them to place their clothes. They stood there, naked, in the dark. While the house had electricity, it didn’t have light fixtures yet. The room would be intermittently lit by the lightening flashes.
She shivered and he pulled her close. “Come on,” he urged, as he opened her bags from the back of the Escape. He had seen the towels in there when they transferred everything from the Vue to the Escape at the dealership. And since she had nowhere to keep them for the time being, it worked out rather well. They could dry off.
She cocked her head to the side as he towel dried her. “Did you plan this?” She asked as he worked on her hair.
“How could I plan this?” He paused and looked about. “And I might as well warn you now that there’s a blanket in the closet that I brought over on the off chance we ever decided to have a picnic here during the construction.” He shook his head at his motives being called into question.
That response made her feel better. She didn’t object in the least when he went to the closet, spread out the blanket and walked her onto it. He started kissing her, while laying her back on it, his hand cradling her head in the process. There was something in her that just didn’t want to hold back any more. She had been so uptight for so long. Blaine had created that Martha. Yes, she was that way by his design, but now with Joey, she could be different. She just had to surrender. In her mind, the Dido song started playing.
Now his look changed again. He was calmer, completely at ease. He lay with her, covering her nakedness with his. And the effect was so exciting. His touch was electric. He ran a hand down the side of her face, found her lips and cupped her head, drew her closer. Then he shivered held her tight and asked a question she could tell had been plaguing him for some time. “What are we doing?”
Smiling, Marti pulled his lips to hers, she stared into his eyes for a moment. She wanted to remember every second of this, every bit of this time between them. Pressing her lips to his, she murmured, “We’re finally starting to live. Let’s make a memory.”
Apparently that was all the encouragement he needed. Soon Joey had taken the lead once more. He was caressing her, holding her close, warming her rain chilled body. Together they made more than adequate heat. And outside the window, the storm raged on. They paid little attention, instead concentrating on one another.
In the back of Marti’s mind, she couldn’t imagine anything more perfect. No one would venture out in this weather. No one would bother them. There would be no crazy Miss Gracie to hose them down, no Keely or Laurel showing up with disapproving glances. All they needed to concentrate on was each other.
At first, relaxing, just simply being, surrendering to all the feelings was so frightening for her that she didn’t think she could do it. She had only been with Blaine her entire life and although the romance novels she read suggested that this experience was supposed to be so much more intense, so much more passionate, so incredibly moving…they had barely moved the mattress. Now there was this…Joey with his hands touching her and setting little blazes wherever her stroked or licked, nibbled or sucked. She might have admired the way he worked with his hands on the job, his confidence running the project…while bedding her…everything…more so. He knew just where to touch and how much pressure to apply when squeezing and caressing. He knew how to start that raging inferno inside.
Though she had little experience in this area, she followed his lead. She touched him the way she wanted to. She explored his bare chest with sparse hair. She ran her fingers down, down his ribs, over his abdomen until she could trace his happy trail. Obviously he believed in manscaping. His ginger pubic hair was virtually gone. She rubbed his furry muscular thighs, gripped his smooth pale buttocks, and while she explored, she was aware for the first time how much she wanted this man.
She wanted him in every position that she had ever read about and more. She wanted to try everything with him, like toys and lotions and lingerie. She wanted years and years of being as close as two people could be.