Текст книги "Surrender to Love"
Автор книги: J. C. Valentine
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Lifting his head, Jon watched her from above as he worked his fingers deeper, curving them so that they hit just where she needed them to be. Patti’s back arched and her eyes slid closed. “No, baby,” Jon said, his voice almost guttural. “Look at me. I want to look into your eyes when you come. I want to see how good I make you feel.”
His words sent Patti soaring higher toward her climax. She felt the tightening in the base of her spine, a tingling working its way through her body, one cell at a time.
“That’s it, baby,” Jon said, twisting his fingers, making room for a third. Patti could feel her muscles stretching at the same time they began to constrict. She was on the edge, barely able to keep her eyes open. “Come for me, Patricia. Show me how you come for me.”
Patti’s eyes dropped low, watching the muscles and tendons in his thick wrists working hard between her legs. Then her eyes widened, hunger taking her over as she watched Jon unzip his pants and release his cock. He took it into his palm, swirling his thumb through the clear fluid seeping from the swollen head, using it as lubricant as he took his shaft in a firm grip and began pumping it up and down in long strokes. “Look at what you do to me,” he growled.
The veins bulging out all down his arms as he sought his own release fascinated her. She was so close, her own muscles bunching in preparation, when reached out to wrap her hand around the base of his shaft.
Jon looked down at her, his eyes blazing. “I want it in my mouth,” she told him, urging him on to the bed with a gentle tug. Placing one knee on the mattress, Jon climbed up and knelt beside her head, his fingers still buried in her swollen folds. Lifting her head, Patti opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around him.
“Fuck, Patricia, that feels amazing,” Jon gasped, cupping the back of her head in his hand to drive himself deeper down her throat.
Patti focused on the feel of his fingers inside of her as she bobbed her head, swirling her tongue around his head and swallowing him down again, careful not to scrape him with her teeth. It didn’t take long before she tasted the salty, bitter fluid on her tongue telling her that he would come soon. She imagined the hot spurts hitting her tongue, coating her throat, and felt the answering clench between her legs.
“Oh, baby, that’s it. I can feel your pussy squeezing me,” Jon told her, driving his fingers deeper and harder. He dragged his fingers from her hot sheath and Patti moaned in protest, but she didn’t stop sucking. “Look at me,” Jon told her, and when she peeled her eyes open, she watched, rapt, as Jon stuck his fingers in his mouth and licked them clean. “You taste so fucking good.”
She felt as if she should be embarrassed, but Patti’s excitement only rose higher. When Jon touched her again, he focused all of his attention on her hardened clit, rubbing feverishly against the swollen nub. Patti’s hips bucked as she brought her knees closer together, locking him between them, and creating a delicious friction guaranteed to finish her off.
Jon’s grip on the back of her head tightened and his hips thrust forward. Patti used both hands, one to grip his shaft and pump it in time with her retreating mouth, and the other to massage his balls.
The wet sound of sex fueled her. The rumble of pleasure in Jon’s chest made her go faster. As she came, her inner muscles spasming, her legs scissoring and her hips rising off the bed, she felt Jon swell between her lips, and then she tasted his hot seed bursting in her mouth, spilling down her throat.
“Ah, God!” Jon shouted, dropping her head and bracing himself above her on one arm. His teeth gnashed together as his hips pumped, battering her mouth as he drained the last of his come into her.
He collapsed beside her with his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “Holy mother of…” He trailed off, wiping sweat from his brow.
Patti took a moment to recover, and then, feeling like she was on top of the world, she rolled to her side, slapped a wet kiss to Jon’s sinfully flat and chiseled belly, and then scrambled off the bed. She buttoned and zipped her pants back up, tucked in the T-shirt, and finger combed her hair.
“Time to go,” she announced, bouncing toward the door. Making love with Jon left her feeling rejuvenated. “Don’t fall asleep!”
A few minutes later, while she was finishing tying up her shoe laces, Jon emerged from the bedroom looking every bit a man who’d just been fucked senseless. She couldn’t help grinning, prideful of her ability to make her man feel good.
Walking over to her, Jon took her face in his hands and devoured her mouth, plunging his tongue between her lips like a man starving for another taste. “When we get back,” he told her, running his thumbs around the ring of her mouth to wipe away the moisture he’d left there, “I’m going to fuck your mouth so hard you’ll need braces when I’m through with it.”
