“I turned down the bed,” he murmured.
I stepped forward, confused when he stepped back. He shook his head. “I don’t know if this is such a good idea.”
“Why?”
“Because you look so sexy and inviting in that pretty little nightgown. So sexy, in fact, I want to see it in a ball on the floor. I want to touch you, Sandy. Everywhere. Kiss you.” I watched, fascinated, as his hands curled into fists at his sides as if he was holding them in place. “I don’t think I can sleep beside you when what I really want to do is make love to you. I want to make you mine.”
His words were clipped, his voice low and gruff. His robe hung in long folds of terry cloth, but I saw the evidence of his desire. Heard the want and need in his voice. Felt the proof of his struggle in his tense stance.
I knew he was right. I didn’t want to sleep beside him either—at least not yet. Without thought, I lifted my arms and tugged the nightgown I was wearing over my head. I tossed it, watching as it landed in a shimmering pool of blue at his feet.
“Then come and take what you want, Jordan.”
Jordan
I was transfixed by the beauty in front of me. Sandy clothed was elegant, refined, and unknowingly sexy. It was in the tilt of her head, the sway of her hips as she walked, the undone buttons at her throat that hinted at the hidden skin.
Naked, she was a vision of wanton sex. Proud, her shoulders back, her full breasts round with dark pink aureole and hard-tipped nipples, she stood in front of me like a gift from heaven. My erection that had been growing steadily kicked up, a pulsating need overtaking me I hadn’t felt for a long time.
Sandy watched me with hooded eyes. I knew how much nerve it had taken for her to make the first move. She awed me with her act of courage. Neither of us was seventeen with the blush of youth and the unblemished bodies of a teenager anymore. We both carried our life on our skin, within our hearts, and in the memories of the past.
Sandy’s body was lovely. Her skin glowed, taut and soft. There was a softness to her hips, a slight roundness to her stomach. Her breasts were high and sexy, the indent at her waist clear and defined.
And her legs. Her long, lovely legs I suddenly needed wrapped around me as we moved together. She had them crossed demurely in front of her, hiding her most personal of secrets, making me wait to discover all of her.
But I planned on that wait being a short one.
Our gazes held as I walked toward her. I ran my finger along her collarbone, back and forth, smiling as color flushed her skin and her breathing picked up. I trailed my hand down her arm, softly teasing the juncture of her elbow, ghosting it down her forearm, tracing it in circles on her palm, then back up. I heard her soft whimper as I circled her. Saw the shiver run through her body. I opened my robe and pressed myself against her as I drew her into the warmth of the material and my torso. She let her head fall against my chest and I pushed her heavy hair away, nuzzling her neck.
“You are beyond beautiful, my darling. I want you so badly, Sandy.”
She turned in my arms, making me groan. Our bodies meshed together, her suppleness melding against mine. Her breasts rubbed the coarse hairs on my chest, her hard nipples teasing my skin. She lifted her arms, wrapping them around my neck.
“My turn,” she whispered, pushing my robe from my shoulders. I helped her, shrugging off the white robe and letting it hit the floor. She drew a single finger over my chest, down my arm, mimicking my earlier actions. When she cupped my erection through my boxers, I dropped my head back with a long moan.
“Take me to bed, Jordan.”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I lifted her into my arms, making her gasp then giggle as I carried her to the bed, placing her on the mattress. I followed her, my body pressing her down into the thick covering as I captured her mouth. We kissed endlessly. Long and hard. Soft and gentle. Exploring and discovering each other. Tasting and learning.
I couldn’t stop touching her everywhere with my hands and my mouth. I discovered the slope of her shoulder, the elegant length of her throat, the spot behind her ear that made her shiver. Her nipples were firm peaks as I tongued and sucked them, making her groan. Her hips fit perfectly in my hands.
She was ticklish behind her knees, her shapely calves strong and smooth under my touch. I ghosted my fingers up her thighs, laughing as she sat up, pushing me back and demanding her turn to explore.
