I watched her perfect, curvy bottom as she stood beside the window, carefully checking to be sure her mother had left.
Then she turned to me with a grin.
I smiled back and opened my arms for an embrace.
She crossed the room in a few quick steps and pressed herself against me, soft and warm, her face nuzzling into the crook of my neck. Her hands slid up my back, fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt as she held on. I wrapped my arms around her, one hand settling low on the swell of her hips, the other stroking slowly up and down her spine.
“She’s gone for the afternoon,” she murmured against my skin, voice low and a little breathless. “All ours.”
I tilted her chin up and kissed her, slow at first, then deeper when she parted her lips for me. She tasted faintly of the mint she alw