Patti licked her lips, recalling the taste of him. “I’m looking forward to it already.”
Jon’s hands tightened briefly on her face before he released her to grab his keys and wallet and shove them in his pocket. “And they say men are dangerous,” he muttered, holding the door open for her.
Patti chuckled as she passed by, letting her palm skim over the bulge in his pants. If she played her cards right, she could have him back in her mouth by the time they hit the car, and wasn’t that enough to make her mouth water.
27
Everyone was there by the time they reached the waiting room of the maternity ward. Considering they had all been pulled from their beds for the event, it was amazing how wide-awake everyone appeared. Then again, the coffee maker bubbling away and the half-dozen paper cups littering the rectangular table could have been reason enough for that.
“Hey,” Patti greeted them as she and Jon entered the room.
“Hey, you.” Jules rose from her chair in the corner and enveloped her in a hug. Lynn and Sheila followed suit, and Poppy, the newest member of their group, approached her hesitantly.
Patti opened her arms. “It’s okay, I don’t bite,” she encouraged her. Smiling shyly, Poppy gave her a brief but affectionate hug.
“Man, am I glad you’re here,” Felix was saying to Jon. They performed some male handshake thing that Patti had never understood.
When Jon stepped back, he was grinning, albeit somewhat tired looking. He took up Patti’s hand in his and laced their fingers together. “Any news yet?”
Felix shook his head. “Not for the last half hour, but Tate is going out of his mind. Frankly,” he said, darting a look over his shoulder, “so am I.”
Tom joined them. “Save me,” he said in a hushed voice, and then glanced down at Patti, just then realizing she was standing there. His face turned red and he looked away, sheepish. “Hey, Patti.”
“Tom,” Patti said, restraining an amused smile. “What do you need saving from exactly?”
Sheila popped up behind him, curling her hand around his bicep, and resting the side of her face against his arm. “What needs to be saved?”
“It’s nothing, hon,” Tom told her, kissing her hair. Lifting his arm, he nestled her into his side. Patti watched, happy that her two friends had gotten over whatever the problem was that had Sheila practically falling down drunk little more than a month ago.
Sheila released a contented sigh and looked up at him through bleary eyes. “This coffee isn’t doing anything for me. What do you say we take a walk, maybe stop by the nursery for a bit?”
Patti chewed her lip in amusement as Tom passed a look to Felix and Jon. The men clapped him on the back as the couple left the room. The moment they were gone, Patti gave Jon’s side a pinch.
“Hey,” he complained, rubbing the tender spot just below his ribcage. “What was that for?” Patti caught the quirk at the corner of his mouth and knew full well that he knew what it was for…
“Don’t play innocent with me, Mister,” she said, moving to pinch him again. This time he anticipated the move and dodged out of her way. He guided them to a bank of empty chairs and Patti curled up against his side, resting her head on his shoulder. “You guys are acting like a bunch of babies.”
“Felix seems to think that just being here is going to result in pregnancy,” Poppy scoffed good-naturedly. “As if it’s a contagious disease or something.”
“I never said that,” Felix argued. “All I said was, being in a place like this, with women popping out kids left and right, is bound to give you ideas.”
Poppy shot him an annoyed look. “Would that be a problem if I did? It’s not like I’m getting any younger here.”
Felix’s head dropped back against the wall with a dull thud. He closed his eyes, looking tired. Patti suspected that they’d had this conversation before. She lowered her eyes to the floor, trying to remain as unobtrusive as possible.
“Poppy, seriously, just drop it, okay? This isn’t the time or the place for this conversation.”
Poppy snatched up her purse and stood. “There’s never a time or place for this conversation,” she snapped, then fled the room.
Patti wasn’t sure what to do. She wasn’t exactly friends with the woman, but it wasn’t as if they didn’t know each other, in a strangers having just met kind of way. “Should I go see if she’s okay?” she asked Jon.
He shrugged. “Up to you, babe.” He glanced over at Felix. “Trouble in paradise?”
“You could say that,” Felix groaned, leaning forward with his elbows propped on his knees and his face buried in his hands. “Ever since I asked her to move in with me everything seems to set her off. She doesn’t want to give up her house because of Bo, her dog,” he clarified. “I get that. So we don’t sell the house. I suggested that maybe I move in with her, and that seemed all right, but now she hates the hours I keep. I have to work, don’t I?” He threw his hands up in the air, looking lost.
