“Should I carry you over the threshold?” he jokes as he opens the door.
“It’s not our house. It’s yours.”
“What about if it was our house?” he asks me as we step into the foyer. “Would you let me carry you then?”
“Probably,” I admit. “But that’s another parallel universe dream.”
I follow him into the empty living room and look around as Jenson turns on the lights.
“It’s really nice,” I say to him. “I love it, J.”
Jenson leads me down the hallway to the master suite. The bedroom is large with a nice bathroom that has a separate garden tub and stand-alone shower as well as double sinks. He puts out his hand to me, and as we slow dance around his empty bedroom, I say to him, “This is one of those moments we’re supposed to remember, isn’t it? Like a measuring stick in time or something.”
“Yes.” His arm around my waist tightens, and he lifts me up so we’re at eye level. When his mouth touches mine, goosebumps cover my arms. “I want to be with you, Olive.”
He kisses me sweetly and lets me down to the ground. “I want to make love to you. Let’s go to your house.”
* * *
When we reach my house, I put out my hand and Jenson comes inside with me, shutting the door behind us. He goes over to my phone and unplugs it and shows me his cell phone is on silent. I do the same with mine. Then, he holds up a bag from Bernie’s.
“Two pastries,” he says.
“Blueberry turnovers?”
“Of course—they’re your favorite.”
“They smell so good,” I say as I open the bag and lead him into the kitchen.
He opens my cabinet and pulls out two plates. I grab the wine, pour us each a glass, and we sit down at the table.
The dessert is delicious, and the company is the best.
But I eat my pastry nervously, wondering whether Jenson will finally share the secret I told him or whether I should ask him about it again. Before I have to decide, he taps my arm and I look at him.
“My secret that I shared with you?” he says. “It was sexual in nature.”
I bite my lip, pastry forgotten as I stare at him.
His lips quirk up. “A fantasy I’ve always had—of you and me.”
“Wha—” I clear my throat. “What’s the fantasy?”
“I told you that I dreamed of slowly taking off your clothes, piece by piece, until I’d stripped you bare.” He reaches out and gently traces my lips with his index finger, and I shiver. “Then, I’d put my mouth on you, starting with your mouth, and then moving down to your breasts, and last, between your legs.”
I grip my wine glass so hard I’m afraid it will break.
“Once you’re done screaming my name, I’d slide inside you, driving into you over and over until you come again. And again.” He leans forward and brushes his lips against my cheek. “I’d take you there as many times as you want, as many times as you need.”
“Wow.” I blow out the air I’d been holding in. “Maybe we should go to the bedroom now.”
“Hold up.” Jenson catches my wrist before I can stand. “Don’t you want to hear what your secret was?”
After the way his confession turned me on, I nearly forgot. “I suppose I need to know. What secret did I tell you?”
“First you said you’d always wanted a dog,” he says.
“And now I have one. It’s like instantaneous gratification week.” My stomach twists with nerves. “What else did I say?”
