Just Sex(5)

By: Heidi Lynn Anderson

“No.” His voice sounded hoarse.

She flipped her mid-length locks over her shoulder, trying to feign nonchalance, and stepped aside. “Please come in.” Her damp hands twisted the tissue. Little white bits rained down on the cold beige tile floor.

He eyed her. “Have you been crying?”

Embarrassment heated Kat’s face. “I, um.”

He stepped closer and shoved his hands into his jeans pockets. “Is there anything I can do to help? Is it your husband?”

An image of J.J. bending her over the ugly sofa and driving himself into her entered Kat’s mind. She shook her head. “No.”

“Do I smell cookies?” he asked.

Kat balled the tissue and pulled herself together. He is just being friendly. “I made them for Sam this morning. Would you like some?” she said.

His smoky gray eyes twinkled. “I’d love some.”

A butterfly army attacked her stomach. “Come on into the kitchen.”

She walked through the archway into the massive kitchen. Kat made her way around the dull space and opened a cabinet door. She slid the trashcan out and threw away the mangled tissue and washed her hands.

Kat dried them on the bright red towel hanging off the cabinet, leaned over the black granite counter and slid a cow cookie jar toward her. She lifted the lid, a mooing sound resonating through the space, and reached overhead. She pulled down a small Fiestaware plate, placed two cookies and a napkin on it and handed them to J.J.

Their fingers brushed, sparks of electricity snapping between them. “Thanks. Are you having any?” he asked.

Kat thought about the size of her butt. “No. I’m on a diet.”

“Why? You don’t need to be on a diet. You’re so fucking sexy!” Heat flooded his face. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

Passion engulfed Kat, her eyes stung and filled. “I’m glad you did. You’re sweet for saying so.” Even if he didn’t mean it, it felt good to hear him say so.

J.J. leaned in. “Just what every guy wants to hear.”

Kat willed herself not to act on the sexual tension arcing between them. Besides, she was sure it was one-sided. The front door flung open. “Mom,” Sam yelled. “Mom. Mom.”

Relief and disappointment swamped her. “I’m in the kitchen,” she said, and leaned away. Kat watched frustration cool J.J.’s sexy features.

Sam bounced into the room, excited. “Cookies! Hi, Mr. Adams.”

“Hey, Sam. How’s middle school treating you?” J.J. asked the boy.

Kat pushed a plate in front of Sam.

“Thanks.” He picked up a cookie and bit in. “Middle school is great.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Kat scolded.

Sam swallowed. “Sorry.” He grinned. “You’re the best mom ever!”

Kat ruffled Sam’s hair. “Charm is not a replacement for poor manners.”

J.J. pushed himself off the stool. “I best get back to work.”

What a sight he made. Fresh need swelled in her belly. “I’ll walk you out.”

She led him through the dreary dining and family rooms. Perspiration trickled down her back. She tried to shove her hands in her pockets. Her palms slipped over her hips. Damn yoga pants.

J.J. stopped by the door and placed his hand on the doorknob. “Thanks for the cookies.” He twisted the knob and yanked it open.

The desire to kiss J.J. and taste him on her lips had her toes curling against the cold tile floor. “You’re welcome.” She leaned in, kissed J.J. softly on the cheek and pushed him out the open door, then pulled it shut. She rested her head against the heavy door. The feel of the solid wood against Kat’s back calmed her frazzled nerves. She hadn’t felt this giddy and out of sorts in years. Too bad it can’t go anywhere. She heaved herself off the door and sauntered back to the kitchen.

Sam sat at the breakfast nook finishing his cookies. “Mom, do you think Dad was mad at me before he died?”

Kat’s smile vanished. She squatted in front of her precious son and looked him straight in his blue eyes. The innocence in their watery depths reminded her how young he still was. She did what the child therapist had told her to do. “You did nothing for Dad to be mad at you for.”

It was times like this Kat wished Sam were small enough to pick up and hold. She pulled him into her arms instead. “Oh baby, Daddy was never angry with you.”

“I miss him.”

Kat’s heart broke as she wrapped herself around him and hugged him tight. “I know.”

His arms snaked around her waist. “Will you leave me too?”