Thwarting Cupid. Lori Crawford
every last one of them was eradicated in that moment. Quite simply, the man adored her just like she did him. Yes. She was one lucky woman indeed.
Something clattered to the floor in the kitchen, breaking the moment. Their heads snapped toward the door in unison before they both sprang into motion. He beat her into the hallway by mere seconds. They skidded to a stop at the entrance and looked around with equal parts horror and amusement.
Multi colored plastic bowls were scattered all over the place. Josh was sitting in the middle of the floor, wearing one bowl on his head and happily sucking milk and cereal out of his clothes. Christina stared at the mess with a trembling lip, on the verge of tears. The first one fell when she saw her parents standing in doorway.
“Aww, sweetheart, don't cry.” Hutch hurried over and swept her into his arms. She clung to his neck and sniffled.
“I just wanted breakfast to be perfect for you and Mommy.”
Carissa knelt next to Josh and lifted the bowl. He had a pile of cereal in his hair, confirming her suspicion that the bowl had been full when it landed on his head.
“Look, honey, Josh likes it. Don't you Josh?” The boy smacked his lips in agreement when Christina turned her teary gaze on them. Carissa scooped some of the cereal from Josh's head and ate it. She made exaggerated 'yum' sounds. “You did really good.”
“But it's a mess.”
Hutch knelt next to his wife and son with his daughter in his arms. Carissa reached out to stroke the girl's hair. “We all make messes. You know what we do then?”
Christina shook her head.
“We clean them up and move on.”
Christina reached for Carissa, who took her from Hutch. “It's okay, baby girl.” Carissa’s heart filled with love seeing her family around her. She thought it would burst at any moment. She couldn't have dreamt up a more perfect life. Not even if she'd tried.
Even while the thought formed, she felt like something was pulling her away from her family. Away from her kids. Away from her husband. Away from her beautiful home which for some reason she couldn't seem to remember despite the fact she was sitting on the floor of her kitchen. What she thought was light and airy turned dark and suffocating. What was happening to her?
She looked to Hutch, but he appeared to be frozen in place. His image got smaller and smaller until he disappeared altogether. The kids were already nothing more than a distant memory. Or maybe something else.
Carissa tried to call out to them, but no sound came from her mouth. She tried to go after them, but was surrounded with darkness. She had no idea which way to run. Panic caused her to gasp for air. She couldn't catch her breath.
“Fight for it,” someone whispered in the darkness.
She was on the verge of hyperventilating when she opened her eyes. For a disconcerting moment, her gaze darted around her bedroom. And it was her bedroom. Not the one she'd just left after a wonderful session of lovemaking with her husband, but her bedroom in her apartment.
She wasn't married. She didn't have two adorable kids. There was no evil babysitter named Vanessa. But it had felt so real. Even now, the dream stayed with her in disconcerting detail.
Carissa tried to sit up, but a weight held her in place. A hand cupped her left breast. Talk about deja vu. She turned her head, half hoping to see Josh and Christina grinning up at her from the side of the bed. They weren't. But the hand was still there. She turned her head the other way to see Hutch sound asleep beside her. Details from the previous night emerged in her consciousness. He'd fallen asleep on her.
Sometime during the night, he'd removed his shirt and climbed under the covers with her. Worried, but intrigued about what else he might have removed, had her sliding a leg toward him. She wasn't sure if she should be relieved or disappointed when she felt the fabric of his khaki pants. She rolled onto her side intending to get up, but he rolled with her. His hand slid from her breast downward. Knowing where it was headed, she stopped it just under her ribs. She was confused enough at the moment. She didn't need to add anymore complications to the mix.
He didn't fight her. Just shifted his body closer to her and settled into sleep once more. That was when she became aware of a new complication. He was erect. She could feel him pressing into her backside. He wasn't at half-mast the way he'd started out in her dream. He was at full attention and ready for action. Action she could not give him.
Carissa should move. That would be the sensible thing to do. He was holding her in place, but she could escape if she really wanted to. The problem was that she didn't want to. It was a naughty and delicious novelty to feel him pressed against her like this. She'd be a liar if said she didn't like it. She decided to stay put. Perhaps it would be less embarrassing for them both. Yeah. That was it.
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