I’d let go of my anxieties and didn’t hesitate to make the left turn. For the past week, my mind had kept drifting back to our time together at the lake house. I went to place a water bottle in the cup holder and saw my wedding band there—I hadn’t noticed I wasn’t wearing it. I closed the cover.
He was waiting for me, the sun shining on his bronzed face. So handsome, so sexy, I couldn’t believe that this beautiful man wanted me. This time I wasn’t nervous, only eager to be alone with him. Behind closed doors.
He grinned when I pulled into the driveway. I didn’t wait for him to open the door—I jumped out, threw my arms around his neck, and kissed him.
“This has been the longest week of my life. I felt like a child counting the days until I could unwrap my Christmas gift,” he said.
“But we snog behind the laundry shack every night.”
“True, but undressing you and having you naked in bed with me is a whole other level of . . .”
He hesitated so I offered, “Intimacy?”
His grin grew wider. “Yes, let’s go get intimate.”
A bowl of peaches sat on the kitchen counter next to one filled with blueberries, and a single perfect sunflower stood in a glass vase.
“The sunflower is beautiful, tall and perfect like you.” I had my arm around his waist.
He squeezed my hand. “I was toying with getting you a bouquet of—”
I cut him off. “I adore that you buy me a sunflower because it makes you think of me.” I smiled. “I was about to say with no strings attached, but our rendezvous do have certain expectations.”
He tilted my chin up. “And you’ve more than lived up to mine. This week I’m better prepared to properly take care of you. I hope I meet your expectations.”
I hadn’t been in the forethought of anyone’s mind in a very long time.
We held hands as we walked up the stairs toourbedroom.
He pulled my shirt over my head and then stopped. “Maybe we should eat first?”
“Consider me the appetizer.” I let my bra fall to the floor.
Satiated, he collapsed on me, both of us panting.
He propped himself up, looking at me. “You are very much worth the wait.” He kissed me and plopped back down.
We stayed like that, sprawled on each other, my fingers massaging his scalp until he said, “That was two orgasms—it must be time to eat.”
There were bottles of water on the nightstand and a bowl of grapes.
“I’m impressed. Not only did you buy food, you thought to bring snacks upstairs.”
“I’m here to satiate every part of your body.” He rolled off me, reached over, and picked up a small bunch of grapes. He pulled one off the stem, placed it between his lips, and kissed it into my mouth.
I laughed.
“Are you mocking me?” he asked.
“Quite the opposite. Sex with a beautiful man who feeds me grapes. All my fantasies are coming true without me even telling you what they are.”
He popped another into my mouth. “Let’s make some new ones together.”
I sighed. “I’m pretty sure I’m living one right now.”
“No more going to bed on an empty stomach.” He was talking to me with his head in the fridge as he pulled ingredients out.
Teddy was indeed prepared. There were steaks that had marinated overnight and fresh local corn to barbecue. I tossed a salad while he grilled. There was also a lime next to a bottle of Tanqueray.
