Unexpected Chance

by Joanne Schwehm

  I decided to change into my new pink lacey cheeky thong and bra. I didn’t know if he would see it, but it made me feel pretty and actually gave me a little confidence knowing that I had something sexy on. I shaved my legs for the second time that day and was thankful that I’d gotten my lady parts waxed while I was out. I put on a cotton sundress that had a pattern of white and pink flowers, orchids to be exact. That was intentional. I put my hair up in a messy pony tail with loose curls around my face, a little blush on my cheeks, clear lip gloss on my lips, and put on my nude peep-toe pumps to finish my ensemble. Now all I needed was Alex.

  I put on some soft music, lit a few candles, and grabbed my journal.

  Entry 5—Alex—I’ve fallen

  Today Alex surprised Julie and me. He told us he was taking us to Europe for business. I really am falling for him. I trust him, which is weird for me. Do I tell him? Do I wait for him to tell me? What do I do? I think I’ll write a book entitled My First Love, and it will be all about Alex and my feelings for him. Even if this doesn’t work out, which would completely depress me, he is my first love. My heart is racing just writing that line. Can you imagine when I write a book? I hope it has a happy ending. Oooh, my buzzer is ringing. My first love may be here!

  Until tomorrow . . .

  I tried to collect myself. I pushed the intercom button. “Yes.”

  “Hey, beautiful, it’s me.”

  My heart raced just hearing his voice. I buzzed him in and took a quick peek in the mirror.

  He knocked on my door, and when I opened it, his mouth fell open. “Wow, Aubrey. You look amazing! Let me look at you.”

  I backed up and twirled around for him. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into him to dance. The music was on, and it was a slow, soft song. The vocalist sang of lovers who were far away from each other and who would look at the ocean in hopes that the waves would carry their voices to the other side. My hands were on the back of his neck, and his hands were laced on the small of my back. I tipped my head back to look at him.

  He looked back at me. “Please tell me you did not have this dress on when you met Mark for dinner.”

  “Nope, this dress and what’s under it is just for you.” I felt so unabashed. Yes, that was unabashed for me. Some women may have answered the door in just the cheeky thong.

  He tilted his head and gave me the most incredible smile. “What’s under the dress?” He moved his eyebrows up and down. He was so cute.

  Yup, here come my nerves. Can I do this? I took his hand and brought him over to the couch. “Would you like a drink? Wine?”

  He leaned into the cushion of the couch. “Sure, that would be great.”

  I went into the kitchen and asked, “Is white okay?” I was afraid that if I had red wine I’d spill it.

  “White wine is fine, but I’d rather have you.”

  I thought I was going to spill the wine all over. He really is an amazing man. I was glad I was getting to know him and that Julie assured me that he didn’t seem like a player anymore. I was laughing inside thinking about the tame-the-player entry in my journal. I wondered if he would laugh about that. I hoped that someday, when we were old and gray, we would laugh about it. Old and gray? Where did that come from? I shook my head to get those thoughts out of it.

  I brought our wine to the living room. It dawned on me that the wine I was serving wasn’t even close to what we would be having on our trip. I handed him his glass, and he looked at me from head to toe. His expression changed. It wasn’t a lustful look or even a happy one. He looked sad. Had I done something?

  “Alex, is everything okay?” Holy crap, what happened from the kitchen to here?

  “Everything is fine. I just noticed the flowers on your dress.”

  Oh, no, did he not like that I chose a dress with orchids on it?

  “My mom and sister would have loved you, Aubrey. I wish they were here.” He set his wine glass on the coffee table and took mine and did the same. He took my hands in his and pulled me onto his lap. His arms were now around my waist, and his forehead was on my shoulder.

  “If they were like you, I’m sure I would have loved them too. I’m sorry if I made you sad tonight. It wasn’t my intention. I did think of you when I saw this dress. It reminded me of the flowers you’d given me. I saw it and it made me smile, just like when I see you.”

