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Dating her is easy and fun and everything I never knew I wanted, until our kids launch an all-out campaign to break us up. Can our relationship survive their meddling, or will we wipe out?
We’d moved away from the topic of kissing so quickly that I worried the moment had passed me by. Again. I felt like a teenager, wondering when I’d get the chance to kiss the pretty girl.
Natalie glanced at her watch and her eyes popped open. “Shoot. I’m late for a meeting.”
She jumped out of her chair so fast that her foot caught the leg, making her tumble sideways and almost fall into the patio railing. I leaped to my feet and grabbed her around the waist, steadying her with my body.
“There she goes again,” I joked.
“Yeah, yeah. Make fun of the klutz.” She was breathing fast, but I wasn’t sure if it was from the almost-fall, or our proximity.
I could feel every inch of her body, her breasts against my chest, my arms around her waist, my fingers against the small of her back. I didn’t want to let go.
When she looked up at me, her lips parted.
“I think I may have to hold onto you,” I whispered.
“Yeah,” I said, my voice low. “So you don’t break a bone or anything.”
“Is that the only reason?” Natalie’s cheeks flushed and her gaze drifted to my lips.
I couldn’t wait another second.
“Can I?” I leaned closer.
“Please.” Her eyes drifted closed.
When our lips met, a shiver ran down my spine. It didn’t feel like a first kiss. It felt like catching the perfect wave. Like sunshine on my face. Like warm blankets on a cold California night.