- 2 weeks later-

Mitch had started running again, lifting with the equipment in his basement, even hitting the heavy bag at the gym. Anything he could to quell the sexual frustration caused by a certain Jamie Watson who had managed to firmly imbed herself into his life. And sadly, none of it was working. When he was running, his mind would drift to the clench and bounce of her ass as she jogged ahead of him, pushing Alex in his stroller. When he donned his boxing gloves, he thought about Jamie’s magic fingers on his skin, kneading the tightness and tension from his back and shoulder. And when he heard the last clang of his weights after his final set, he thought about the awesome chocolate and banana protein shake that she always had waiting for him when he was done.

That’s where he was headed now, upstairs from his home gym in the basement where he was sure that shake was waiting for him.

Alex was sitting in his high chair watching Jamie as she moved around the kitchen. She’d convinced Mitch to feed him freshly made baby food that she pureed for him instead of the stuff from the jar and Jamie had him so thoroughly wrapped around her finger, he’d agreed to her daily purchases of fresh fruits and vegetables, and having his kitchen filled with the putrid scent of blended peas and carrots.

Alex saw him in the doorway and let out a hearty laugh at the silly face his daddy was making at him.

“What’s so funny, huh? Are you laughing at me there Alexander?”

He let out another laugh at Mitch continued to make faces at him.

“Of course you are. But soon I won’t be the only one covered in baby food, mister.”

Mitch snuck up behind Jamie and covered her eyes with his large hands.

 “Guess who?” he whispered in her ear.

 Mitch made enough space for her to turn around, her t-shirt, or rather his… was covers with putrid green stains, the color dotting her cheeks, and some among the strands of her hair for good measure.

 Mitch couldn’t contain his laughter, despite Jamie’s weak punch to his stomach.

 “Shut up. I had a little accident with blender. It’s bad enough the baby laughs at me.”

 Mitch busted out laughing again sobering a little when he saw the scowl on Jamie’s face.

 “Ughh what is that anyway?”

 “Avocado. Alex loves it. Here try it, it’s pretty good.”

 Mitch gagged and choked on the mushy mixture, “Oh God, I can’t believe you feed that to my son!”

 “Well Alex likes it just fine. You sure you don’t want another taste?” Jamie asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

 She sidled closer to him, baby food spoon held out to his face.

 “Come on, taste it.” She laughed.

 Jamie chased Mitch around the kitchen as he hid from the spoon wielding vixen.

 He turned the tables on her, caught her around the waist and began to tickle her.  Somewhere along the lines the tickling turned to touching and Mitch’s hands grabbed her behind and brought her flush against him, taking her lips in a gentle kiss. Jamie parted her mouth in anticipation of his tongue and Mitch didn’t hesitate to thrust it between her lips, only to back away suddenly with a disgusted look on his face.

 Jamie looked at Mitch, confused.

 “I can still taste that nasty avocado stuff in your mouth.” He laughed, running out of the kitchen before she could do him bodily harm.

 Later that night after Alex had been fed, bathed, dressed in his blue puppy pajamas, and put down to bed, Mitch found Jamie reclining on the sofa with a bowl of ice cream preparing to watch her favorite show. They’d gotten accustomed to cuddling on the couch and watching TV. The cuddling would turn in to kissing, and soon they’d be making out like teenagers before Jamie would go home. 

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Mitch licked at her lips with his tongue before taking the bottom one between his teeth. She hissed out a breath before pulling him closer, her fingers laced in the soft dark hair at his nape. He let her take control of the kiss, spearing her tongue into his mouth and tangling it with his.

God…she could kiss him forever. Of course she wanted to do more, wanted to feel his skin against hers, the firmness of his length that she’d only touched, never seen, nestled securely inside of her. But Mitch didn’t press for more, stopped her when she’d slid a determined but unsure hand beneath his waistband, and only once letting his own fingers venture to the heat between her legs. Although they’d agreed to allow their mutual attraction to find it’s own way, they hadn’t gotten any closer than that one 

All of that was going to change. 

Tonight.

Jamie slid her hands under Mitch’s shirt and splayed her fingers across his chest. She could feel his heart beating against the palm of her hand and his breath catch when she fingered his flat nipple.

Definitely tonight.

She allowed a hairs breath of space between them, just enough to tug on the bottom of his shirt in an effort to take it off. And he let her. Mitch nibbled on her ear, his breath warm against her already flushed skin. He kissed the skin of her collarbone, trailed his tongue across the prominence left bare by the drooping straps of her tank top.  She pulled her own shirt over her head leaving her in a lilac colored bra that looked decadent against her smooth skin. Jamie replaced her lips on his, sucking his top lip, allowing the plump flesh to slide between her teeth.  

The press of his erection caused a new wave of wetness to seep from her core and she brushed her thigh against it, eliciting a sudden exhale from Mitch and another wave of heat rushing through her veins.

Most. Definitely. Tonight.

When Jamie’s fingers brushed the fine trail of hair leading into his shorts, Mitch put on the brakes.

“Wha…wait, Jamie…whoa.”

He ran a shaky hand through his hair and stood up to put some distance between them, his pants tented obscenely by the evidence of his desire for her.

He blew out a breath and tried to read Jamie’s expression, but she wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“I should go.” She whispered quietly.

“No! Don’t. I’m sorry, it’s just…”

Don’t you want…” The insecurity in her voice broke his heart. How could he not want her?

“Of course I want…I definitely want. I would have thought that was obvious.” he laughed, gesturing to the still hard member in his pants.

Jamie gave a frustrated, slightly embarrassed groan before burying her face in her hands.

 “Can I tell you something?” Mitch asked. 

 Jamie shook her head yes, still safely hidden behind her delicate fingers.

“You scare the living daylights out of me. I’ve only been with one other person my whole life, and I didn’t feel for her, one tenth of what I feel for you in such a short time. I know what I want, but I just want you to be sure. Sure of this, sure of us, before we go there, so there won’t be any regrets.”

 Jamie was speechless to say the least. Although she hadn’t spoken the words, had done her best to make sure that her sentiments remained veiled, safely guarded, locked away behind the walls she’d spent years building up, she was failing and falling, hard and fast, for Mitchell Kerr. 

“You don’t have to say anything right now. If you really want to go, at least let Alex and I take you home. But…we expect to see you tomorrow, bright and early and I want muffins for breakfast.” He joked.

“Chocolate chip or banana nut?” 

“Chocolate chip of course.” He replied incredulously, his still kiss-swollen lips fighting a smile.

It wasn’t that Mitch hadn’t been thinking about having her 5’10 frame under his, his face between long caramel legs tasting her essence, or those same legs wrapped around his waist or draped over his shoulders, in fact he had been thinking, dreaming, imagining, conjuring up all of the various positions in which he could bend her body in order to bring her the most ultimate pleasure.

 And therein lay the problem. Or at least part of it.

 Call it whatever you want, but Mitch had a serious case of performance anxiety. He was a punk, and eventually his need for release would outweigh that genuine stupidity, but for now, his wrists and forearms were getting a serious workout.

He took a deep breath, “We good?” 

“Never better,” Jamie replied, reaching for Mitch to pull her up from the couch.

 Well….maybe tomorrow.