“I told her, if we live in the boonies, there’s going to be a commute. There’s no getting around that. Then it’s the kid thing, and the marriage deal, and shit, man, I don’t even know if I’m coming or going anymore. Nothing is like it used to be.”
Patti felt like an intruder more than ever. She patted Jon’s hand and whispered, “I’m going to go find Poppy and give you two some time alone to talk.”
“Okay, babe. Hey,” Jon said, grasping her hand and pulling so that she had to lean down. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and gave her a bone melting kiss that had her instantly wet. “Don’t be gone long.”
Patti licked her lips and smiled. “Be back before you know it.”
She found Poppy in the ladies bathroom touching up her make-up in the mirror. “I’m sorry you had to be there for that,” she said, wiping a wadded up piece of toilet paper under her eyes.
“It’s no problem,” Patti assured her, coming over and turning on the water and washing her hands just to give herself something to do.
Poppy sighed deeply. “We just can’t seem to find a common ground lately. It’s probably my fault. Lately I just feel like we both want different things. I see everyone around me either getting married or having kids, plotting a future, you know?” She looked at her with pain in her eyes. “Some days I just look at myself in the mirror and I see a thirty year old unmarried, childless woman staring back at me. It’s as if I’m at a standstill. I’m in love with a wonderful man, and he loves me, but I have to wonder, is it going anywhere?”
Patti dried her hands and popped her butt up on the counter. She had a feeling this was going to take a while. “Have you told him how you feel?”
Poppy busied herself zipping up her make-up bag and stowing it away in her purse. “I shouldn’t have to spell it out for him. I mean, come on! All of our friends are moving forward with their lives, and what are we doing…We get up each morning, go to work, come home, walk the dog, spend a little time together watching a movie or something, and then bed. It’s Groundhog’s Day every day.”
Patti felt uncomfortable talking about all of this with Poppy, considering they hardly knew each other, but since she was willing to spill her guts so readily, she decided the best thing she could do was listen and offer advice the best she knew how. “I’ll tell you what my dad used to tell me. Don’t assume that because a guy’s mouth is moving that he heard anything you said. You might have to shake the shit out of him to get him to listen.” Patti shrugged. “I think because we’re women and we are inherently the smarter, more intuitive sex, we just assume that men will be the same, but they really do need things spelled out for them.”
Poppy blew out a breath and rubbed the spot between her eyes. “Yeah, I know. I just wish…” She laughed. “I don’t know what I wish. Thanks for listening, and for the pep talk,” she said, giving Patti a grateful smile.
“Anytime,” Patti said honestly, as she dropped her feet to the floor. “I’ll see you in the waiting room?”
“Right behind you.”
Together they made their way back to their men and settled in for a long, tension-filled wait.
* * *
Six hours, forty-three minutes, five cups of coffee and a dozen trips to the bathroom later, and they were all gathered into the cramped hospital room surrounding a worn out and exhausted Piper, who couldn’t stop smiling.
“She’s gorgeous,” Patricia said, gazing down in profound adoration at the little bundle nestled protectively in her arms.
Jon couldn’t stop staring at her. She looked absolutely beautiful like that, and he was suddenly struck with a vision of what Patti would look like, lying in a hospital bed, having just birthed their son or daughter. A wave of emotion slammed into him, nearly buckling his knees. He couldn’t wait for that day to come.
“You’re turn, Uncle Jon,” she said, turning to him and offering up the baby.
He held up his hands to ward it off. “No, I can’t. I’ll drop it,” he warned her, but she was already placing the baby in his arms.
“No, you won’t,” she said with so much confidence that he almost believed her. “See, you’ve got her.” She leaned in to stroke her finger across the baby’s chubby cheek. “Isn’t she the most precious thing you have ever seen?”
Jon took in the scrunched face, button nose, pursed lips, stubborn chin and tiny fingers grasping the edge of the soft pink blanket, and then he looked at Patricia. “Not even close.”
“Aw, that’s so sweet,” Piper gushed. Jon looked up to realize that they had a ready audience. “Tate, did you hear what he said?”
Tate affected a stern look that wasn’t even close to passable as he left his wife’s side to retrieve his daughter. “Hell, yeah, I heard what the bastard said.” Gently, he dug the baby from the cradle of Jon’s arms and clutched her close to his heart. “How dare you call my daughter anything less than the most beautiful creature you have ever seen on this planet. Aside from this woman,” he amended, placing the sleeping baby on her mother’s chest and leaning down to place a tender kiss to her lips.
