Chapter 34
The Lovers desire for passion is tempered by trust and respect.
CAL
Ihave seriously underestimated Danny Chan. “I’m sorry I’ve judged you so harshly. Maybe I was judging myself, too, for how I felt about you.”
“Felt? Past tense?”
“I might reconsider.”
“Under what conditions?”
“Let’s start with another kiss.”
Was it a sign from the Universe that just as our lips touched, the fireworks started on the dock below us?
I had his shirt unbuttoned and halfway off by the time we stumbled through his front door. He unzipped my sundress and I try my best to sexy-shimmy out of it.
“STOP!”
I freeze mid-shimmy. Just as well: the Spanx is glued to my body, and I am having little success peeling it off my sweaty skin.
I knew it. I freaking knew it. Middle aged men can’t handle a middle-aged woman’s body.
I lean over and yank on my dress to pull it up. It is twisted around my ankles. I suck in my stomach; my muffin top is spilling over the Spanx. I’m too angry to care about it or the cellulite on my thighs.
I lose my balance. Danny catches me and props me against the wall.
“Cal, stand still. If you try to walk with that dress around your ankles, you’ll fall and break your neck. You’ve got me so worked up I’d probably have sex with you first and then call the coroner.”
Oh.
Why do I always think the worst about myself and other people?
I stand still while he kneels to help me out of the dress. He is completely confused by the Spanx so I jerk it off as quickly as I can. I desperately want to neatly fold the dress, but I forget about neatness and folding altogether when Danny remains kneeling and pulls me to him. His finger traces the outline of my panties, and his mouth is hot against me. I am moaning with anticipation. Suddenly he stops.
He stands up, a sheepish grin on his face. “I’m old. Can we do this in bed? My knees are killing me.”
He pulls me through the door of his bedroom.
The first time was passionate and wild. We couldn’t get enough of each other. Afterward, we lay entwined in each other’s arms, feeling the headiness of physical satisfaction.
The second time was slow and delicious. We pace ourselves, tracing body parts with our tongues, exploring other body parts with our fingers. When he brought me to climax with his tongue and fingers, I writhed with pleasure so deep and complete that I felt momentarily paralyzed.
The third time…. I’d heard about transcendental sex before. I can only describe it as a meeting of souls that was sacred.
“I love you.”
Who said that? Did I say it? Did he say it?
I realize it was Danny, half-singing, half humming, Nat King Cole’s song, “I love you, for sentimental reasons.” He spoons me close and kisses my neck. “Don’t go home tonight.”
I am exhausted, half-paralyzed, and sex drunk. “No car. Must stay.”