“Put them in your purse, and when you get home remember to put them beside your bed!” Jenny said, and the four of us burst out laughing.
13
I buzzed Jay up and awaited his arrival at the door. I hiked the strapless fuchsia dress up one last time. It would be a struggle to not keep pulling at it during dinner but I would have to force myself.
The noise of the elevator door opening carried down the hall, and Jay’s footsteps rushed over the carpet. I didn’t wait for him to knock, and opened the door.
“Hi Beautiful,” Jay said, his eyes roaming over me.
He was wearing another pair of jeans that clung to his thighs. I couldn’t wait for him to turn around to get a look at his ass in them. On top he wore a buttoned dress shirt that stretched tight over his muscles.
Jay held out a bouquet of sunflowers. Our fingers brushed as I accepted them from him, the touch rousing. Attached to the bottom of the bouquet was a DVD of The Clock. My heart paused when I saw it. I can’t believe he even remembers that conversation.
“I hope you still have a DVD player.”
“Thank you, I love them, both the flowers and the movie. I haven’t watched it in ages,” I said, and went up on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
As I leaned into him, he planted his hand on my hip, sending electricity throughout me. We stayed still like that for a moment, before I moved aside to let him into my condo.
“I thought we could watch it tonight.”
“That’s a great idea. I’ll put these in some water,” I said, waving the sunflowers and walking to the kitchen area.
“It smells wonderful in here,” he said.
“I hope you like lasagna.”
“Love it. See you’ve still got the jeans on the wall.”
“Of course, they stay there until the day I can wear them.”
Jay laughed. “Here, I also brought bubbles.” He held out a foil topped bottle.
“Ah, you didn’t have to do that. It’s too much.”
“No it isn’t.” He pulled off the foil and the little wire cage. With expertise, he pushed his thumbs against the cork and it popped.
“I’m sorry, I don’t have any champagne glasses.”
“That doesn’t matter, regular wine glasses will do.”
I pulled some out of the cupboard, and he poured us each a glass.
“Thanks,” I said as he passed me one.
“A toast, to a wonderful dinner with,” Jay paused, his eyes boring into me, “the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of dining with.”
A lump formed in my throat at his words. And I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was being sincere. I chinked my glass to his, wishing I could find some kind words to say back to him.
Instead, I set my glass down and kissed him.
His lips were wet with champagne, and fizzled on my lips. He pulled me tight against his body while our mouths explored each other. My heart thudded in my chest, not quite believing the only thing that had kept me going through my hellish week was actually happening.
I pressed myself a little harder against him, squeezing out all the air between us. The exposed skin on my shoulders zinged underneath the pressure of his fingertips. I urged him to take a few steps backwards until he was standing beside the sofa. Thank goodness for bijoux living. I took another step, sending him toppling backwards onto the sofa, and me with him.
“Whoa,” he blurted as he tumbled but found my lips against to continue our kiss.
In our tumble, my breasts popped out of my dress and partially out of my strapless bra. But Jay didn’t seem to notice. Or if he did, he didn’t react. Instead his hands caressed my exposed back, then ran over my dress and stopped on my behind.
I let out a soft moan of approval as his hand lingered on me and pressed into my cheeks. His hardened cock dug into me, with incredible restraint, I refrained from reaching down and grabbing it.
With me on top of him, he craned his head to nuzzle my neck, trailing kisses to my shoulders. I reached up and ran my fingers through his luxurious hair. Without warning, he hoisted me up so that my breast dangled on his lips, making me gasp.
His wet tongue lapped at my breast, working its way closer and closer to my nipple, still hidden in my bra. He reached the edge of my bra and pulled it aside with his teeth.
The oven timer bleeped. Again and again. I cursed it.
“You need to get that,” Jay said.
“No, just ignore it.” But it wasn’t going to stop until I pushed the button.
He pushed me off of him and sat. “You’ve worked hard on it, you don’t want it to burn.”
“Trust me, it’s not hard to make, and it’s lasagna, the worst that will happen is it browns a little on top.” The high pitched beeping continued.