Chapter 24 Waited For You
WAITED FOR YOU
“Hi,” she said, dipping her head down the next day when she opened the door for Jayce.
Farrah didn’t know why she was so nervous.
It wasn’t as if they didn’t text or talk all the time.
They had dinner last night. He kissed her a few times. Put his arm around her, held her hand.
But they had a chaperone.
Not now. Not tonight.
He didn’t have a bag with him though, so was he not spending the night?
Did he worry he’d have to explain it to his parents? He’d told her he was letting them in on the two of them dating.
“Your brain is processing something. Are you going to share? Or even let me in the door?”
“Oh my God,” she said, stepping back. “I’m so sorry. Come in.”
He grinned, his eyes lighting up with something more than humor. There was desire there mixed in with patience. Exactly what she needed.
Though he leaned down and touched his lips to hers for the briefest of moments.
Was he as nervous as her over this?
Nah, he couldn’t be. Men didn’t get this worked up, she was positive.
“Archer get to his friend’s okay?”
“Yes, he was really excited. I’m sure he’ll be fine for the night.”
Maybe that was why Jayce didn’t have an overnight bag with him. What if Archer wanted to come home and Jayce was here?
Then Jayce would just leave. She was overthinking everything. It wasn’t as if her son was going to walk home alone in the middle of the night and unlock the front door to let himself in.
“He will be. There are six kids. Bless his parents for that, but I know my time will come. Archer is liable to ask me to do it next. I’m going to hold that off for as long as I can. At least that many kids.”
“I had a few sleepovers as a kid. I think my biggest was my thirteenth birthday. Thirteen kids.”
“I don’t know that I had thirteen friends I’d want to spend the night when I was that age.”
But Jayce had always been popular.
“The following week, Jocelyn got to have her party and she only had six. She could barely handle the night when I had mine and said she was cutting hers back. It was a bit too much, looking back.”
“I don’t mind a big party, but not that many kids under my roof all night long. Nope,” she said, shaking her head.
“You’re nervous,” he said, reaching for her, tugging her into his arms and just holding her. Soft, comforting, welcoming. Her body relaxed a smidge.
“It’s hard not to be.”
His lips grazed her neck. “We can go at your pace. And if you don’t want to do more than watch TV, I’m good with that too.”
“I want to do more,” she said. “It’s just... the first time. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
He leaned back, his fingers trailing down the side of her cheek. “Never. You couldn’t.”
She knew that, but it was hard to get out of her own way at times.
Past comments from her ex lingered in her mind.
Actions too.
Did he cheat because of their sex life? Tucker had said that. She wasn’t exciting enough for him anymore after having a child.
She was tired. Just was sick of being taken advantage of. And maybe she wanted a little bit of attention or romance from her husband who’d dismissed her after she’d birthed him a son.
At least it felt that way.
“Don’t take this the wrong way,” she said, “but can we go to my room now?”
He smiled, his brown eyes casting off some emotion she couldn’t quite pinpoint. Not humor. Definitely desire, but something added to it causing a tingle in her belly.
“We can do whatever it is you want,” he said. “It’s your night.”
She laughed. “I want it to be our night.”
“That too.” He leaned down to give her a kiss right there in the foyer where she’d stopped after she’d closed the door.
His mouth worked hers over in a lazy seduction, his hands sliding up her arms, then over her shoulders and down her back.
She immediately felt the tension leave her body as she prepared to get naked with the man who she’d thought would have been her first lover over a decade ago.
“Have you thought of doing this for years?” she asked. “With me?”
He leaned back and smiled. “I have. I did for a long time when we were younger, but knew you weren’t ready. I would have waited for you.”
“I know,” she said. “I wanted it so bad, but wanting and knowing it’s right are two different things.”
“What about now?” he asked, his eyes questioning. “What do you feel now?”
“Ready. Wanting it more than I have another thing in my life. It’s right. I know it is.”
“It is,” he said. He threaded their fingers together and moved through the back of the house with her, into her room and shut the door.
“Just make me forget about everything but us. When you kiss me, it happens.”
His mouth dropped to hers, his tongue tracing the soft outline before sliding in when she parted for him. Her breath caught, her whole body trembling under the weight of it.
They didn’t move beyond the kiss, but God, what a kiss it was. Slow, consuming, a seduction she’d been dreaming about for weeks. Every brush of his lips promised more, every stroke of his tongue left her aching.
Her hands slipped beneath his shirt, her fingertips grazing over the hard planes of muscle as she tugged it higher and off of him.
That was when it hit her he’d been waiting. Waiting for her to be ready. For her to take the next step. He was giving her the choice and the control, his patience a quiet reminder of who he’d always been with her.
Considerate. Steady. The man who could unravel her with a kiss, and still make her feel safe in his arms even for something as simple as not undressing her until she took that first step.
It was exactly what she needed and had been waiting for in a man.
And when his fingers touched the skin on her belly, when he lifted her shirt agonizingly inch by inch until she lifted her arms to pull it off, her nerves fled and her desire awakened and took control.
