He kissed her too, his hand still very warm from the shower massaging her breast, memorising the feel of her under his fingers, and then he spun her round in his arms and kissed her harder, pressing a knee between her legs as his hands opened her robe. He wanted this memory of her almost entirely naked in the kitchen and pressed against him, wanted it to carry him on through. His mouth didn’t leave hers, and his hands were everywhere, exploring and caressing every inch of her, at least until he heard the toilet flush and he pulled back, resting his forehead against Marcie’s, his eyes intense, not saying a word as he brushed his hand over her nipple and then pulled her robe closed again, tying it up around her, safe and sound.
He smiled at her, devilishly. “Just something to keep you going,” he said, and kissed her once again on the lips.
Kaden stepped back out of the bathroom and eyed them both, clearing his throat as he picked up his orange juice again. He thought about making some comment like gross, like should I have knocked before coming out of the bathroom but he kinda liked how in love they were. Kinda felt it gave them all a bit more of a chance.