Through The Pieces by Bobbi Jo Bentz Page A

wrapped an arm around Maggie and pulled her close. She snuggled up to him.
    "Thanks Maggie. I didn't know how to ask your Mom to be my girlfriend. I think we are going to make a pair, Maggie."
    "Well, I figured Mommy wouldn't ask you herself."
    Ah, so it was the start of a conspiracy. "Hey, I am right here."
    "Oh, would you look at that, Buck? Mommy is right here." Maggie peered at me as if I magically appeared.
    "I think you're right. Well, hello Claire." At this Maggie laughed.
    "Here I was going to offer Christmas cookies, but you two are making fun of me, so I guess I will just eat them myself later."
    "You wouldn't! Mommy, you know I love cookies, especially Christmas cookies." She detached herself from Buck and scooted close to me.
    "Hey, I thought I was your bud?" Buck questioned. "Sorry Buck." She so was not sorry. Maggie was up and ready for her prize. Cookies.
    "Yep, her love of cookies rivals that of Cookie Monster." I went to retrieve the cookies from their hiding place in the cupboard over the stove, Maggie in hot pursuit, her eyes following my every move. I had barely opened the lid when she dived in with both hands. I took the container to the living room and offered it to Buck. Maggie watched him closely, possessive of the cookies.
    "These are great. Did you make them?"
    "Yep, they are Maggie's favorite."
    "I can see why." He took another.
    We were about halfway through the movie when Maggie decided to take Pippi in her room and play on her new iPad. Once Maggie was in her room, Buck sat close to me and took my hand in his, rubbing the top of it with his thumb. I tried to focus on the movie, but his touch diverted my attention. The feel of his body next to mine was wonderful. I rested my head on his shoulder, so comfortable. Comfortable with his body next to me, comfortable with him spending Christmas with us. His free hand moved to my chin, tilting it until I was looking into his eyes. I licked my lips in anticipation, and he lowered his head. I could taste the sweetness of the cookies on his lips. The kiss was soft and slow. My body came alive, and I parted my lips so he could explore my mouth with his tongue. His hands cupped my face as the kiss intensified. I felt dizzy with desire, and moaned as his fingertips traced my collarbone. my body no longer controlled by my brain. Buck took this as an invitation to caress my breasts lightly through my cami. My nipples hardened under his feather-like touch. Buck groaned, and my body begged for more. My hands managed to find themselves in his hair. I crawled up on his lap, his arms wrapping around me. I quickened the kiss and let out a ragged breath when he thrust his hips up to meet me. I could feel his desire against my thin pajama bottoms, and opened my eyes to find him staring at me.
    "We really should stop or I may not be able to." The lust in his eyes underscored his words.
    "Oh, yeah, Maggie is in her room. Bad Claire," I said, the realization like a cold glass of ice water poured on my ardor. I quickly sat down next to him, and he laced his fingers through mine.
    "It's not that I don't want to. Because believe me, Claire, I have been thinking about it nonstop for months." This made me smile. He placed a light kiss on my forehead, and I snuggled up against him, trying to hide the happiness I felt. Merry Christmas, indeed.
    The rest of the day flew by, me snuggled up to Buck. Maggie wandered in and out of the room, occasionally climbing onto Buck’s lap. When it got late, Buck said he needed to go since he had to work in the morning. He got up to take our glasses to the kitchen and I followed him.
    He spun around, looking upset. "I forgot about the Christmas gifts! Some hot mom kept me thoroughly distracted this afternoon."
    "Don't look at me! I was winging it. I thought you wanted my distraction," I answered coyly.
    He hooked an arm around my waist and pulled me to him. "I will always want your distractions." He pressed his lips against mine. It was over too