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He bounces from the table, goes to fetch the timer on the counter, and sits back down on the kitchen chair.
I down my glass of water and stare at him for a beat. He looks relaxed and happy; worn jeans and a loose grey long sleeved shirt, his hair messy and his beard a little longer than usual. Seems like a great deal — pie for a thirty second kiss. I slowly make my way to him, coy.
He pats his thigh. “Sit on me.”
I laugh. “I suppose it’s the best way.”
I straddle him and we stare into each other’s eyes for a few seconds.
“Ready?” he asks.
“Ready.”
He sets the timer to thirty seconds, and presses his mouth to mine. It’s weird. I don’t know what to do with my hands. He grabs my nape with one hand, the other slides down my back. Fair enough… I never stated that we couldn’t touch. I rake my hands through his hair. He smells good.
I want to draw his tongue in against mine. But I don’t, of course. He grabs my ass and slides his mouth to my cheek, then to my jawline. His warm breath lands on my ear. It’s pretty hot and I like it. Again, he’s not breaking any rules — his mouth is still closed as far as I can tell. I drag my mouth against the rough scruff of his beard, brought back to the memory of him going down on me in the boat. I slide a hand down his chest, past his abs, and feel his hardness under his jeans. Damn.
He moans against my neck, and slides his hand around my breast. He rubs his thumb around my nipple.
The timer goes off, but I don’t want to stop. We both ignore it… beep, beep, beep, beep. Our lips find each other again, and my mouth opens against his, letting him in. His tongue is hot and eager.
Abby and Baxter are scurrying around us, probably alarmed by the loud sound of the timer. I reluctantly tear myself away from Jacob, laughing. “Wow, you… you’re such a little manipulator.” I reach for the timer and turn it off.
He laughs. “I certainly know how to play you, I won’t deny it.”
“You certainly do,” I admit. “Now, how about that key lime pie?”
He reluctantly gets up and opens the refrigerator door. I watch him eagerly as he reaches in and pulls out the pie, still boxed. He’s quick to serve us helpings. I moan as I enjoy my first bite — it’s almost as good as sex.
It’s been a good day. A mind-blowing orgasm in the middle of the lake, a delicious dinner, and now, pie.
Following dinner, we both settle on the sofa with the puppies. “That was great pie,” I say. “Thanks.”
He looks up from his John Grisham. “My pleasure…. and that kiss… wow.”
“You know what… I was so pissed off when I first saw you here, but now I’m kind of glad you’re here. This is nice.”
His smile is sweet. “It is. And the sex wasn’t bad either.”
“Not bad?” I say. It was great. “What do you mean? Not bad?”
He smiles. “Well, it was hot, but if I had my way, I would have made sweet love to you in your bed, slow and soft, for hours. Just the two of us exploring every inch of each other, not rushing, just enjoying…”
His words arouse me. That does sound really good, but…
“We need to stop, Jacob,” I tell him. “We’ve been separated for over a year, and it’s time to sign the papers and make everything official. It’s time to move on.”
I know he’s devastated by my words but he needs to hear them.
“I know. I’ve finally realized it this week. I was hoping that us being together in this place would change your mind, would make you see how good we are together. But it’s obvious that you haven't changed your mind. And I might finally be willing to accept that.”
His words make me happy, but they also sting.
His hand reaches for mine. “I need to get back to work tomorrow, so you’re on your own for the next two days.”
My heart dives into my stomach. I don’t want him to go. I’m at a loss for words, and when I finally find them, I’m shocked. “Just one last time,” I say softly. “Maybe we could do it like you wanted… slow and soft, into the night, in my bed.”
