A Family Affair(27)

This was what she had longed for since that day in the hospital parking lot, to have someone as smart and handsome and accomplished as Patrick want her. But she didn’t want to seem too eager. “On our first date?”

“Not really, though, is it? How many hours have we logged on the phone? We know almost everything about each other.”

“True. But...”

“It’s entirely up to you.”

He treated her to a little more kissing and caressing and when his hand slid deftly over her butt and under it she sighed and said, “Yes.”

He took her hand and led her down the hall to his bedroom. They passed a couple of rooms that she took no real notice of but what she did notice was how the hardwood floors shone and how immaculate the walls and floorboards were, as though freshly painted. And then the main suite—large king-size bed, dark wood chests, large-screen TV on the wall. She couldn’t help but wonder if he had tidied up in anticipation of bringing her to bed or if he was naturally so neat. Nothing was out of place, no clothes tossed over the furniture. She glanced into the large closet and everything was hanging in perfect rows.

He put his arms around her from behind, circled her waist, pulled her hair away from her neck and kissed her there. He pulled her against him and she could feel it behind her, his erection. She moaned in equal parts desire and excitement.

He slowly undid the buttons on the back of her sundress and with deftness he slid it over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor, pooling around her ankles, leaving her in a bra and panties, so she turned in his embrace and put her arms around his neck. “Perfect,” he said in a coarse whisper. “You’re beautiful.”

But she thought he was the beautiful one. His eyes had darkened to little circles of coal and she began to unbutton his shirt, one button at a time, until she got to his waist and then she undid the belt and button and zipper.

He took her lips again in a passionate kiss, and while his tongue played, he slipped his long, soft fingers into her panties and stroked her there in the dark and secret part of her body and she nearly screamed with pleasure. Then she dropped back onto his bed and he kicked off his pants and threw off his shirt as he lay down beside her. They were instantly in each other’s arms, straining together, grinding hungrily.

“I don’t think I can wait,” she whispered.

Her panties disappeared that fast and he pressed into her. “I don’t want you to wait,” he said. Then he turned her onto her side, pulled down his boxers, made her bra disappear and entered her from behind. She wasn’t so sure about that move until he fondled her breast with one hand, gently pinching a nipple, and sliding the other hand down to that special place that filled her with crazy erotic energy and nearly drove her out of her mind. He filled her, pumped his hips, sucked on her neck, rubbed her between her legs and she was gone.

This had never happened to her before. Orgasms were generally difficult to achieve and she was suddenly exploding. He was pumping and rubbing and groaning and she was ready to faint from satisfaction. He gave her a few more hard, deep thrusts and let it go.

And Jessie just about collapsed. A long sigh came out of her and she pressed her butt harder against him.

“Whoa,” he said.

“Oh my God,” she said.

“Yeah, that was perfect,” he agreed. “Quick, but perfect. We can slow it down next time.”

“Next time,” she repeated. “Good.” She snuggled into his arms, his breath soft and warm against her neck. She was far too weak to walk downstairs to catch an Uber. She couldn’t move. His hands were so soft and he caressed her from her knees to her shoulders and it was heaven. Every once in a while he would stroke that soft, supple, dark place and it would send a jolt through her. And she would say, “Oh. Patrick...”

“Right here...”

“I can’t move...”

“Don’t move,” he said. “Stay right here.” He tightened his arms around her.

Eventually she rolled over, facing him, meeting his lips.

“I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had,” she said.

He chuckled. “Worth the investment of all that phone time?”

“Oh God, yes,” she said. She looked into his eyes. With the heat of the moment past, his eyes lightened to that beautiful greenish blue she remembered. “You’re an amazing lover.”

He brushed the hair back over her ear. “That’s very sweet. You’re quite amazing, as well.”

She laughed softly. “No one has ever said that to me. If you’re not very careful, I could fall in love with you.”

He laughed a little and pulled her close. “Then I’ll be very careful...”

She smiled. “Not interested in love?” she asked.

“It’s a little soon,” he said. “We have plenty of time to get to know each other.”

She mentally chewed on that. She tried to say nothing, but in her typical way she couldn’t let it go. “Let’s see,” she mused aloud without looking into his eyes. “We know each other well enough for amazing sex, but love is out of the question?”

“Don’t do that, sweetheart. Love is just premature, that’s all.”

She gave that a moment to sink in. She wished she hadn’t said it first. She wished she’d put off sex, even if it really was the best sex ever. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.