Something About Lorelei(27)

“Lorelei.”

“Yes?” She turned around.

“Don’t go. Please spend the night with me.”

“Are you sure, Jack?”

I held out my hand to her. “I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life.”

She gave me a small smile as she set her dress down on the lounge chair and climbed back into bed. Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her into me as she snuggled tightly against my chest. She fit perfectly into me. Almost as if she was made to be there.#p#分页标题#e#

Kissing the top of her head, I asked the question that I was sure she wouldn’t answer.

“Why haven’t you had sex in seven years?”





Chapter Eighteen


Lorelei

I wanted to tell him so badly about Hope. He needed to know, but I was scared. He hated kids and what we had just shared was beyond magical. I’d never felt this kind of connection before. Don’t get me wrong; I loved Brett with every fiber of my being. He was the love of my life. But this connection I had with Jack was something different. Something I couldn’t explain. Did I want to open up the wound that never fully healed seven years later? Not tonight.

“Can we talk about it in the morning? I’m really tired right now.”

“Of course. Get some sleep.”

I lifted my head from his chest and kissed his lips. He gave me a small smile and my insides filled with happiness. This was the tender side of Jack Sutton. A side I hadn’t been so sure existed.

The next morning, I opened my eyes and looked around the room, trying to focus where I was at, forgetting at the moment that I wasn’t in my bed in my apartment. Rolling over, I stared at the empty spot where Jack had laid last night. Regret started to settle inside me as I lay there. What the hell did I do? Now what? I sat up, holding the sheet over me as my eyes looked around his bedroom. The gray walls were the same as the rest of the house, as were the white crown molding that accented them. His bedroom furniture was black and very much the same style as the downstairs.

Climbing out of bed, I used the bathroom and then grabbed a blue t-shirt Jack had lying on the chair. After slipping it over my head, I walked downstairs and into the kitchen where the aroma of coffee awoke my senses.

“Good morning.” Jack smiled. “Coffee?” he asked as he held up the pot.

“Yes. Please. Coffee is very much needed right now.”

He poured coffee into the mug and handed it to me. His eyes raked over me from head to toe.

“You look great in my t-shirt. Very sexy.” He leaned over and kissed my lips.

“Thanks. I hope you don’t mind. I didn’t want to get back into that dress.”

“I don’t mind at all. I really like the view.” He winked.

Sitting down on the black stool at the island, I took a sip of my coffee. Jack set down a small brown basket filled with croissants, muffins, and small pastries.

“Dig in.” He smiled as he took a croissant. “My maid, Madeline, is off on the weekends so she makes sure to pick these up every Friday.”

“You have a maid?”

“Yeah. She’s great. She’s more than just a maid, though. She’s my chef, my friend, my confidant, my tailor if something needs mending, and she’s just an overall great woman. Between you and me, I think she and Tony have a thing for each other.”

I laughed. “Really?”

“Yeah. Even though they won’t admit it, I know something’s going on.” He set down his coffee and sat on the stool next to me. “How did you sleep?”

“Great. How about you?”

“Good.” He slowly nodded his head. “Are you ready to tell me why you hadn’t had sex in seven years?”

I tilted my head as I stared at him. “You’re just dying to know, aren’t you?”

“Actually, I am, because I can’t imagine someone as beautiful as you not having sex for all those years.”

Taking another drink from my cup, I sighed. “When I was sixteen, I met this guy named Brett. We fell in love and had big plans for our future together. We were going to go away to college, graduate, get married, start a family, and live happily ever after until he was killed in a car crash two years later by a drunk driver.”#p#分页标题#e#

“Lorelei, I’m sorry.” He reached over and placed his hand on mine.

“After he died, I had no interest in meeting other guys. Brett wasn’t just my boyfriend and my lover; he was my best friend and I couldn’t see myself with anyone else.” I looked down.

He gave my hand a gentle squeeze. “I can’t even imagine what you went through but not to have sex for seven years seems a little ridiculous.”