“Language,” Piper murmured, smiling softly up at Tate when he drew away.
“Shit, I forgot. I mean, damn.” He sucked in a breath and grimaced. “Sorry.”
Everyone laughed softly at his expense. They only stayed a short while longer before leaving to give the new parents some time to get to know their daughter and catch some much-needed rest.
“Well, I could use a drink,” Felix announced as they exited the lobby. “You guys want to hit up a sports bar or something, grab some lunch and a beer?”
“Yeah, man, sounds good,” Tom agreed.
Jon didn’t even have to look down to know that he and Patricia were on the same page. They loved their friends, but the last thing they wanted to do was go out when they could be in bed, wrapped in each other’s arms. “Maybe another time,” he told him, already guiding Patricia toward the truck.
“Are you sure?” Felix called after him. “My treat.”
Jon just held up his hand and continued walking.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather hang out for a while?” Patricia asked him once they were buckled into their seats.
He started the engine and waited until they cleared the parking lot before responding. Taking her hand, he brought it to his mouth and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “I have you all to myself for the next eight and a half months,” he said, glancing over at her, “and I don’t want to squander a single second of it. I hope you enjoy take-out.” The smile that spread across his face was nothing less than devilish.
The way Patricia looked at him, her blue eyes soft and full of love reserved only for him, filled him with more pleasure than he knew what to do with. Her hand fell to his thigh and she smoothed her palm from knee to hip, sending bolts of pulsing heat between his legs.
“Then you’d better step on it,” she purred, scooting closer. “Because I have a wicked craving for something hot.” She kissed the underside of his jaw. “And hard.” Then ran her tongue down the side of his neck. “And wet.” Her palm covered the hard ridge pressing against the fly of his pants, and pressed down.
Jon groaned and his foot pressed down on the gas pedal. “Did I ever tell you how dangerous you are?”
“Baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”
Epilogue
“I am so happy that the two of you worked things out.” Jon’s mom was beside herself as she leaned across the table and enveloped her son in a warm, one-armed hug.
Jon chuckled. “It’s been over six months, Mom. You can stop saying it now. We know you’re happy.”
“What your mother is trying to say,” his father chimed in, “is that we are all very happy for the two of you.”
“Thank you, Mr. Bradshaw.” Patti smiled demurely.
“How many times do I have to tell you, young lady,” his father said with a disapproving frown. “Call me Walter.”
“Or Dad,” his mother suggested with a toothy grin.
Jon chewed his food happily, glancing at Patti in time to catch the shy smile crossing her face as she tipped her head down and focused on her plate. After having lost her own father, he knew she would never claim his as her own, but he also knew his mother would never stop offering. She was simply too eager to have a daughter-in-law.
Under the table, his hand rested on Patti’s thigh, and he moved it higher, skimming the silky flesh beneath the fluffy fabric of her dress. Her eyes darted to his, and she chewed her lip, making his mind run wild with ideas for what they’d be doing later.
“So,” his mother said, breaking the heated moment of silence. “How are you handling everything at the office, Patti? My son isn’t working you too hard?”
A secret smile passed across her face before Patti looked away from him to answer the question. “Everything is going great. I love working with Jon.”
He squeezed her upper thigh, the tip of his pinkie finger tracing the edge of her panties. “I love working with you, too,” he told her. To his parents he said, “This way we get to spend the whole day together. I’m glad I thought of it.” He winked at Patti. Despite her initial claim that she never mixed business with pleasure, once they’d decided to move in together, merging their lives in every possible way, she saw how much trouble he was having finding an accountant worth their salt, so she finally agreed to sign on for the job. They both agreed it was one of the best decisions they had ever made.
“You’re such a smart man,” Patti said sweetly, then nudged him playfully in the side.
“He gets it from me,” his father said proudly. Biting off a hunk of his dinner roll, he grinned and waggled his eyebrows.
“Behave,” his mother scolded, tossing a cloth napkin across the table and hitting him square in the face.
His father’s eyes widened innocently. “What did I say?”
“So it’s not too tough on you and the baby? You get off your feet often?”
“Believe me,” Jon said, laughing. Removing his hand from her thigh, he slung his arm over the back of her chair, absently caressing the length of her arm. “I make sure she’s taken care of.” Beneath the table, Patti gave his foot a warning kick. “Plus, a couple of her friends work there, too. I’m beginning to wonder if all those hours they spend working in the break room is them actually working, or if I’m really just paying them to conspire against us men.”