  He had a pensive look on his face, as if he were thinking about what I’d said. What did I say? I started thinking about it. Oh no! I said that if they were like him I would love them. Did he not want me to say that? Did I say that I loved him? I guess he could think that. Oh my God it was too soon. Do I love him? I tried to stand up and get out of this funky conversation. As soon as I moved, he held me tighter. I just looked at him with no expression. I shifted on his lap a little; I was feeling really uncomfortable.

  “Aubrey, did I hear what I thought I heard?”

  “I don’t know. What do you think you heard?” I could tell he didn’t want to tell me, and I didn’t know if I wanted to tell him. I would probably scare him off. Shit. This is why I suck at this. I thought if we stopped talking it would be for the best.

  I straddled him as we sat on the couch. I put my hands around the back of his head and pulled him to me. Our mouths crushed together. His tongue . . . Man oh man, his tongue . . . The way it perused my mouth I could only imagine what it would do in other areas. I couldn’t get enough.

  He pulled away, breathing heavily. “Aubrey, I want you. I haven’t wanted anyone as much as I do you.” His mouth was on mine again.

  I looked into his gorgeous eyes. “I want you too, Alex.”

  With that, he stood up. My legs were now wrapped around his waist, and my head rested on his shoulder. He carried me down the hall and paused. “My bedroom’s on the left.” I could feel his smile on the top of my head.

  He set me down so I was standing in my bedroom. He reached around to my back and unzipped my dress. It slid down my body and pooled at my feet, exposing my new pink lacey lingerie. He looked at me, making me feel so wanton. I was shocked that I didn’t feel embarrassed or self-conscious.

  He laid me down on my bed and just hovered over me. Supported by his gloriously muscular arms, he looked into my eyes. “Are you sure, Aubrey?”

  “Alex, I have never been surer of anything or anyone . . . ever.” That was his green light, and boy did he go. He slid the straps of my bra down, exposing my breasts, which were aching to be touched.

  He kissed my collarbone and up my neck. “You’re beautiful, Aubrey. I’ll never hurt you.” He continued his kissing trail behind my ear, which made me flinch.

  God, was he real? His hands gently cupped my breasts, his lips now on mine. His kiss was so gentle. He moved his hands to the sides of my head, threading his fingers through my hair, making my breasts miss his touch.

  “Alex.” I couldn’t catch my breath; he felt so good; this felt so right. “I’ll never hurt you, either.” It was at that point I decided I would rather live romance than just write about it.

  We kissed as if we couldn’t get enough of each other, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. He pulled his head away and trailed kisses down my neck, finding the spot that sent chills through me. I giggled, tipped my head down, and brought my shoulder up because it tickled.

  He laughed. “Did I find a sensitive spot?” He trailed more kisses down my chest, kissing each breast, down my stomach to the top of my panties. He pulled back and rolled off me. His index finger traced the top of my panties and down my sides, grazing the outside of my thighs, to the inside of my legs. I instinctively spread my legs for him. I looked down at him, and he was smiling. “I am going to find every sensitive spot on your body. I am going to do things to you that no man has ever done.”

  At that, I tensed up and closed my legs slightly. No one had ever done what he already had. Does he think that I’ve had all the experience that he has? Should I not be doing this with him? Am I just like everyone else? Does he say these things to
everyone? My mind was racing. I sat up and slightly pulled away from him, totally breaking the moment.

  “Aubrey? What’s wrong?” He was looking at me with those dark blue eyes.

  What’s wrong? I was a freak and couldn’t handle when a man spoke to me this way because no one ever had, and I didn’t trust men. What do I do now? I wanted him, but I wanted him to know there had only been one other man and in no way did he do what Alex was doing.

  I closed my eyes and hung my head a little. “Alex, you’re right. You were touching me as no one ever has before, because no one has touched me like this.” Is this not the time for this conversation? I totally suck at this. “I’m not a virgin, but I’ve only been with one other man, and he was in it for the sex and that’s it. We were together once, my one and only time. I’m not as experienced as you are.” I felt like an ass for making him sound as if he’d been with hundreds of women. Had he? I didn’t think I wanted to know. My chest was starting to hurt, and my breathing was altered, not a great time for an anxiety attack. I had to tamp that down.