It had been a long time since anyone had explored my body—and I enjoyed every second of it. Her tongue was talented and inquisitive as she traced it over my ribs, up my neck, and along my jaw. She used her sharp teeth to nip at my ears, tease the juncture where neck met shoulder, and nibbled at my chest. She tongued my nipples then slipped lower to my stomach.
“You are so defined,” she murmured against my skin. “So sexy, Jordan.”
“Aiden and Van keep me in shape.”
She sat back on my thighs, her eyes locked on mine as she traced over my aching erection. “Is this for me?”
I groaned as she slipped her hand inside my boxers and wrapped her fingers around me. “Yes,” I choked out.
She stroked me, her eyes glittering in the muted lighting of the room. “So hard, Jordan. So…big.” Her finger circled the crown. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”
Her words released something inside me. With a low growl, I had her under me, our mouths fused together. She yanked at my boxers, then used her feet to drag them down my legs, pushing them off impatiently. She opened her legs, and I settled into the cradle of her body, feeling the heat of her surround me. The blunt head of my cock rubbed against her, the slickness of her making me groan.
I pushed up on my elbows, meeting her eyes. “It’s been six years for me, Sandy.”
“It’s been almost four for me.” She sighed. “And it was very sparse before that. With Max’s age and his medical condition, our physical relationship was limited to cuddles a lot of the time.”
I nodded. It had been the same in the last stage of Anna’s illness. I knew Sandy had lived with Max’s deteriorating health and the large age gap for longer. We both understood what the other had experienced. I kissed her gently. “I know,” I assured her.
Her lips curled into a sexy smirk. “Is this our safety talk? I’m too old to get pregnant.”
I pushed back a strand of hair from her flushed cheek. She was gorgeous with her mussed hair spread on the pillow, her lips swollen from mine, and her skin warm and glowing. I had to smile at her teasing words. “I had a vasectomy years ago,” I told her. “I do have condoms if you feel better.”
She wrapped her legs around me, bringing me farther into her warmth. “No. Just you.”
With a groan, I lifted her hips and thrust forward. She opened for me like petals opening for the morning sun. I was surrounded, the heat of her scorching me in the best way possible. Inch by inch, I sank into her until we were flush. I stilled, the moment and its significance overwhelming.
I opened my eyes and met her hazel gaze. Her eyes were brimming with emotion. “You’re mine now, my darling.”
“Show me,” she whispered.
I began to move. Long, languid strokes, our bodies joining together in a rhythm as old as time. There was no screaming or thrashing. There was passion, a deep abiding connection we both felt. We kissed endlessly, murmuring words of adoration, promises whispered against slick skin as we rocked together, the pleasure so intense, I felt as if I would burn alive with it.
Sandy’s sounds were erotic. Low whimpers, pleading moans, my name sighed out in long breathless gasps. I moved and thrust, kissed every inch of her skin I could, clutched her to me as my body began to shake. She grasped my shoulders, drew her legs higher, moved with me as if we’d done this a hundred times before. She anchored me to her as I reached my pinnacle, shouting out her name, thrusting deeper, gripping her hips as I shook and begged.
“Come with me, Sandy. Please…please,” I pleaded.
She cried out, her hold tightening o
n my neck, her voice imploring and shaking. Long forgotten tendrils of ecstasy swirled around me, sending me to a place somewhere outside my body. We were slick with sweat, the room filled with our cries, nothing outside this moment mattering anymore. It was me claiming Sandy, and her cementing herself into my heart. My body now belonged to her, as well as my soul.
From now on, everything I had was hers.
I collapsed onto her body, my breathing loud and ragged. Sandy’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her arms holding me tightly. Carefully, I rolled, taking her with me, holding her close.
The room was quiet aside from our breathing. “Are you all right, my darling?”
She nuzzled my neck. “I’m good.”
“That was—” I swallowed, trying to find the right way to say it “—I have no words for how amazing that was.”
