A Summer to Remember(27)
I laughed out loud then. “I can assure you Jude would never do that to you. He treats you like a brother and you have been his rock and the one person he can tell anything to. He might be pissed at first but he’ll get over it. I am not ashamed of being in love with you.”
Paul pulled me into his arms as his gentle warm hands caressed the small of my back. “You make that sound too sexy and erotic. Stop talking dirty to me or you will make me leave your place of business with an erection too big to conceal.”
“Oh, really?” I kissed him then and although it started off feathery soft, the moment, my mouth opened wider and his tongue sought entry, it grew with a fierce intensity. One hand clasped the back of my neck as the other snaked between my legs and slid my lace thong to the side.
His probing fingers were gentle as he rubbed the top of my clit which was hard as rock and my hips bucked involuntarily toward the movement. Two of his fingers slid into my moist passage and caressed me deeply, immediately locating my G-spot and I moaned into his mouth.
My hips continued to gyrate as he teased me, pushing his fingers in and out of me as our kiss grew deeper and more passionate. He would then slip them out and caress my clit with my juices. I was on the verge of a monster orgasm when he stopped and withdrew his fingers before sliding my thong back in place.
Paul slipped those two fingers dripping with my juices into his mouth as soon as we separated and suckled on them.
“Mmm, as sinful and decadent as I imagined. Now I can smell you and taste you all day,” he whispered seductively in my ear.
“And my clit is just going to throb because a few more strokes and you would have brought me home. You’re absolutely evil, Paul.”
“Well, I’ll make it up to you in a couple of days when we get to Martha’s Vineyard.” He kissed me again and I could taste myself on him and it was such a turn on, the seat of my thong soaked immediately with my juices. “I’ll see you soon but in the mean time, I have to get back to work.”
I smiled at him as we separated and I was left watching him walk out while my dewy sex throbbed with unfulfilled desire. I immediately walked to my own personal bathroom, washed up and put on a fresh thong. My new boyfriend thought he was slick but he would definitely pay for what he did to me.
I wasn’t really a woman into self pleasure but I used my Rabbit vibrator that night and released all the pent up tension I felt. I felt good afterwards yet still completely and wholly unsatisfied. The Rabbit wasn’t Paul and nothing would sate me except his touch and caress again.
After my heartbeat had slowed down and I had time to think as I laid in my bed, I wondered what our friends would say about us being together? Mostly I worried about what Jude would have to say about the situation because Paul was his best friend and if he ever thought I was using him to get over Kevin, he would never forgive me.
The irony of the situation was it was the exact opposite: I had used Kevin to try to get over my love and attraction for Paul because it felt so deliciously forbidden. Personally, I suspected my brother was more concerned about his best friend getting hurt than he was for me. That was my mistake though because if I’d told him about what happened at Vassar, he wouldn’t feel that way and something inside me knew he would have to find out the truth, sooner, rather than later.
I tried to sleep but it was a reluctant entity that avoided me like the plague. I finally got out of bed and walked into the kitchen where I grabbed a glass and poured myself a shot of Macallan. I knew the scotch would make me tired enough to be able to sleep and though I didn’t resort to alcohol very often, sometimes, it was the perfect elixir.
“What are you doing up?” a male voice inquired and I turned to see my brother as he walked into the kitchen, grabbed my glass and poured himself a double shot of Macallan.
“I couldn’t sleep and I was hoping a little liquid fire would help would the situation,” I responded in a soft voice. “I have to tell you something and I don’t want you to be angry with me.”
Jude turned toward me and glared into my eyes with cold aquamarine eyes. “Save your excuses because I already know. I’d have to be blinder than the late Ray Charles not to see what the hell is going on between you and Paul. He’s always visiting your gallery and he’s been quite happy for the past few weeks. I suppose that is your doing but…is this real or just some kind of short lived love affair?”
I was taken aback by his attitude but I quickly bit my lip and accidentally drew blood. “We haven’t had sex yet so…no, this isn’t some kind of short lived love affair. He wants to take it slow and I agree with his decision.”