“You’re beautiful,” he said. “So beautiful.”
His eyes were roaming over her chest, her nude lace bra a constraint she needed to remove.
Her hands slipped behind her back to undo the clasp, then pulled the straps off each shoulder, letting the material drop to the floor next to her shirt.
His hand came up, his palm cupped her, his thumb brushing her hardened nipple in a tease to set her body off and running.
Not that it needed it.
Her fingers dropped to his jeans. The fuel in her body got hit with the charge and nothing was holding her back.
She didn’t want slow, she didn’t want a seduction. She wanted to feel every part of Jayce.
This wasn’t about getting it over with or out of the way.
Not like she’d thought it’d be for the first time.
It was more about making her feel like a woman with the first man who touched so much of her.
Her hands slid into his jeans, pushed them down his hips and left him standing there in his boxer briefs as he toed off his shoes and kicked everything away.
He picked her up in his arms, his mouth crushing hers, then laid her on the bed.
“Just like that,” she said. “It’s what I need.”
He laughed. “Oh, thank God.”
His mouth trailed down her neck, lingering at her chest before he found one breast and drew it into his mouth, his tongue circling, then sucked hard enough to pull a gasp from her lips. She arched into him, her body desperate for more.
His hand cupped her other breast, kneading with a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent a shiver racing through her spine. A moan escaped before she could stop it, her body already burning, already too far gone to change her mind. Not that she even considered it.
She pressed against him, grinding for more friction, craving the heat of him without the barrier of clothing. Her hands fumbled at her shorts, tugging them open, wriggling them down over her hips as best she could while Jayce refused to release her breasts.
She didn’t care. In fact, the way he wouldn’t let her go only fed the fire licking through her veins. Her body was more than ready to surrender to him and he got the hint when she pushed at his shoulders.
But he didn’t get up to undress, rather gliding down her body, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses, licks, nips, and his breath as he moved toward another target.
Her lace panties were gone in a flash, his mouth landing on a different scorching part of her body.
She was wet and willing, and he was more than ready to accommodate what she was silently lifting her body for.
He dove in, his tongue out tasting the full length of her.
She ached, moved closer, and hoped for more.
He didn’t disappoint her. Never. Not once in the time they’d known each other had he let her down and he wasn’t going to now either.
It was as if he knew exactly what she needed, found her swollen bud, pulled it between his lips with a pucker sound, sucked hard, then thrust one finger inside of her.
She let out a groan, her body rising, cresting, ready to hit the peak.
Erotic sensations were curling in her body, springing tight into a coil and ready to pop at a moment’s notice.
That moment came when a second finger entered her, both thrusting in and out, her hips matching the rhythm while he refused to let go of the bundle of nerves that was controlling her every movement.
Her breath caught, her fists gripped the comforter and every nerve ending burst through her body as the orgasm slammed her back in place.
She was crying out in pleasure, her body wanting more at the same time exhausted from that explosion.
But Jayce was relentless and refused to stop. Refused to let go even when she sank back into the mattress, her body almost liquefied.
It was then she realized what he was doing. He was building her up again.
He was getting her there so that she’d be craving even more when their time came to be as one.
It was minutes later, maybe less. She’d lost track of the world.
“Jayce, I need you in me right now.”
She wasn’t sure if it was the tone of her voice or the grip she had on his hair yanking him back that finally got him to move.
He jumped back, reached for his jeans, got a condom out, dropped his underwear and was covered faster than she wanted. She wanted to admire his body a little longer but promised herself she’d get to it later.
They had all night and, the way things were going, she was positive they’d spend most of it right here.
There was a lot of time they had to make up for.
She scooted up on the bed, her body ready for him as he came down on top of her, his mouth claiming hers, the faint taste of her on his tongue as his cock slid inside of her fast.
The fullness stretched her like a welcome pressure that she wanted to grip tighter to her body. The heat of his skin as he lay on hers but kept most of his weight on his hands. The patience that he showed as he waited for her to adjust to the invasion.
Everything he was doing was what she needed in her life.
She lifted her hips to get him to move and there it was again, he was waiting for her to start the ride.
Waiting for her to set the pace.
For her to be ready even if he was shaking in need.
She lifted her long legs, wrapped them around his hips, saying without words everything she needed.
For him to take control. For him to set the pace and she only wanted to hang on.
He got it, lifting his mouth from hers, looking in her eyes, his hands holding him up as he moved in and out.
He was controlled. He was methodical.
He was torturing her.
“Oh God,” she whispered. “It feels so good.”
“I know you’re close,” he gritted through his teeth.
“Very,” she said, her hips mashing against his as he pulled out, her slamming them back together.
A few more times like that was all it took. All she needed for the gates to open again, the flood to rush out, her body screaming out his name as she came a second time.
He was pounding into her now, her ankles keeping them locked and tight together, not wanting to miss any inch of his body in hers.
She felt the sweat on his back, the joy in his movements, and the pleasure in his body as it collapsed on top of her in pure exhaustion.
“Wow,” he said.
“Yeah. Wow.”