She laughed low in her throat. She tilted up her head, meeting my gaze. She looked beautiful—tired, sated, and well loved—but beautiful.
“It was,” she agreed, tracing a finger over my lips. “We were amazing.”
I kissed the tip of her finger. “This changes everything.”
She smiled. “You never mince words, do you, love?”
Her endearment touched something deep in my heart. I kissed her lovingly, nuzzling her lips. “Not when it comes to you, no. You mean too much to me.”
She snuggled closer. “I’m good with that.”
It was still too soon for declarations of love. Our actions showed it, and we both felt it, but the words would be spoken another time.
For now, she was in my arms, and I had no plans on letting her go.
I was good with that.
Jordan
Waking up with Sandy beside me felt as if I were waking to a different world. The last four years, the start of each day contained a small piece of heartbreak when my eyes would open and I realized all over again I was alone.
This morning Sandy was with me. I could smell her light fragrance. Feel the softness of her hair tickle my chin.
There was no heartache, only a sense of rightness. And when I opened my eyes and met her sleepy hazel gaze, I smiled. Her answering smile warmed me. The feel of her body so closely entwined with mine woke other parts of me.
She lifted her head, reaching for me, and we came together. Affectionate kisses, murmured words of assurance, and long, slow movements as we joined, seeking each other’s mouths, tasting and exploring. The feel of us was still new and exciting. Heady and rich. The moments of discovery new and wonderful. Being cradled inside her, surrounded by her heat, was thrilling. Hearing her whisper my name in a long, breathless moan as I moved within her was a turn-on. She was passionate and giving. She liked to be talked to while we made love, her response to my voice pushing us both closer to the edge.
“You are so lovely,” I murmured. “So sexy.”
“Yes, Sandy, touch me like that. Just like that,” I encouraged.
“Say my name, my darling. Say it.”
“Come for me, please. I want to feel you,” I begged.
She lay in my arms in the aftermath, her heat soaking into my body, both of us at peace. I ran my fingertips up and down her arm, pressed endless kisses to her head. She stroked my chest, resting her hand against my neck as she sighed in contentment. It was intimate and right.
We were right.
Over breakfast, we mapped out our day. Sandy talked about all the places she wanted to go, and I scanned the various sites, scheduling around the boat cruise and our evening tour of Salem. Once our day was planned, I sat back and studied her. Sitting at the table, wrapped in a fluffy robe, with her hair gathered up in a knot, askew and messy, Sandy glowed. She was nibbling on a croissant, one leg tucked under her, without a trace of makeup on.
“You are incredibly beautiful.”
She looked up, that flush of color I loved pooling on her cheeks. “Stop it,” she murmured, picking up her coffee.
“You really are. I’ve always thought so, but this morning, you’re simply exquisite.”
She tilted her head, looking impish.
“This morning? I’m a mess. My hair isn’t done, I have no makeup on, and I’m not even dressed.”
I picked up her hand and kissed it. “And yet, you have never looked more beautiful to me.”
Her cheeks darkened further.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Jordan. You hide quite the body under your business clothes.” She sipped her coffee. “Very sexy.”
“I’m glad it pleases you. I enjoy my workouts with Van and Aiden. Keeps me young.”
She picked up her croissant. “And strong.” She winked, looking mischievous. “Your, ah, stamina is impressive.”
“Well, as the song goes, I’m not as good as I once was, but I’m as good once as I ever was.”
She lifted a shoulder, a smile curling her lips. “I’ll take quality over quantity, Jordan. Grade A filet is far better than a run-of-the-mill hamburger.”
I threw back my head in laughter. “You have a way with words this morning, my darling.”
I loved seeing her this way. Relaxed, happy, at ease with me. Tousled and sexy across the breakfast table. It was something I wanted to see every day.
I leaned across the table and kissed her. “Ready to go have another amazing day?”
She smiled against my mouth. “Yes.”
“Okay.”