“Definitely conspiring, honey,” Patti teased.
Jon pressed a kiss to her temple. “Then it’s money well spent.”
“Speaking of money well spent,” his mother said as she cut into her chicken cutlet, “are you ever going to put a ring on this woman’s finger?”
“Good segue, honey,” his father said with a grin. “How ‘bout it, Jon. There isn’t much time left before the baby gets here, and I hear that shotgun weddings are all the rage.”
Jon sighed. This had been the main topic of interest since his parent’s had learned they were expecting, but he and Patti had already agreed that they didn’t want to rush things. Everything about their relationship had moved at warp speed from day one. For now, they just wanted to focus on each thing one-step at a time, starting with the birth of their child. He’d already explained this to his parents, but that didn’t mean they would stop pushing. He couldn’t begrudge them for wanting to ensure their son was happy, though.
“It’s like I said before,” Jon said. “We’re good with taking it slow. I think me selling the condo and moving in with Patricia is pretty good start toward showing my commitment to our relationship.” He passed a look to his mother, and she held up her hands in defeat.
“Okay, I get it. No more pushing. You’re going to be a father, and I just want to make sure you are both happy.”
We are, Mom,” Jon assured her.
“Then we’re happy for you, son,” his father returned.
After dinner, Jon and Patti spent another hour hanging around the house talking with his parents. They were ecstatic that they were going to become grandparents soon and insisted that they be present for the delivery. They also made it quite clear that they’d be an active part of the baby’s life, starting from day one. Jon groaned teasingly over what a hardship it would be to have them around so much, but in reality, he was thrilled to have their support. He had no clue how to raise a kid, so their input would be invaluable.
By the time they left, it was getting late. He’d noticed several times Patti trying to hide her yawns, and so with a practiced ease, they had said their goodbyes and headed home.
Jon knew that Patti would be asleep by the time her head hit the pillow. Over the past few months Patti had begun taking naps, which soon grew to include early bedtimes, but tonight, Jon needed just a few extra minutes.
He had a surprise for her.
While they were gone, he’d arranged for Travis to stop by the house and get everything ready. The closer they got to home, the more his nerves jangled.
To calm himself, Jon reached over and placed his hand against Patricia’s rounded belly. He didn’t say anything. Instead, Jon focused on the road and the feel of his son or daughter’s little feet pounding against his palm. Could there be anything more perfect? Each time he touched her stomach, he experienced the deep, abiding love coursing through him for his little family.
Patricia let out another yawn.
“Tired?”
Looking at him, she gave him a drowsy smile. “Very.”
“Give me five minutes,” Jon requested as he pulled into the driveway in front of what was now their house, their family home. “I have something I want to show you, and then I’ll tuck you in to bed.”
Dropping her head back against the seat, she groaned.
* * *
“Are your eyes closed?”
Patti stumbled a little, her hand shooting up to grab hold of Jon’s forearm to steady herself. “For the millionth time, yes, they’re closed. Now hurry up before I trip and kill myself,” she grumbled. If there was one thing Patti had learned from living with Jon was that he liked surprises, and she hated being surprised. Okay, make that two things.
“Where are you taking me?”
“Be patient,” Jon entreated. His large hands were clasped tight over her eyes as he led her through the living room. “Almost there.”
Patti took each step with care. At seven months pregnant, she felt as big as a boat. She swayed on her feet, her balance completely shot now that she was carrying extra weight up front. It didn’t help that she was blind now, too.
Shifting so that one hand covered both eyes, Patti waited patiently as Jon leaned over her shoulder. She heard a door open. “Okay, one step forward, stop,” he instructed her. With her arms extended, Patti felt for the doorframe and used it as her guide. “Step down. Good. Now, I’m going to remove my hands but keep your eyes closed. Got it?”
“Yes, sir,” Patti said smartly, earning a playful slap on her ass.
She felt the air stir as Jon left her side. It was incredibly difficult to keep her eyes shut knowing that something was waiting for her on the other side of her closed lids, but she remained dutifully still, focusing on all of her senses to see if she could figure out what all the fuss was about…
She smelled a hint of gas mixed with the pungent odor of motor oil. There was also the spicy tang of rotting garbage mixed in there, too, letting her know exactly where they were. “Jon?” she called out, wondering how much longer this was going to take. The baby was sitting on her bladder, and she wasn’t sure how long she could hold out before she wet herself, again.
