“Jennifer, do you ever want me to make love to you again?”
Her eyes widened, and she bit her lip as she nodded.She felt a blush cover her face.
Grant bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.“Then you’re going to have to let me take care of you.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“Baby, I am going to know every part of your perfect little body better than you know yourself.There won’t be a millimeter of skin I won’t touch and taste, so you better get used to me touching you and being naked in front of me because it’s going to happen a lot.”He waited for her to decide, and she nodded and relaxed her thighs.“Good girl.Now, relax.”
Jennifer gripped the blanket to her neck with both hands, focused on the lights dancing across the ceiling, and tried to ignore the man spreading her folds open and gently moving his finger around her sensitive slit.She took a breath when he started to rise.
“Don’t move those legs.I’ll be right back.”
She couldn’t help as her gaze followed his tight-muscled ass as he moved into the bathroom.Her eyes widened when she got the front view.“Grant, you’re hard again.”
Grant froze halfway to the bed.“Baby, I’m always hard around you.Even last night, after I came, I could have taken you again and again.”
Jennifer sank her teeth into her bottom lip, and a frown creased her brow.“Is that normal?”
He continued toward her and sat facing her at her hip.“No, love, that’s not normal for me at all.The fact I woke up with a hard-on is normal, as with most men.”He chuckled at the wonder that crossed her face.A flush of embarrassment took her again as he spread her legs.“I’m just going to put this cool cloth against you to help with the swelling.”
She flinched and sucked in a quick, startled breath at the cold against her heated flesh.She lifted her head to watch him.“Is it bad?”
His gaze slid up to her, and he chuckled.“No, it’s not.I don’t like the thought of you having any discomfort.”
A deep flush spread down her neck and chest.“But I don’t, Grant.I feel fine.”
He sighed.“You haven’t gotten up or moved around yet.Take my word for it, you’ll feel it for a few hours, at least.”Worry was evident in his expression and tone of voice.
Jennifer braced herself on her elbows and made sure the blanket was secure over her breasts as concern twisted her face.“Will that happen every time?How do you know so much about virgins?How many besides me have you had?”
Grant held back a chuckle when her voice started rising in agitation with every question.“Let me answer the first question.No, the swelling won’t happen again unless we go at it all night, and I don’t give you a break.The second question, I don’t know a lot about virgins.I’m just using my common sense.The third question, no, you’re the first, last, and only virgin I’ll ever have or want.”He watched as she took in his words.“Feel better?”
A smile crossed her face, and a warm glow of satisfaction rushed through her.“Okay, then.”
Grant snorted.“Good, now lie back.I’m not done down here.”
She maneuvered herself up a little more, wanting to watch him look at her most private parts.“What else are you going to do?”
Grant bit the inside of his cheek before he raised his eyes and held up a plastic container.“I’m going to dab a little of this on you to help ease you.”
“What is it?”
His eyes rolled.“It’s just Vaseline.It will help with the chafing.Now relax so we can get this done.I’m hungry.”
Within minutes, he’d taken care of her and pulled on some gym shorts.He tugged her out from under the blanket, ignoring her embarrassment, and dressed her in his dress shirt from the night before.She stood silently and watched him do up all the buttons and roll up the sleeves that flowed past her hands.When he was done, he stood back and smiled.
“Come on, love.Let’s go make some breakfast.”
Grant sat Jennifer on a stool at the large granite island in the middle of the bright, sunny kitchen.He allowed her to cut up a few vegetables and butter the toast, as he wanted to make a delicious vegetable-and-cheese omelet for her.
While he cooked, Jennifer tried to take in every little detail of the kitchen.From the light maple cupboards, the gray tile floor, and tan, gray, and cream-with-little-hints-of-black granite counters, it was perfect, and she hoped one day he’d let her cook him a meal.
Jennifer took her first bite of the omelet.“Mmmm, this is really good.”
He smiled.“I’m glad you like it.”
They sat on the island while eating and discussing their jobs and current events.Jennifer couldn’t remember feeling this content.When she tried to imagine herself there in the future, she couldn’t.Something was holding her back, and she had no idea what.