  He moved his body up the bed so our heads were side my side, his propped up in his hand and mine on my pillow. “Look at me, Aubrey.” I turned my head; I could feel my eyes misting over. “I’m glad I’m the only man who has touched you like this.” He took his finger and ran it down my side and back up again. “I want to be the man who makes you feel this.” He kissed the sensitive spot on my neck, making me smile. “I want my hand to be the only one feeling you like this.” He moved his hand to my breast and then in between my legs. “I want to be the only man kissing you like this.” His lips kissed my forehead, eyelids, the corner of my mouth, and then my lips. “Can I be that man, Aubrey?”

  Could he? I really wanted him to be. “Yes.” That’s all I could say.

  He smiled, stood, and took his shirt off. Still on the bed, I sat up on my knees. I ran my eyes and hands down the sides of his chest, down the amazing “V” leading into his shorts. I unfastened them and pulled them off him. Standing in front of me was the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on. I took in his size through his black boxer shorts and could that see his erection wanted to burst out of the waistband. I looked up at him through my eyelashes, licked my lips, and brought my upper one between my teeth.

  I moved my hand to the outside of his shorts and ran it up and down his length. I peeked up and he was smiling. I decided to take this a step further. I was nervous, but I did it anyway. I took off his boxers. He was amazing, delicious. I needed to taste him.

  I licked my lips and took him in my mouth. I heard him groan, which made me want him more. His hand tangled in my hair, moving my head back and forth, guiding me. He was starting to thrust in and out of my mouth, which was working along with my hand gently caressing his balls. My speed accelerated as did his thrusting. We both moaned.

  “Aubrey.”

  “Hmmm.” I was totally lost to him.

  “Aubrey . . . honey.”

  “Hmmm.”

  He yanked me up and tossed me on the bed. With my legs between his, he reached over to his shorts and grabbed a condom out of the pocket.

  I looked up at him. “So I was a foregone conclusion?” I giggled.

  He tore the package open, and rolling it down his considerable length, said, “No, you are anything but a foregone conclusion. I was just hopeful.”

  He leaned down and kissed me with such passion that I thought I could orgasm right there on the spot. All my senses were on alert. He ripped off my thong and tossed it aside. I opened my eyes and noticed his were looking between my legs. He pushed my legs apart with his and rubbed me, first with one finger then two. His palm was doing things to me that I didn’t know could be done.

  “Alex . . . Oh my God . . . Alex . . .”

  “You are so ready for me, Aubrey. I need to be inside you. I want to feel you wrapped around me.” He started moving up my body so that our chests were touching.

  “Yes, I need you to be inside me, please.” I didn’t want to wait anymore; I needed to belong to him. I spread my legs and wrapped them around his waist. He slowly entered me. I could feel every inch of him; I felt so full.

  “Aubrey . . . Oh my God . . . You are so tight; you feel amazing.”

  He was rocking against me, sliding in and out of me, and kissing me. His tongue was mirroring his entire body’s movements, making love with mine. We were moving as one. I arched my back and moaned.

  “Alex, I am so close, please . . .” I couldn’t catch my breath. My hands were rubbing his back, my nails now digging into his shoulders, holding on. I couldn’t get enough of him. “Alex . . .”

  He stopped moving and pulled out of me. I instantly missed him. He moved down my body and brought his head between my legs. His tongue and fingers worked simultaneously, driving me to the edge.

  “Give it to me, Aubrey. Let go now; I want to do this for you.”

  I screamed out his name; I couldn’t take it. My entire was on fire; I had never felt anything so amazing in all my life. He crawled up my body with a look of satisfaction and pride on his gorgeous face. His smile said it all. I needed him back inside me. I reached down to his tight ass and urged him on top of me. He slid into me, making my head go back and roll to the side. Our chests slid against each other, and I felt myself start to tighten around him.

