He rested his forehead against mine."I'm glad I'm not in this alone."
In moments like this, when he was tender and said things that I suspected he didn't say to anyone else, I was hopeful he just needed more time.Then he'd come to terms with what this meant.This wasn't a physical release.It was so much more.
Then he kissed me slowly, his hands moving under my shirt, unhooking my bra.He cupped my breasts, skimming over my nipples with his thumbs.I wanted him more with each passing second.
He shoved my top higher, and I helped him remove it.He sucked on one nipple, then the other.But I didn't want anything between us.I wiggled my shorts over my hips and down my legs.
He placed a hand on my chest, pressing me down onto the cool countertop.He maneuvered me so that my hips were on the edge of the counter.He licked and sucked, using his fingers to drive me impossibly higher.
When the orgasm shot through me, he gently removed his fingers, then lifted me off the counter and carried me toward the bedroom.He slowly lowered me to the comforter and shoved his pants down and off.
Then he was on top of me, holding his cock at my entrance.He moved slowly, easing inside me until I was full of him.This was what I wanted, him inside me, filling me up.
He lowered his body over mine, kissing me and keeping me close, just the way I loved.We had sex in a lot of different positions, but this made me feel cherished.It might have been only physical for him, but I was falling, tumbling head over heels for this man.
I just hoped he wasn't too far behind.
Icould see through my windows that the patio was coming together.They'd finished the base and were installing the pavers.There were still a lot of other things to do, like the fountain and the four-seasons room.But I could see how the patio would look once it was completed.
It had been a quiet morning, especially after story time ended.A few families had lingered, but they'd left before lunch.
I flipped through my sketch book, wondering if the drawings were good enough to be framed.I could add more color to them.While I was contemplating how much color they'd need, the front door opened.
"Hello, dear."
My head popped up at my mother's voice.I slammed the sketch book closed.My mother hated when I "doodled," as she called it.I'd learned early on not to let her see my drawings.It would send her into a tirade about how I was wasting my time and the education she funded.
I stood, smoothing my hands over my skirt."What are you doing here?"
Mom's eyes widened."I wanted to see how your little shop was doing."
The shop wasn't little.It was one of the larger stores, located in a corner building with wall-to-wall windows, letting in a ton of light.The extra property on the side and rear of the building allowed us to expand with the patio and the four-seasons room.
She paused in front of the Blind Dates with a Book section.I'd recently transitioned from heart gift wrap to flowers for spring.
Her lip curled when she saw the accompanying surprise panties that were attached to a few of them.
"Why are you selling panties in your store?"
I didn't bother explaining the real reason to her.It wouldn't matter to her anyway."It's a winning combination.Customers love surprises."
"You don't say," Mom said dryly.
She meandered through the round tables with the displays of the newest releases, with the embossed covers and colorful sprayed edges.She stopped at the back window."What's all this construction?"
"We're adding on a patio and a four-season's room."
Her brow creased."Whatever for?"
"To provide more space for people to hang out and enjoy their books.You can buy a drink or a pastry from the nearby stores and a book from mine and pause to enjoy them."
Her nose wrinkled."That seems like a waste of money."Then she turned around to face me."How are you paying for this?"
It wasn't any of her business."The town is in charge of the addition."
Her lip curled."It will be a good investment for the town long after your little store is gone."
"Why do you keep calling it mylittle store?"It was demeaning, and I didn't like her insinuation that my business wasn't real or serious.
