Love by Love - 15
Mimicking his hold on her, she cupped the sides of his face and pulled his mouth, down to hers. It wasn't a fleeting kiss she gave him, by God, but one that wouldn't leave any doubt that it was happening. Brock made a noise, she couldn't decide if he grunted or groaned. He folded her into his arms and leaned back against the wall. He canted his head and deepened the kiss that she had started by parting his lips over hers. He tasted like very fine scotch, a perfect blend of heat and masculine appeal that set her mind spinning. There was nothing tentative about him, the time, nothing fleeting or obscure.
Reba opened her mouth, her growing urgency yearning for more and melting against him, tasting, teasing, his advancing tongue, welcoming the tremors racing through her. She also made a sound but recognized it as her own sense of wonder that she was not frightened, but empowered by his response. The muscles of his shoulders tightened under her hands, the tendons in his neck straining, as he moved to taste her. Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples quickening from the blasting heat of his chest against hers.
Reba rose to meet each new sensation and decided her libido was far from dead. This towering giant of a man with his maddening choice of a stick or hug only mock her fears within his mouth, his taste, his all- consuming presence. He broke the kiss, his lips forging a trail of quivering pleasure along her jaw, up her cheek and across her temple. And then he covered her head with his hand and tucked her under his chin with a sigh so fierce the air rushed from her lungs.
"I'm thinking we should stop now" Brock whispered. "Before I forgot my noble intentions".
"Wait! Don't stop!" exclaimed Reba springing up from her bed. It was just a dream "Oh God... That was a nightmare, definitely a nightmare!" Reba psyched herself to believe that wasn't a sweet dream that she dreamed about him doing exactly what the book described. Reba brought her hand to her lips, the sensation of his kiss still lingered. "I need a drink!" Reba tiptoed down the stairs to her kitchen, trying not to make any noise that could wake Brock who was sleeping on the couch. She went to her fridge and took a bottle of water out, and tiptoed back to her room.
"Hmm... Reba." She stopped dead in her tracks and shut her eyes afraid to move a muscle. She though Brock would get up and see what she was up to by now, but nothing. Reba looked over at the couch to see how he was doing. Why would he call her. What she saw almost made her giggle. He was hugging, kissing and nudging a pillow. Reba quickly tiptoed back to her room before she started to laugh. Once she got on top of the stairs, she realized that he called her name and made out with the pillow. So he must have had a similar dream that she just had. She really needed a drink! She tried to twist off the bottle cap: it was tight. Reba almost let out a cuss word. Brock had twisted off a few bottle caps and left it in the fridge for her convenience. However since she was in such a rush, she grabbed the one that was still sealed.
"Dang it!" She didn't like the tap water, but it had to do for now. No way she was going back down the stairs.
Reba got dressed in the morning with her daughter's help. She lay guilt on the girl to help her out, and it worked. Reba tried to avoid being alone with Brock, so she made sure her daughter was with her at all time.
"Morning girls." Brock greeted the two redheads that just came in the room. Cheyenne was already there with her dad waiting for her breakfast. She too spent the night at Reba's house last night.
"Can you help me open this stupid thing?" Reba still held a grudge about that water bottle that she couldn't open. Brock twisted the cap off and gave it back to her.
"Why didn't you take the one that's already open?"
"I was in a rush, and didn't check. It was in the middle of the night I didn't want the kitchen light to bother you."
"You... uh... you came down stairs last night?" Brock thought he saw her shadow disappearing at the bend of the stairs. If she came down last night, she must of saw him kissing the pillow, because he woke up spitting lint in his mouth and it was the same time that she turned around the corner. Reba blushed confirming that she saw him. God, she must of think that he was a creep! Brock couldn't blame her for trying to avoid him. But what Brock didn't know was Reba avoided him because she felt embarrassed that she dreamt about him that way, and hearing him moaned out her name didn't help.
Reba eventually made an appointment at her favorite hair salon. She decided to do something with her hair. When she came back home, Brock looked at her in shock.
"What happened to your hair?"
"I decided to lose weight, so I cut my hair short." Reba smirked and playfully flipped her hair. "It'd be easier to take care now, especially when I'm still in a cast." Reba didn't want him to wash her hair and put them in an awkward position again.
"But you only have to keep your cast for two more weeks," whined Brock in despair. He loved her long hair.
"You don't like it?" Reba began to worry. She wanted him to like it... for some reason.
"You look adorable with your hair short, but I admit, I'm used to seeing you with long hair. I mean ever since we're in college." Brock studied her new look. She still looked as great as she always was. He reached out to feel her soft silky curls that now were at shoulder length. It used to be as long as the small of her back.
"Well, I like it. It made me feel younger, energetic, and frisky. Not that kind of frisky!" Reba made sure he understood.
