Cabin Fever(89)

 

“Tell me their names,” he says. “I’ll go beat ‘em up.”

 

I move to step into the hug he’s offering. “You can’t beat up everyone who’s mean to me.”

 

“Oh no? Watch me.”

 

“What if that person is you, though?” A bite my lip as I realize that a piece of my past has risen to spoil the mood.

 

“Me? Are you crazy? Why would I ever be mean to you?”

 

I shrug, looking at his chin instead of his eyes. “It happens. People get comfortable with one another and then their good manners slip away, little by little.”

 

“These aren’t manners, silly girl; this is love. Love is what makes me want to stroke your beautiful hair, do your laundry for you, cook your dinner, hug you, touch you, make love to you…”

 

My face flames red. “You haven’t done that last part yet.”

 

He pushes his hips forward so I can feel his hardness against me. “Not for lack of will, let me tell you.” He leans down and kisses my neck. “It’s taken all my strength to hold back, you know.”

 

I run my hands up his arms and wrap them around the back of his neck. “It has?” I drop my head to the side to give him better access to my collar bone. I had no idea until I spent time with Jeremy that this was a sensitive spot for me. His hands slide up my ribs, his thumbs resting just beneath my bra. Then he lifts them just the tiniest bit, stroking the sensitive skin on the underside of my breasts.

 

“Yes. Pure torture. I can’t wait anymore.” His kisses cease for a moment and the room is completely silent as he waits for my response.

 

“You don’t have to wait if you don’t want to,” I whisper, staring into his gorgeous blue eyes.

 

Next thing I know the world is turning sideways. “Whoop!” I yell, and then start giggling. He’s carrying me into his bedroom.

 

“Say no more,” he says in a booming voice. “You don’t have to tell me twice. No ma’am.”

 

“Shhhh! You’ll wake the baby.”

 

He places me on top of his bed and quickly removes his shirt. It goes flying out behind him, and his pants are already halfway off by the time it hits the ground.

 

“What are you doing, you maniac?” My face is flushed and I’m breathing heavily. This is what we’ve both been waiting for. If we’re as compatible in bed as we are everywhere else, I have no reason to keep pushing his proposal off. Everything feels so right with him.

 

“Watch and see.” He drops his pants, his boxers, and last, his socks. Then he stands there, looking at me, smiling.

 

I stare at the perfect form of the most attractive man who ever walked the earth. “Wow.” You’d think with me being an artist, I’d have a better vocabulary for beauty, but not today. Not right now. “Just wow.”

 

He grins even harder and then gives me a double-bicep flex. “What do you think?” He looks at one bicep and then the other before turning back to me. “Should I do some more pushups?”

 

I reach out with grabby hands. “Come here and start taking my clothes off or I’m going to force you into my studio so I can draw you.”

 

He drops his muscle pose and comes closer, reaching for my shirt buttons. “Mmmm, sounds kinky.”

 

I laugh, I’m so happy to be with this man. “Believe me, it’s not. Not at all. You’d fall asleep from boredom.”

 

My blouse falls from my arms and he starts to work on my bra. “Oh no, I wouldn’t. Want to know why?” He leans over to see the back of me and his breath tickles my neck.

 

“Yes,” I say, no longer laughing, “tell me why.” My nipples have grown taut under my bra, anticipating his hands on them.

 

“If I’m naked in that studio, you have to be naked too. Trust me, that’ll keep me awake.”

 

The erotic image appears instantly in my mind. “I’ve never drawn while naked before.”

 

“There’s a first time for everything.”

 

My bra falls away and his big hands slide from my back to my front, taking both breasts. He kneads them and leans in for a kiss.

 

I meet him halfway, my hands sliding down to run the length of his hardness. This kiss goes deeper than any before it, our tongues slipping along one another while our mouths move for better angles. His lips are full and soft. We match rhythms so perfectly. He nips me all of a sudden and I go after him to nip him back. He laughs.

 

“Easy now, I still have to take those pants off you.” But he doesn’t move away; instead, he presses himself into my hand more fully and closes his eyes.