“I’m sorry, Lovely. I didn’t mean to frighten you,” Peanut said softly, his scowl fading.
Phoebe could still feel her heart pounding in her ears but she wasn’t sure it was from fear anymore. Her hands were no longer pushing against his chest but instead clinging. Her breath came in short little pants as they stared into each other’s eyes. The world seemed to fall away, and desire stirred inside her for the first time in a long while.
Peanut’s mouth was suddenly on hers and she wasn’t sure if she’d kissed him or if he’d kissed her. His tongue thrust inside her mouth devouring her as she let out a little moan of pleasure. She was caught in some weird spell of desire and fear as his hands tightened around her waist and she found her breasts pressing against his hard chest.
Her brain shut down and she was swept away by a passion so deep she ached with it. Her hands moved up to pull his mouth down into hers and she heard Peanut groan as he pressed his hard cock against her stomach. His hands cupped her ass and tilted her towards him, his teeth nipping at her lips. She gasped as his lips left hers and began leaving little nipping kisses down her neck. He was just nudging aside her shirt when he suddenly ripped himself away from her, leaving her swaying in the middle of the kitchen in a daze. Jasmine came rushing into the room and crashed into her dad, hugging his legs tightly.
“You made it before I went to bed. I’m so glad. I missed you bunches, not that I don’t like Phoebe, it’s just that you’re my dad. Did you and Uncle Viking get the job handled?” Jasmine asked, her words coming a mile a minute.
“I missed you too, Jazzy pants,” Peanut said, lifting her up for a bigger hug.
“Daaadd, I told you I’m too old for that nickname,” Jasmine whined.
Realizing that Peanut must have heard Jasmine running down the hall, she closed her eyes and took a calming breath. Her body was still tingling with desire. Phoebe turned back to the dishwasher on shaky legs trying to change gears. Her hands trembled as she started rearranging the dishes to get the last two into the dishwasher. She finally managed to get them moved around and everything loaded into the washer. When she closed the door and set the cycle, she realized that the task was mundane enough to cure her lingering desires.
“Can you tuck me in tonight? I like when Phoebe does it but I want you to do it tonight. I missed you lots and lots,” Jasmine was saying when Peanut set her down on her feet.
“Of course I’ll tuck you in, Little Lovely. I missed you lots and lots too,” Peanut replied, allowing her to take his hand. Phoebe wiped the counter with a wet washcloth trying to keep her mind off the fact that Peanut had almost literally lit a fire in her pants only a few moments ago.
She looked up to see Peanut being led out of the kitchen. Their eyes met and they shared a look as he followed Jasmine out. It was heated and held the promise that what had happened just moments ago wasn’t finished. Hurriedly finishing the clean-up, she headed to her room. She was fairly confident he wouldn’t follow her. She didn’t know if she was ready to have the conversation his eyes had promised they were going to have.
When she got to her room she stripped, climbing into the shower to get ready for bed. She tried not to think but it was a losing battle. What the heck was that down in the kitchen? Why had she allowed him to kiss her? Had she even allowed it? She was married, for cripes sake. Yes, Johnny was a useless human being who’d used her for a punching bag, but she was still married. Marriage meant something and it felt wrong that she’d allowed Peanut to kiss her. At the same time though it had felt so damned right too.
She reached up and touched her lips as she stood beneath the hot water, her eyes closing as she relived the sensation of his kiss. She let out a little moan as she stopped caressing her lips and jerked the bar of soap off the shower caddy, scrubbing it over the loofa she’d bought. She needed to stop thinking about that kiss and make damned sure it didn’t happen again. She was married and she should at least get a quickie divorce before she got herself involved with another man.
She quickly washed and climbed from the shower, wrapping a towel around herself. As she opened the door of the bathroom, a waft of steam preceded her from the small room. She put on her underwear and some shorts with one of the t-shirts Peanut had given her the first night she was there. She was standing in front of the mirror and lifted her shirt, smoothing her hands over the slight bump of her baby. She smiled softly as she viewed the proof of life that was already starting to show. She’d started researching OB/GYN’s in the area yesterday and wondered how she was going to afford to pay for all the doctor visits. She was still mulling it over when her door was pushed open.
“Running won’t save you from this conversation, Lovely.” Peanut said from the doorway, his eyes dropping to her bare stomach as a frown clouded his already stern expression.
She gasped and jerked around to face him as he barged in with her
