Separation Anxiety(86)

“How come you’re not eating?” he asked midway through the meal.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured, looking up at him. “I can’t focus on food when I know what’s coming next.”

He grinned a sinful little smile. “That’s why I’m eating so much. Need the fuel,” he said, taking another bite of his steak.

I smiled back, loving his expertise at calming me and breaking the tension. I took a sip of my wine, and then I realized that if I didn’t eat something soon that I’d just pass out from drinking wine on an empty stomach. And that would really ruin our evening. So I forced down some food, unable to concentrate on what I was eating as I thought about what it would be like when his body finally connected with mine.

I tried to focus on the beautiful scenery right outside the window, but I failed miserably. The only scenery I wanted to drink in was the man seated across from me. But I would prefer if he was stark naked. Okay, maybe not in the restaurant, but it was the only imagery in my mind.

Finally dinner was over. It seemed to take forever, but in actuality it was less than an hour. Each passing second of our meal caused the aching throb between my legs to pulsate more as I stared across the table at the man who would soon be mine in every way.

Jesse charged the meal to our room, and then he took my hand and led me to the bar, where he ordered a bottle of wine. The sommelier opened the bottle and poured us each a glass, and then we took our glasses and our bottle and headed up to our suite.

When we arrived, Jesse set down the bottle of wine and his wineglass on the end table, and then he took off his suit jacket. He draped it over the couch, and then he walked over to me. He took my glass out of my hand and placed it next to his, and then he took my hand in his and pulled me close against him. He laced his fingers through mine and pulled my arm behind his back, the same way he’d held me the first night he’d kissed me.

His other hand came up to my face, and his fingertips grazed down my jaw and then circled around my neck. He leaned his forehead to mine.

“Are you ready for this?” he whispered.

I answered by kissing him, taking the initiative for once in our relationship. I brought my free hand up to his face and ran my fingers down that gorgeous jaw of his, feeling the soft hair become rough as I ran my fingers upward. He let go of the hand he held behind his back and he placed his hand on the small of my back, drawing me in closer to him as his mouth opened to mine.

It was one of those kisses that started out soft and sensual but gained momentum quickly as the inferno of need took over inside us both.

He started backing us up toward the bedroom, and somehow in my lust my hands moved up around his neck and his hands moved down to my thighs and pulled upward, so I laced my legs around his waist. He broke our kiss to carry me to the bedroom, and my lips moved down his neck. I traced the strong line of his jaw with my tongue, feeling that perfect, coarse stubble as I went, knowing that at some point during that night, I’d feel that stubble moving across the planes of my body.

When we arrived in the bedroom, Jesse set me on the bed. He knelt on the floor and removed the heel from my left foot, and then he massaged my foot. He did the same with my right foot, and all I could do was sit back and enjoy it. I moaned in pleasure as I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, enjoying the feeling of his hands on my feet. Then he trailed kisses starting at my ankle and moving up my leg to my knee. Seeing him kneeling between my legs did something serious to my libido, and suddenly I didn’t want to take things slowly anymore. The nervousness had subsided completely as I knew that this moment was for us, and this moment was meant to be. I wanted him inside of me. I felt needy and wanton and full of desire.

But he had different plans.

He’d told me that he was going to make love to me slowly and gently the first time, and he was certainly delivering on his words. He was seducing me and proving that he was an expert at seduction.

After he made his way to my knee, he stood up slowly. He bent down and removed his shoes and his socks, and then he turned back toward me.

I stood up and walked to him. I pulled the bottom of his shirt out from his pants, and my heart raced as I anticipated seeing his perfect, sculpted body in front of me without any clothes. But this time, I could look, taste, and touch all I wanted. I was free, liberated, and ready to give myself to Jesse as everything that had been building between us for over five years erupted in a volcano of lust and desire.

I could feel his eyes on me and I heard his breathing quicken as I took one of his hands in mine, unbuttoning his cuffs. I did the same to the other side, and his hands went to my hips as I started working my way up the row of buttons holding his shirt closed, hiding that washboard that I was about to taste. My progress was slow as my fingers fumbled in anticipation.