Omara Johnston-Reid-Hall remained silent.
Sky looked heavenward. “Mom? You’ve got to be kidding, right? Please don’t tell me that you are gunning for husband number four?”
“Then I won’t share my good news with you. I’ll wait and share it on Saturday when you meet Sam.” Omara laughed nervously.
“Mom!”
“Be happy for me, Sky. I think he is the one.”
“The ink from your divorce is barely dry on husband number three! You know I’ve only ever wanted your happiness, but you won’t find it like this.”
“Sam is different. He used to be a minister.”
Sky was shocked. She stopped her machine before she actually did fall off. “Are you serious!?”
Remington heard Sky and looked over. Whatever was going on, she looked horrified. He placed his barbell back on its stand and sat up from the bench.
Sky’s mom was still talking in her ear. “Of course, I’m serious. I take the institution of marriage very seriously and would never play around with something like this.”
So serious that it’s your sixth engagement and will be your fourth marriage, Sky thought. “He’s a minister.” Sky said it as if she were talking to a small child. “You don’t even go to church. What denomination is he? Do you even believe in God?”
“He’s the denomination of God. That’s all that matters. Anyway, that’s neither here, nor there. And don’t be so negative. If I’m happy, you should be too.”
Sky was truly speechless.
“Please, honey. Be happy for me. And, gotcha!”
“So, you were just kidding?”
“About Sam being a minister? Yes. He’s really some big shot Hollywood agent. But not about getting married.”
Sky shut her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Mom, I have to go. I have an–um–something came up. Can I call you later?”
Sounding non-the-wiser that Sky’s head was about to explode, Omara responded. “Of course. Call me later tonight.”
Sky hung up.
“Is everything alright?” She opened her eyes to find Remington standing close.
“I’m fine. Just remind me to never get married and never have children.”
He scratched the side of his head as he joked. “Just the kind of woman I’m looking for. Seriously, you look like you could use a punching bag.”
“I could.”
“There isn’t one, so how about some weights? You can take your frustrations out on the weights instead of whoever you were talking too. It’ll help release the aggression in your eyes.”
“A punching bag would be perfect.” With my mother’s face on it. She thought.
They walked over to the free weights area.
Remington picked up a couple of ten-pound barbells and handed them to her.
“Ten pounds? Really?” She lifted an eyebrow.
“It’s not how heavy they are it’s the repetition. You don’t have bulky muscles, so I figured a little something for the aggression and a little something to tone. Squat like this.” He pulled her back to his front and placed his hands on her hips.
His touch warmed her. And, as he spoke into the back of her neck, the heat from his words spread throughout her entire body.
“Feet braced apart, like so.” Focus, Rem. Forget how damn good she feels in your arms. Remington was fighting the same internal battle.
Sky tried hard to listen and to follow his instructions.
“Now, pretend as if you’re about to sit in a chair.” His voice was low–husky.
“Like this?” She didn’t recognize the sound of her own voice. The heat from his closeness fell off of him in waves, the strength of his arms, the natural smell of his body caused her to turn slowly into his arms.
Sky’s eyes connected with his and Remington held her gaze.
She couldn’t breathe as time stood still.
The moment his gaze traveled to her lips, a kiss was inevitable.
Sky wasn’t sure who moved first, but his lips touched hers in a soul-stirring, heart-pounding, panty-wetting kiss.
Chapter 13
Sky dropped the weights. They landed somewhere on the mat behind them.
Sky felt a rush of passion pool between her thighs as his hot tongue traced the outside seam of her lips. Remington nipped at her bottom lip with his teeth before sucking it into his mouth. She gave Remington full access as he thrust his tongue fully inside her mouth. Skillfully, he explored her, and Sky explored him too.
Their tongues swirled around each other as they struck a rhythm that was both urgent and needy.
Sky melted against him and let her hands roam free. She placed them all over his hot and sweaty chest touching him in ways she had only fantasized about.
Remington moaned into her lips.
Time and space no longer existed. The world shrank to just the two of them.
His hands slid lower and gripped the back of Sky’s thighs urging her to lift and loop them around his waist.
Her mind was no longer in control. Her body was, and it did what it was told.
He was hard. Real hard. She felt the length of him as he squeezed her ass and ground into her sex. Sky couldn’t help but rock into him.
The ache for more was making her crazy as the pulsing between her thighs intensified.
Remington continued to thrust into her mouth and stroke her sopping wet core.
Sky sucked hard onto his tongue as she dug her fingers into his hair and completely gave herself over to the pure feelings of ecstasy.
She didn’t know how he managed it, but Remington dropped to his knees while never breaking their kiss. Then, he laid Sky back onto matt.
She cradled him firmly between her legs.
The sound of their kisses and their heavy breathing echoed throughout the room.
Sky could feel the heat of his chest through the thin t-shirt she wore, but when he cupped her breast, and that’s when she broke
