CHAPTER ELEVEN
SETH
Having sex built up quite an appetite in the two of us, and it’s our growling stomachs that finally drag us out of bed. If not for that, I would have been more than content spending the rest of the day in bed with Jennifer.
I gaze across the kitchen island as she fixes sandwiches for us while I cut up apples.
I wasn’t lying when I said it was worth the wait.
Before sex was simply a bodily need that got met.
Sex with her was beyond that. I felt as if for the first time it was beyond a mere need or want.
Suddenly I understand why people do such crazy things for love.
When you connect on both mental and physical levels with someone, you cannot give them up.
More powerful than any drug, amazing sex with the one you love is a high unlike anything else.
And like any other high, you want to keep chasing and experiencing it.
As we sit and eat, my cock presses against my shorts, eager to experience the hot squeeze of her pussy once again.
She smiles at me, and I smile back, while mentally wondering when it would be acceptable to haul her into the bedroom and make love to her again.
Sadly, we’re not as in-synch as I would like as she finishes her food and gives me a fast kiss before she’s heading for the door.
Dumbfounded, it takes me a long moment to react. Thankfully, I have longer legs and reach the door before she does. “Where are you going?”
Puzzled, her head tilts to the side. “I have another guest cabin to clean. You know that.”
Dammit, I do know that. That doesn’t stop the hot bite of jealousy that sinks into me. I want Jennifer all to myself. Her smiles are for me alone.
“What’s he like?” I snarl.
She blinks at me and then laughs. “For one, she is a fifty-year-old professor here to write her next research paper, and for two, do you really think I do this,” she gestures between us, “with all the guests here?”
I don’t really think that, and I feel stupid for my flare of jealousy.
Sighing, I shove my fingers through my already disheveled hair. “Jennifer, I think I already told you I don’t have a lot of experience with relationships. All these feelings are new to me. Can you be patient?”
Pushing up on her tiptoes, she tugs my head down and kisses me. “You don’t need to be jealous,” she whispers against my lips. “And I’ll be patient with you as long as you’re patient with me too.”
“Deal.”
With another quick kiss, Jennifer leaves.
Alone with my thoughts, the afternoon passes in a haze.
I don’t quite know what to do with myself.
I take another walk around the lake and might have casually strolled by the cabin, which has Jennifer’s little car sitting out front along with a bright red convertible BMW.
I don’t think for a moment that Jennifer lied to me, but seeing the long blonde hair of a woman on the deck of the cabin as she types furiously into a laptop has me smiling and my steps picking up their pace as I head back to my cabin.
Back at the cabin, I do something entirely out of character for me. I take a nap.
I wake up and walk out into the living room to see Jennifer already in the kitchen doing the dishes left over from lunch. Coming up behind her, I wrap my arms around her and just breathe in her scent and enjoy the feel of her there with me.
“Stay tonight,” I say against her hair.
Her body stiffens, and she tilts her face to look at me. “I’m not sure I can.”
“We could park your car somewhere else if that’s what you’re afraid of.”
“Maybe,” she says.
It’s not a yes, but it’s not a no either.
“Think on it over dinner.”
We make dinner together, another doctor-approved meal, grilled salmon and roasted vegetables. But there's a charge in the air now. We’ve crossed the line from getting to know you to being lovers.
The conversation flows more easily, our touches linger longer, and I know I’m grinning like a fool the entire meal.
When she agrees to spend the night, I feel more elated than when I made my first million.
After dinner, we clean up together. Then she takes a shower, and I take my evening meds and try not to think about her naked in my bathroom, water running over her curves.
Sadly, my willpower is lacking when it comes to Jennifer, and I strip off my clothes and join her in the shower. We make love with her pressed against the tiles, her ass soft against my stomach as I thrust into her and she cries out my name. I don’t last long, but neither does she.
Wet and sated, we dry off in the bedroom, and she borrows one of my t-shirts. Crawling into bed, with Jennifer curled up to my side, we stay like that for a long time, not talking about anything in particular, just being there together.
Her hand rests on my chest, over my heart.
“It's faster tonight,” she observes. “Your heartbeat.”
I grin, not at all surprised by that. “You make it race.”
“That's probably not good for your recovery.”
“It's the best kind of workout.” I catch her hand, bring it to my lips. “Jennifer?”
“Yeah?”
“I need you to know something. When I touch you, when we're together like this... it's not casual for me. It never was.”
“I know.” Her voice is soft in the darkness. “It's not casual for me either.”
“Good.” I roll her beneath me and settle between her thighs. “Because what I'm about to do to you isn't casual at all.”
She gasps as I kiss down her throat, and I smile against her skin.
This time we make love slowly, and I worship every inch of my lovely Jennifer. Telling her with both my body as well as my words how much I love and need her.