Chapter 2-Right Here in Our Cheery Kitchen
"There Goes The Neighborhood"
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"You know what just happened?"
Amanda shook her head. "What?"
"We just had our first fight...as man and wife, that is."
"Right here in our cheery kitchen," she added with an awkward chuckle as she shoved her hands in her pockets. His comment and playing this cover had brought to mind her mother's rush to get her married again. She couldn't help wondering what it would be like to actually be married to this man. She'd teased him about how normal people do things when they were arguing and he'd admitted that he didn't conform to her idea of normal. She sensed though, that it had more to do with some deep-seated pain from his past that led him to being a loner and keeping people at arm's length.
As he reached to shake her hand, Lee felt a surprising jolt of electricity at the contact. During their fight, he'd been equally surprised that when he'd challenged her, she'd not only risen to the challenge, she'd actually come up with a good scenario. He couldn't help wondering if that fiery look he'd seen in her eyes during their argument would be duplicated under...other circumstances. If just a simple touch of her hand could get him this excited, what might kissing her do...or more? He decided that he had to find out. Using the grip he had on her hand, he closed the gap between them, pulling her closer as he took a step to meet her.
Amanda's breath caught in her throat as his mouth hovered near hers. She'd recalled the look in his eyes last night when he'd stood nearly shirtless on the stairs, taunting her with his dimpled grin as if daring her to go to bed with him. She had to admit, she'd looked. How could she not? He was an attractive man, after all. Before those thoughts could continue, she found she'd met him halfway and their lips were meeting in a fiery clash of tongues and teeth as they sought to devour one another. A low moan escaped her from deep in her throat when he gripped her bottom and she felt his growing erection pressed against her as his tongue delved into her mouth. She reached up to tug at the knot of his tie. She quickly loosened the tie, dropped it to the floor and moved on to the buttons of his shirt.
Lee couldn't believe the charge he got from just kissing this seemingly simple housewife. Why the hell was she wasting her time with a dull-as-a-stick weatherman if she had this kind of fire burning within her? Or was that where the fire came from? Was she bored and left wanting by her so-called boyfriend? Was she just playing it safe with him because she was divorced and didn't want to risk getting near a real fire again for fear of getting burned? His musings were soon tamped down by the feeling of her nimble fingers on his bare chest, her nails grazing his nipples. He tore his mouth from hers, closed his eyes and tossed his head back as he groaned out her name.
Hearing her name on Lee's lips spurred Amanda on. She lowered her lips to the skin she'd just exposed, something she'd wanted to do since the night before when he'd teased her about getting her mind out of the gutter. She felt her desire for him rising as he clutched her head and ran his fingers through her hair, while his deep husky tone reverberated through the room. At hearing the sounds of the pleasure she was giving him, she became bolder and dropped to her knees in front of him, made quick work of his belt and his pants, freeing him from them.
Lee's eyes flew open in surprise. "A-man-da," he choked out through his ragged breathing. "What are you doing?"
She licked her lips seductively and answered sassily, "Something else we normal people do," and without another word, she took him in her mouth.
"OHHH!" he cried at the sensation of being enveloped in her warm, wet mouth. If this was her idea of normal, he could get used to being normal in a hell of a hurry. "Oh...so...good..." he panted as she ran her teeth lightly along his tip, then took him deeper, increasing the pressure and then starting all over again. Where had she learned to do that? He shook his head and decided that he didn't want to know.
He grasped her hands, pulled her to her feet and captured her lips in a heated kiss as he backed her up against the kitchen table and yanked on the tails of her blouse, pulling it free from her slacks. He worked the buttons loose until her skin was exposed to his questing hands. He then moved his hands to the button at her waist and flicked it open, followed by lowering her zipper. He broke their kiss to push down on her pants in an attempt to free her of them, but was hampered by her heels. She helped by leaning against the table and kicking them off. He finished the job he'd started on her pants and returned to her waiting arms, pressing hot open-mouthed kiss to her neck, her chest, anywhere he could reach.
"Lee," she hissed as she closed her eyes and luxuriated in the feeling of his lips on her skin. She let out a tiny gasp and opened her eyes when he lifted her up onto the table. "Wh-what are you doing?" she rasped.
"Trust me," he replied with a salacious grin as he parted her thighs and knelt between them.
"OH!" she cried out as his tongue made contact with the most intimate part of her being. She clutched his head in her hands as he began a teasing assault on the sensitive bundle of nerves at her center. She soon found that her legs began to shake and she moved her hands to grip the sides of the table for support, grateful that she was sitting or she felt sure she'd her knees would have buckled already with the intense pleasure he was giving her. She couldn't help crying out his name as she felt the waves of release washing over her.
He raised his head to look at her, a satisfied smirk on his face. He reached for her waist with one hand, while his other fumbled for the foil packet in his pants pocket. He halted for a moment before opening it though, searching her eyes for her consent to continue. When she reached up to place her hands on his shoulders to urge him closer, he quickly sheathed himself in the latex and pushed into her slowly, both of them groaning at the connection between them.
"Yes," she sighed as he gripped her hips and began to move within her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed her hips against his to urge him deeper.
"Oh, yes," he echoed as he drove into her, the tension that had been bubbling between them since last night dissipating as their breathing quickened and he soon felt her tightening around him as she clutched him tightly setting off his own release and he felt himself exploding inside her.
As he struggled to catch his breath, panting and gasping, he couldn't help thinking that the kitchen had just been made a whole lot cheerier. He smiled a bit when he saw the sated grin on her face and that she was breathing equally as hard.
When he finally moved away from her, disposed of the used condom and they both straightened their clothing, he grinned at her. "You know, I like blue a whole lot better."
She licked her lips and fired back, "Well, like I said, blue makes it cheerier."
He couldn't help laughing and shook his head. Somehow, she'd managed to surprise him with that one even after their passionate encounter. He figured his "blue" crack would have her shifting back to the nervousness he'd seen in her last night. He turned to reach for his suit jacket and in doing so came face to face with her boyfriend's photo. Or almost face to face, since the guy's face wasn't visible in it. He let out a sigh, wondering what she was thinking about...if their coupling meant anything to her or if she'd just be returning to...him. He hoped not because he could see himself having an incredible future with her if she were willing.
"So...um...Amanda?"he began without turning to face her.
"Yeah?"
Taking a deep breath, he faced her and with a gesture at the picture on the wall, continued, "So...uh...last night, you said you had to consider...what's-his-name."
"Dean," she informed him and confirmed, "Yes, I did, but I think things have changed since then...don't you?"
Was that hope he saw in her eyes? His heart did a somersault at the thought. Trying not to sound too eager, he grinned and teased, "So, does that mean you plan on telling him there was something fishy going on here?"
She snorted. "Oh, that's really terrible." Still she couldn't help laughing. She smiled at him. "To answer your question, I'll have to tell him something. Maybe I'll just tell him to think of me as the one that got away." They shared a laugh and as they prepared to say their goodbyes for the day, this time instead of shaking hands, they shared a tender kiss.