The process of becoming a mother wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Most days she felt like a beached whale, and she’d hit that stage where her face looked like an oil slick. Of course, it was really just the “glow” that women got during their pregnancy. Patti didn’t feel like she was glowing. She felt fat and frumpy and swollen, not to mention perpetually tired. The only nice thing to come of all of it was that her hair had never been so thick or luxurious before. And her rack was amazing. Jon couldn’t keep his hands—or mouth—off it.
“Are your eyes still closed?” Jon’s deep voice asked her as he moved in front of her to take her hands.
“Yep.”
Patti allowed him to guide her a few more steps, placing her right where he wanted her. “Okay,” he said, sounding nervous. “On the count of three, open them.” The air stirred again as he stepped to the side, presumably to open up her line of sight. “One.” Patti felt her stomach flip. “Two.” Her pulse quickened. “Three.”
Holding her breath, Patti eked open one eye. “Holy shit.” She wasn’t sure if she said the words out loud, or just in her head.
Both of her eyes were open now, blinking slowly as she struggled to understand what she was seeing.
“Well?” Jon asked excitedly. “What do you think? Are you surprised?”
He could say that again. Sleek. Black. Touches of chrome in all the right places. It was just as she had dreamed it would be. “How?” The word came out a little choked, considering Patti felt like she had just stepped into an alternate universe.
Jon’s eyes danced as he approached the GTO, running his hand down the polished hood. “I know why you did it, but I hated that you had to give up something so important to you. I had Travis track it down for me, and we’ll probably have to get used to eating Ramen noodles for the rest of the year, but after practically selling my left kidney, I was able to talk the guy into selling it back to me.” He smirked. “He really didn’t want to let it go.”
She knew how the guy felt. “Ramen noodles sound good,” she said, a weak smile forming. Patti’s eyes burned and she pressed trembling fingers to her mouth. “Jon, you didn’t have to do this.”
Slowly, with all of his love reflecting back at her in his eyes, Jon walked over to her and placed his hands on her swollen belly. “Yes, I did,” he said firmly. “It’s my job to make you happy, and this makes you happy.”
Patti’s hands covered his and she looked away, unable to meet his eyes. “But it’s just a car.”
Refusing to let her escape him, Jon grasped her chin and lifted her face to his. “It’s more than that. That car is a legacy. It belongs in the family. Our family, and one day, you’re going to teach our son or daughter just like your father taught you.”
Tears were slipping down her cheeks in a steady stream now. Cupping her face in his hands, Jon wiped them away with his thumbs. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. This is a happy day.”
She didn’t know what to say, except, “Thank you. Thank you for bringing it back to me.”
“I’d do anything for you.” Taking her in his arms, Jon held her tight.
“Can I touch it?” Patti asked hesitantly, stepping out of his embrace and wiping her face dry.
That wicked gleam flashed in Jon’s eyes again. “Baby, you can touch it whenever you’d like.”
She slapped him in the arm. “You know what I mean.” Walking over to the car, Patti ran her hands over the pristine paint job, admiring all the small details that had been added since the car had changed hands. There was no sign of the damage from the accident, every dent, and scratch gone. The custom racing stripes she had added were painted over, making the car a monochromatic black on black, which was fine. It suited it better. Opening the driver’s door, she eased into the leather bucket seat and found that everything seemed to be exactly how she remembered it.
“Do you want to take it for a spin?”
Patti looked up to find Jon standing in the space of the open door, holding a pair of keys out to her. Longing swept over her and she recalled all the times she had flown down the highway, feeling the power of all that American muscle surrounding her.
One glance at Jon, his eyes burning words she didn’t have to hear to understand, and she knew what her answer would be.
“Not today,” she said, reaching out to take his hand for leverage. He pulled her from the car and lightly closed the door behind her.
“Are you sure?” he asked, taking her in his arms again.
Wrapping her arms around his waist, Patti stared up at him. The doubt and fear along with the grain of hope etched into the fine lines around his eyes told her she was making the right decision. Jon had done the most beautiful, generous thing for her by bringing her car back to her, but she needed him to know that their future was more important to her than their past.
“I’m sure. We only have two months left alone together.” She drew her fingernail down the front of his shirt, smiling suggestively. “And there are so many things I can think of that I still want to do to you.”
