Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jolie climbed on the bed and toed off her cowboy boots. Lifting her arms above her head, she stretched the length of the mattress and patted the bed beside her.
As I’d thought, the bed had seen better days, and by the desperate twanging noises the springs made, it had seen plenty of action as well.
Bending, I picked one of the boots up and inspected it.
“Foot Fetish?” she asked, rolling onto her belly, perching her chin on her hands and crossing her lower limbs in the air. She looked fucking adorable and at least ten years younger than her thirty-one years.
“No, but if I’m not mistaken these are the very same boots you had back in Florida.”
“Yep, bought them in that boot place in Orlando near the outlet when I was fifteen,” she confirmed. “I only use them for dancing, I don’t normally wear them at any other time,” she said, patting the bed again.
Dropping the boot to the floor, I toed off my own boots and climbed on the bed beside her. Jolie scooted around and sat facing me. It felt like a dream come true reconnecting with her after all that time and seeing her patiently watching and perhaps anticipating my next move.
But right then, I was in no hurry to rip off her clothes and take what I wanted because my heart felt full just to be with her again. My hungry eyes ticked over her pretty, long hair and huge blue eyes, and then settled on the light smattering of freckles dusting the bridge of her cute button nose.
Lifting a strand of her beautiful long raven locks, I twirled the end of it around in my fingers and brought it to my nose.
It smelled clean and fruity, mingling with the aroma of her the light feminine fragrance she wore.
As I breathed her in, I sensed it was a cocktail I could easily become addicted to.
“What?” she asked, disrupting my intense scrutiny of her.
“Forgive me while I bask in a rare opportunity to look into the eyes of the one that got away.”
“Is that how you see me?”
“It is. No matter what, you’ll always be my first love, You, broke my heart. Before I fell for you, my brother Korry told me I’d never forget my first love ... and he was right. What about you? Did you miss me at all?”
“Bawled for months—wouldn’t eat, could hardly sleep … I even ran away once, though I didn’t get far when I remembered we were in bear country.”
I laughed but palmed the soft silky skin at her jaw. She immediately leaned into my hand and sighed. “This feels a bit surreal,” I admitted. “You were the last person I ever thought I’d see again.”
“How do you think this feels for me?” she asked, agreeing.
“How does it make you feel?” I countered, frowning.
“Excited, scared, horny, sad,” she informed me, pouting.
“Why sad?”
“Maybe because I only have you for one night. What if you leave with the impression, I hook up with guys all the time.”
“Do you?” I asked playfully, sensing in my soul that it wasn’t the case.
“Three guys in sixteen years is hardly promiscuous.”
“Yet, you’re doing it with me?” I questioned.
“Tonight will give me closure on sixteen years of wondering how it feels to be yours, even if it is only for a few hours.”
“So, you’ve pegged me as a fuck and dump rock star?”
“Are you saying the reputation the industry has given you isn’t warranted?”
“I’m not a rock star when I’m with you. I’m just Louis, and you’re my long lost, high school sweetheart.”
Unexpected tears pricked Jolie’s eyes, I could tell that my reply had touched her.
“Thank you for not making feel cheap to need this with you.”
“Baby, I could never think anything but the best of you. And now that I’ve found you, this won’t be the last you see of me.”