Smiling and brushing a strain of her away from her cheek, Brock complimented, "You look great, hun." Reba mumbled 'thanks' and smiled back at him. Suddenly they thought about that kiss that happened a few days ago and tension filled the room again.
"Mom?" Kyra and Cheyenne called out in unison.
"Hey girls. How do you like my haircut?" Reba gave the girls a hug.
"Good, dad wouldn't complain about how your hair sticks in the vacuum cleaner anymore." Cheyenne stated with a giggle.
"Yeah, dad almost said a bad word when he vacuumed your room." Kyra added. Reba noticed that when the two girls were together, they just called them mom-dad, but when they weren't together, they would usually call them Mr. H or Mrs. H.
"He did, didn't he?" Reba glared at him.
"Honey, it was your hair that stuck in the vacuum cleaner." Brock defended himself blaming Kyra.
"What was my hair doing in mom's room?" Kyra quipped.
"I don't know. You both have red hair. Hungry? I made you mac & cheese." Brock steered the conversation away from trouble. He made pasta for the kids and ordered Chinese for Reba and himself. Reba tried to scoop some rice with her folk, but it kept slipping through the tines. Brock took the fork from her hand and he fed her. When they were around the kids, they seemed to be fine.
"Here comes the plane, mom," kidded Kyra as Brock was feeding Reba some rice. "Oh did I tell you that dad was smooching with mom a few days ago?" Kyra told Cheyenne. Reba almost choked on her rice.
"Eww... not when I try to eat!" Cried Cheyenne. Well that just provoked Kyra to say more.
"Yes they do. Mom and dad was sitting by the sink K-I-S-S-I-N-G" Kyra just didn't know she just made her mom turned different shades of red. The more Cheyenne kept making disgusting face, the more Kyra teased. Reba sat at the edge of her seat growing uncomfortable.
"Alright girls, that's enough." Brock decided to put an end to this, he too started to feel embarrassed. But he was determined to talk to Reba about it, because they couldn't avoid each other forever. He certainly did not want that. "Girls can you please give us a minute?"
"See he will kiss her some more." Kyra still found it enjoyable to make Cheyenne feel uncomfortable. Cheyenne was at that age that boys were disgusting. Kyra was still too young to feel that way. The girls were sent to their room… well to Kyra's room.
Silent filled the room while the two adults were trying to think of the right thing to say.
"Uh… about that day…" Brock started.
"That's all right. We both just got caught in the moment," commented Reba avoid looking at him.
"No, that's not what I want to say." Brock moved his chair closer to her and lifted her chin with his forefinger to look into his eyes. "I was gonna say that I want to kiss you again and if you want to stop me, you should slap me now."
Reba brought her hand up and placed on his cheek. Brock closed his eyes half way expecting the pain across his face, but to his surprised, Reba moved her hand behind his neck and pulled him down to meet with her lips. The spark of electricity surged when their lips were passionately connected. Brock deepened the kiss that she started. He brushed his tongue against her lips, begging for entrance. Wildfire rushed through their bodies when she parted her lips, granted him the access and their tongues touched. The spasm of desire for one another was phenomenal. It was magical. Their bodies were drawn closer together, never losing the connection of their kiss. Unfortunately, her arm was in the way forcing them to break apart.
"I told you, they will kiss," told Kyra to Cheyenne peeping through the opening between the kitchen and living room.
"Shut up Kyra! Did they stop yet?" Cheyenne asked closing her eyes tightly.
"I don't know. Let me check." Kyra 'discreetly' poked her head to see them again. "Ahh!" She startled when Reba glared at her. "Mom saw us! Run!" She ran to her room with Cheyenne following closely. Reba couldn't help but giggle.
"So…?" Brock's heart was still pounding. "Is that meant we're okay now?"
"Okay, in what sense?"
"Are we going to date?"
"Nope." Brock was taken aback by Reba's sudden reply. He thought since she was the one who kissed him first, it would lead to something further than friendship. Did that kiss mean nothing to her? Didn't it affect her like the way it did to him? Couldn't she feel the spark? The wildfire? The fireworks? Reba smirked seeing his priceless expression. "Not before I take my cast off." Reba's addition statement made him felt much better. Brock beamed. But Reba didn't finish just yet. "I only kiss you now, so you don't have to make out with a pillow," remarked Reba before making an escape. Brock watched her disappear around the corner of the stairs with a huge smile spread across his face, Two more weeks before she was scheduled to take her cast off, and then they were off to Hawaii. He hoped for a date before they leave, but now he hoped that he could convince her to have their first date in Hawaii! Yeah! Brock did a happy dance in his head with his fingers crossed.
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* The book she read is Tempting the Highlander