Cabin Fever(90)

 

“You like that?” I ask in a whisper, stroking slightly faster.

 

“Oh yeah.”

 

A few seconds later, he pulls away. He stands there, staring at me, his expression going dark, unfathomable.

 

I start to get embarrassed under the pressure of his gaze. Is he regretting what we’re doing? Remembering another woman in my place? Does he wish he’d never asked me to marry him?

 

“I want to do this the right way,” he finally says.

 

“And what way is the right way?” I’m hoping beyond hope that he’s not going to bring me to the brink like this and then just throw me into the abyss.

 

“Stand up.”

 

I slide off the edge of the bed and stand there, naked from the waist up, waiting to see what he’s going to do.

 

He moves closer, looking down at me as he gets near. “I want you to know that it’s just you and me in here.”

 

I look to my left, confused. “Okay.”

 

“I don’t mean Cassie coming in. She can’t escape that crib. I mean… I mean Laura.”

 

I nod, waiting to find out more. Obviously, I figured she would come up between us. How could she not? Jeremy loved her very much and it should be her here, not me. Maybe he’s not ready. I’ll be okay with that, if that’s the case. Just like he said he could wait for me to be ready, I can do the same for him. I’m not with him for the sex.

 

“I’ve been thinking about this since you moved in here. I didn’t want her to be between us, her memory to keep us from being able to enjoy this second chance I’ve been given.”

 

I slide my hands up his shoulders as he unbuttons my pants. “Second chance?”

 

“Yes. Second chance at love. And a couple in love has to be able to make love.”

 

“I agree.” And I smile. He has to work through this, I can see that now. I’m going to do whatever I have to do to make this easier for him. It’s a big step making love to another woman when you thought you’d never be with anyone else ever again.

 

“Laura wouldn’t be upset at me moving on. She told me so many times that if she died first, she’d want me to get married again.”

 

“You said she was always saying she was going to die young.”

 

“Yes. And she told me that if I found someone who loved me as much as she did, I had her permission to remarry.”

 

“I do love you, you know,” I say, my heart lurching at the emotion that rushes in. “Very much.”

 

“I know you do. I can feel it in my bones. I can see it when you hold my daughter. Our daughter, if you ever say yes to my proposal.”

 

I grin slowly, as my pants and underwear fall to the floor and I step out of them. “I guess we’ll find out now whether we’re truly compatible.”

 

“And then I’ll have my answer?”

 

I hold my breath for a few seconds, wondering if I should commit to committing.

 

Say yes, says a voice in my head. I’m not entirely clear whether it’s my voice or another woman’s, but I go ahead and obey it anyway.

 

“Yes.”

 

Jeremy smiles at me and I swear I can see a light beaming out of those blue eyes of his. “Well, alllll riiight.” He sweeps me off my feet and place me on the bed, climbing up next to me.

 

“So how much foreplay are we talking here?” he says, winking.

 

I reach up and grab him, pulling him to me. “Why don’t you just come on over here and find out.”

 

That’s pretty much the last conscious thought I have about what we’re doing. Then it’s all hands, and mouths, and tongues, everywhere on my body and then his. His fingers go inside me and I’m so wet. I stroke his length and taste him. And when I can’t stand the anticipation anymore, I grab him and pull him over me.

 

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asks me, breathless, hovering over my body.

 

“Yes. Absolutely. And you? You’re sure?”

 

He reaches down, places himself at my warmest spot, and smiles. “Oh yeah, baby. I’m ready.”

 

I cry out with pleasure as he slides into me, stroking me from the inside, filling me and bringing our lives full circle. It doesn’t take long before I’m feeling the rush of orgasm and floating away on cloud nine with the man of my dreams. He cries out with me and his body flails with the power of his finish.

 

When we finally come down, covered in sweat and the scent of our lovemaking surrounding us, he slides off to my side with his heavy arm resting on my stomach.

 

His hand moves to my abdomen, his fingers spread enough to cover it completely.