  He pumped into me. “I’m there, sweetheart. You are amazing; you feel amazing.” His mouth devoured mine between his words. “Come with me, babe. I want to do this with you.” He thrust in and out, and his pace increased. I looked up, our eyes met, and he exploded inside me as I did around him. He rocked in and out until he was completely expelled. His arms lowered, and he lay on top of me. Our hearts beat together.

  The feel of our sweat mixing together was intoxicating. He buried his head in the crook of my neck. He pulled out of me and rolled to his side. I immediately felt the loss. He rolled me until we faced each other.

  “Aubrey, that was amazing.” His kiss was tender against my lips. “You are an incredible woman. Thank you for letting me be the one to touch you.” He kissed my eyelids. “Make love to you.” He kissed my cheek. “Be with you.” He kissed me again, this time taking my mouth as if it were giving him life. “I love having this mouth around me, on me, and screaming my name.” He smiled wide.

  I smiled up at him. I had no words. How could I not respond to that? I was so afraid I was going to tell him that I loved him. I knew I did, but I didn’t want to say it then. I couldn’t. Instead I hugged him and held him tight. I could feel our hearts beating against each other’s.

  I exhaled. “You’re pretty incredible yourself.” I leaned back and took in the sight of him. “Your body is breathtaking. I could look, touch, and appreciate it all day.” I laughed a little, but was completely serious. I didn’t want to lose this feeling. He looked at me as if he were embarrassed. No way did he not know how hot he was. “That can’t be the first time you’ve heard that.”

  “No, it isn’t.” He kissed my nose. “It’s the first time it’s made me happy to hear it.”

  Our night ended with us just holding each other. Perfect.

  Chapter 12

  I have to admit I didn’t look too bad that night. Alex was picking me up at six to go to the fundraiser. I made sure my makeup was just right, and I left my hair down so I wouldn’t have to fuss with it if it started falling down had I put it in an up-do. I had time, so I thought I would write in my journal.

  Entry 6—My Love

  I made love to Alex last night. Yes, made love. We didn’t have sex. We didn’t fuck. It was soft, loving, and wonderful. I think I may have told him that I loved him in a roundabout kind of way before we went to bed, but I didn’t say anything after that. Should I say something? Should I wait for him?

  I truly love him and I am scared. What if he doesn’t love me? He told me he wouldn’t hurt me, and I believe him. I don’t want him to say “I love you” just because I said it first. I want him to feel the same way. I’ve only kno
wn him a short time, and I’ve never believed in love at first sight, until now—until Alex.

  I am scared. He scares me. He is too good to be true, but I want him to be true more than anything. I love him.

  I am madly in love with Alex Logan. I hope my heart survives him.

  Until tomorrow . . .

  I put my journal in its place in my side table and went to the bathroom to fix my makeup. I got a little teary eyed when I was writing about Alex. I fixed my eyeliner and decided to wait for Alex in the lobby of my building. I opened the door to leave, and he was right there, ready to knock. We both jumped a little since I startled him and he me. We laughed.

  I had my hand on my chest to catch my breath as my eyes took him in. He had a black three-piece tux on that had to be custom made for him. God, he was beautiful. “You are going to be turning heads tonight, Mr. Logan.”

  He smiled a beautiful model-white smile. “You better believe I will. When I walk in with you on my arm, heads definitely will turn. You are gorgeous, Aubrey.” He leaned in and kissed me. His hands went around my waist, and he pulled me into him. Our kiss got heated, and I was sorry that we were dressed and had to leave. I could tell how he felt since his erection was pressing against my stomach. “I have something for you.”

  “I know. I can feel it.” I smiled at him.

  He laughed. “That’s for later, but for now I want to give you this.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a long, slim, black velvet box.

  He handed me the box. My hands were shaking. “What is it?”