Thankfully, I’m saved by the waiter who’s been waiting on Jess and me to finish so he can leave. Jess pays for our dinner and guides me back to his truck. We ride in silence to Nana’s place. Jess pulls into the driveway and pauses for a moment before he turns off the engine, and I realize he’s going to walk me to the door. Who does such a thing anymore? Most of my dates have dropped me at the curb outside my condo or better yet, sent me home in a taxi on my own.
It’s nice to be walked to the front porch, but he doesn’t stop when I open the door. He follows me inside.
“What are you doing?” I turn to face him as he closes the door behind us. He steps close to me, his chest brushing against mine, and he cups my cheeks with his hands.
“I can’t spend the entire night, but right now, you’re going to lead me upstairs, and I’m going to make love to you.” His mouth covers mine before I can protest.
“You’re so pushy,” I mumble against his tempting lips.
“You have no idea how pushy I want to be with you.”
Well, who can turn down that offer?
Slowly, we climb the stairs. I lead the way, and Jess follows me. When we enter my room, I spin to face him, and his mouth tenderly connects to mine. We stand in the antiquated bedroom and kiss for several minutes before Jess grips my hips and guides me to the bed. Once I’m seated, he returns to kissing me. He pushes me back with his upper body, but he doesn’t climb over me. Not yet.
His mouth leaves mine, travels down my neck, and stops at the swell of cleavage near the edge of my dress.
“You’re so bright,” he whispers to me, palming my breast over my dress. “Everything you wear is colorful.” It’s said with wonder. Does he feel his world is dark?
His hand releases my breast and works its way to the side of my waist, curving over my hip and then down to my thigh. Jess slowly tugs up the material, still braced by his other arm over me. His eyes follow the skirt of my dress rising, revealing more skin until it’s above my thighs. Jess presses off the mattress. Bending at the waist, he leans forward to dot kisses along my thigh while his hands cover my knees, spreading them apart. My legs dangle off the edge of the bed, and they tremble a bit in anticipation of where his hands might lead.
Then he lowers to his knees, and my head pops up. Jess’s focus is between my thighs, and he leans forward to blow hot air over the seam of my damp panties. My breath hitches, and he tugs the lacy material off. He returns to pressing kisses up my inner thigh and gently nudges my legs farther apart. His tongue laps across my sensitive folds, which ache with need and drip with desire. My head falls back as I melt under his attention. A long lap. A slow lick. A sharp nip. It’s nothing like I’ve experienced before. He isn’t in a rush. He isn’t speeding to a finish line. He’s taking his time to worship me, and soon, I’m floating, breaking apart like little stars.
Maybe he could love me.
It’s a silly dream, more like make-believe, but I’m willing to the live in the fantasy for a little while.
He stands as I settle from the high of his mouth. He tugs at his shirt, pulling it from the back of his neck up and over his head. I’m still wearing my dress, but he doesn’t seem to care. He makes no attempt to undress me. His eyes watch mine as he shucks off his pants, his underwear going with it.
“We forgot a condom the other night,” he states. “I forgot one,” he says, taking the responsibility.
Right. Protection, because getting pregnant would not be a good idea. I hate these conversations, and I nod as if I agree to something. He reaches down for his pants, and I watch as he opens the package and covers himself. He braces himself on one hand and aligns his body with mine. His eyes wander over the dress still spread around my hips and covering my midsection.
“This dress is like a garden.” He whispers his thoughts as his eyes trail over the bright red flowers with black stamens. “I want