The day passed in a long string of smiles. The harbor cruise was a hit with both of us. We stood out on the deck, enjoying the sun and breeze. The boat wasn’t crowded, and we enjoyed the tour and the vistas. Sandy stood in front of me, and I wrapped my arms around her. She took some pictures. We saw forts, shipwrecks, lighthouses—all of which delighted her. She glanced up at me.
“This is so amazing!”
Unable to resist, I kissed her. She caught my head in her hand, curling her fingers into my hair as our mouths moved together. When I pulled away, her cheeks were flushed, and she touched her lips. I wonder if she knew she did that after we kissed.
As I had discovered, much to my delight, Sandy liked to be kissed. She also loved being held and staying close when we strolled. Our hands were entwined most of the time, and if she would drift away to look at an item, as soon as she returned, she held her hand out for mine. She was such a strong force at the office, having her share this private, personal side of herself with me was humbling. It proved to me she trusted me.
She rested against me, laying her hand over my arms. “Thank you, Jordan, for bringing me here.”
I kissed her head. No words were necessary.
We strolled around in Boston Common. Toured Samuel Adams brewery and tasted many samples, discovered a small market, and did some shopping. We had dinner at Turner’s, enjoying the bustling atmosphere of the restaurant.
“Oh my god,” Sandy moaned. “You have to taste this.”
I opened my mouth and let her slide in a piece of swordfish, chewing it slowly.
“That is delicious.”
I slid my plate in her direction. “You have to try the lobster pie.”
She speared a forkful and lifted it to her mouth. She closed her eyes in appreciation. “Wow.”
I nodded. “I know. Good thing we’re walking so much. Otherwise, I’d gain twenty pounds this weekend. Between the chowders, the crab cakes, beer, and the snacks we keep having…” I trailed off.
Sandy winked, trying her best to look lewd. “I’m sure later we can think of another way to burn off some more calories,” she whispered in a breathless voice, then quirked her eyebrows.
I began to laugh. All day, she had delighted me with her sense of humor. I knew she was intelligent and well-read. I expected to enjoy her company, but her surprisingly ribald jokes, her amusing imitations of a Boston accent, and cheeky remarks had me in stitches several times. I couldn’t recall laughing this much for a long time.
“I might take you up on that.”
“I guess I had better get dessert then, just to keep up my strength.”
“Good idea.”
I glanced at my phone. “The latest weather update says it’s supposed to rain all day tomorrow. Maybe you’d like to go back to the MFA.”
“I’d love that.” She ate in silence for a few moments, then spoke. “Um, how bad is the rain supposed to be?”
I rechecked my phone. “Storms overnight and then rain most of the day.”
“Oh.”
Something in her tone made me tense. That one word indicated anxiety. I reached across the table and took her hand.
“What is it, my darling?”
She shrugged, looking self-conscious. “It’s silly.”
“I doubt that. Now, tell me.”
“I hate storms. They frighten me.”
“A lot of people share that fear. It’s not silly.”
“I hate the turbulence they cause. The noise and the wind. All of it.”
“Well then, I guess I’ll have to hold you extra tight. You can use me as a shield. And we don’t have to leave the hotel tomorrow at all.”
“Just rain doesn’t bother me. In fact, I find the sound of rain quite soothing.”
“All right, we’ll play it by ear and see what the weather does.”
She met my eyes, gratitude swimming in her gaze. “Thank you.”
“All you have to do is tell me, Sandy. Whatever you need, however you’re feeling, I’m here.”
She squeezed my hand. “I’m so glad you are.”
“Good.”
At the hotel, I could feel her tension. I had a massage booked for us in the morning, but I had the feeling another one wouldn’t be objected to at the moment. I gathered some lotion and towels in the bathroom and instructed her to don one of the fluffy white robes the hotel provided and asked her to put up her hair. I sat in the large armchair and tossed a cushion on the floor.
“Sit.” I pointed to the pillow.
She did as I asked, then laughed quietly as I bent over her, tugging on the sash of the robe. “I need access,” I teased, dropping a kiss to her neck.
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