “I don’t know. You just make me happy. And Yolanda definitely makes me happy.”
    I relax into his touch. There’s a pleasant, heavy kind of seriousness between us now in spite of the silliness of our talk. “How’s Pedro?” I touch the front of his jeans.
    “Better now that he’s with Yolanda.”
    “How’s Jack?”
    “Better now that I’m with you.”
    I place a hand on his cheek, fingers spread wide. “Why don’t we go to bed. You’re not hungry. I can tell. It was pretty lame for me to do this tonight, wasn’t it?”
    Jack slowly shakes his head. “Hell no. I want my picnic. I want all of it.”
    Without warning, I’m flattened onto the pillow behind my head and surrounded by his body. I moan into his mouth, my lips parting