I heard him moving around in his closet, muttering under his breath. I wasn’t sure what he was saying, but in my own head all I could think about was just finally getting to the sex part.
I tried to focus on the task at hand. We were going to have to say goodbye for two weeks. Granted, this time things would be different; we could talk on the phone whenever we wanted. We could Skype. We could text and email all day long. But none of it was the same as actually being in his strong and loving arms.
Although I had to consider the one advantage: If we were spending the next two weeks together and didn’t have our daily responsibilities since we were on our summer break, we’d never be able to keep our hands off of each other. It would mean entire days together, and it was only going to get harder to wait if we had all of that uninterrupted time. And I knew in my heart that I would never regret waiting until I was a free woman to give myself to Jesse.
The night before, we’d discussed his travel itinerary. He’d be in California by June 7, so I was going to fly into San Francisco on the redeye. We made a plan for him to pick me up from the airport, and then we’d crash before we drove through wine country together and the next night would be just for us. It sounded like the perfect kind of romantic getaway that would do justice to “our night.”
I just wished I could go off the grid with him again, but this time in Mexico.
He started to change his plans, but I didn’t want to be the reason he missed out on a vacation he’d already planned and paid for. I essentially forced him to go. Even though the time we had spent apart had been torturous, I knew that he’d be worth waiting two more weeks for. Besides, I had plenty to sort out while he was gone. For one, I needed to get back to the house I owned with Richard, get the rest of my belongings, and split up the rest of our stuff. While it would have been helpful to have Jesse there with me for that, I didn’t want to be the reason he changed his travel plans.
So while Jesse packed for his month-long getaway and I spread out on his bed and thought about what was going to happen in two short weeks, I was full of lust, but I was also full of excitement.
I was done feeling sad that my marriage hadn’t worked out. I was ready to move on with Jesse. I wasn’t sure where I’d come up with the idea that there needed to be some sort of waiting period between men, but I was over it. My marriage had been over for a long time, and I was ready to let go of the past, to be rid of the man who had held me back in so many ways, rid of the man who I knew had leaked that picture to the press that had nearly cost me both my Jesse and my career.
Two long weeks all by myself in Jesse’s house and it would all be over.
Jesse put all of the clothes he was planning to take with him into his duffel bag, and then he lay down on the bed next to me. We just fit like two pieces in a puzzle; the moment he stretched out on his back next to me, I turned into his side and he pulled me close. His arm laced underneath me and my head rested on his shoulder. I threw one arm across his waist. I could feel the muscles in that delightful washboard that he called a stomach under my arm. Good Lord, he was all kinds of sexy and I melted into another puddle of lust.
I was lying on Jesse Drake’s bed. With Jesse Drake. And he was holding me in his arms.
I was a little giddy at the thought.
“I’m going to miss you, V,” he said, leaning his head down to plant a kiss into my hair. I tightened my grip around his waist as I felt a wave of emotion course through me.
“I’ll miss you, too, Jesse.”
“Two weeks?” he asked.
“Two weeks,” I confirmed, and he sighed. “What?” I asked.
“How am I supposed to concentrate on decompressing and enjoying Mexico when I know you’re here going through all of this shit with the asshole with two first names?”
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be okay. I’ll be worried about you driving all over another country aimlessly.”
“It’s not aimless. I do have a plan,” he mumbled.
“I know,” I said, leaning up on my elbow and looking him in the eyes. I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his neck, taking in his scent that I had memorized so long ago. “I was just teasing you.”
He shifted his arm and somehow managed to pull me on top of him so I was straddling him. I giggled at his move and shook my head, pursing my lips and narrowing my eyes at him.
“What?” he asked innocently, holding his hands up in mock confusion as his dark eyes stared up into mine.
I grabbed his hands and laced my fingers through his. He pushed his hips up and once again I felt his rock hard erection pulsing beneath me. I was hit with a need for him stronger than ever.