2. Prescription For Love

Abby was about to refuse and then, on a whim, covered Flann’s hand with hers, drew the peach closer, and slowly took a bite, sucking the sweet, meaty flesh into her mouth. Juice ran down her chin. She couldn’t believe she was making such a mess of herself in public. As she chewed and swallowed, she watched Flann watch her. Then Flann’s thumb was on her mouth, slowly wiping away the juice. Abby’s breath caught as Flann brought her thumb to her mouth, her tongue flicked out, and she licked it with a slow swirl of her tongue. Abby’s thighs weakened and her stomach fluttered.

“I’m not seeing anyone except you,” Flann said. “I did ask Carrie to go out with me a while ago, but she hasn’t taken me up on it. I intend to let her know we’d make better friends. She won’t mind.” “You don’t have to because of me,” Abby said just a little breathlessly.

Flann lifted their hands, the peach still dripping, and took another bite. She licked some of the juice from Abby’s fingers. “Not doing it for you. For me. You’re the only woman I want to think about.”

“You’re right about the peach,” Abby said. If Flann touched her now, anywhere, she’d go up in flames.

Flann grinned and held it up for Abby to take another bite. “Told you.”

They passed the peach back and forth until it was gone and then found a portable water station and washed their hands. By the time they’d slowly made the circuit of the tents, Abby had picked up fresh fruits and vegetables and a package of steaks.

“There’s a grill on the back porch at my place,” Abby said. “Why don’t you stay for supper?” “Yeah?”

Flann’s pleasure was so plain Abby’s heart warmed. “Yes.”

“I’d like that. Do you drink wine?”

“A red would work with the steak.”

“Excellent.” Flann slipped her arm around Abby’s waist. “We’ll pick some up on the way back.”

Abby hesitated. “You know Blake will be there

”

“I figured.” Flann’s mouth brushed her ear. “He’s your son. I know you’re a family.”

Abby stopped, turned her head, and kissed her, right there by the side of the road with pickup trucks and people passing by. “You are remarkable.”

“I’ll remind you of that the next time we’re alone.”

Abby settled into the passenger seat, the taste of peaches lingering on her lips. She reached for Flann’s hand and tried to think if she’d ever had an afternoon quite so perfect. She knew she hadn’t.

CHAPTER TWENTYFOUR

Flann pulled over in front of the old schoolhouse that was Abby and Blake’s home now. Two bikes leaned against the white picket fence.

“Damn,” she muttered.

Abby’s brows furrowed “What?”

“Blake and Margie are here.”

“I thought you said you didn’t mind—”

“It’s not them.” Flann slid an arm around her shoulders and pulled her toward the center of the front seat. “I was hoping for more kisses. I seem to be suffering from a lack of them.”

Abby’s eyes cleared and she smiled, a satisfied, very feline kind of smile. “Oh. I see.”

Flann pretended to be offended. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were enjoying my discomfort.”

Abby ran her fingers down the center of Flann’s T-shirt, avoiding her breasts, but the way Flann’s skin ignited, she might as well have been naked. Her hips lifted, and she growled. “Come on, Abby.

That’s no fair.”

“Why not? After all, a kiss is more intimate than a little touch.”

“That’s not a little touch.” Flann grasped Abby’s wrist, turned her hand over, and kissed her palm. She flicked her tongue over the soft swelling at the base of Abby’s thumb and bit down gently. Abby gasped. Flann glanced up at her, her mouth still pressed to her palm. “And there are all kinds of kisses.”

Color flared in Abby’s face and her eyes took on that dark, sultry haze again. “I suppose we should clarify exactly what kind of kisses we’ll be sharing.”

Flann shook her head. “Too late. Kisses, no qualifiers. Anywhere we want.”

Abby’s heart beat so rapidly she could feel it in her throat. Trying to set limits with Flann was like trying to stop the sun from rising in the morning, a force of nature far too powerful for human restraints. Especially when she didn’t really want to restrain her. Heat swirled in her belly, and if she didn’t have two teenagers waiting inside, she would have forgotten all about why getting involved with Flann was a bad idea. She couldn’t look away from her mouth, couldn’t stop thinking about how her soft, warm lips would feel on her skin—possessive and demanding. When had she developed the desire to be pleasured, to take, to want? She brushed Flann’s lips with the thumb Flann had bitten.

“You have a beautiful mouth. I’m going to enjoy your kisses.”

“Jeez, Abby,” Flann groaned. “Have a little mercy.”

“Mmm. I don’t think so.” Abby laughed, popped the door behind her, and jumped out. “Come on, you promised me dinner. You’re due at the grill.”