The Weakness in Me (26 page)

“I thought I was meeting you at your place?” she asked, taking in his worn jeans and blue button down shirt.
Blushing slightly that he’d gone through the trouble of picking her up, she took the bouquet of gardenias he offered her upon entry. “Thank you,” she said, smiling and gesturing for him to follow her through the house.

“I
planned to just follow our arrangements and meet you at my place. Then I thought it wouldn’t make me much of a gentleman to not pick you up, nor would it make the best impression, for our first date,” he laughed, walking behind her as she pulled a vase from the cabinet and began to fill it with water for the flowers.

“It’s not our first date, Jason,” she reminded him, giving him a look that said for him not to be silly.

“But that’s where you are wrong,” he said, moving into her space as she put the flowers in the center of the kitchen island. “We’ve already determined that we are different people than we were before, so it would be the first date for the new versions of ourselves, right?” he asked her, his eyes communicating the depth of his feelings for her and reassuring her of the choice she made to be here with him like this.

**

Jason questioned his decision to pick Sammy up instead of just waiting patiently for her at his house every mile between the coffee shop after he left his mother and Sven, then again after he stopped for the flowers. He worried that she’d find it cheesy and unnecessary, that he was trying too hard. He couldn’t stop himself from making the gesture, though. However, the happiness in her eyes when she opened the door washed away any doubt he’d had.

Lifting his hand, he brushed a lock of hair from her face before caressing her cheek.
With his other hand, he lifted her left hand to his lips, kissing it, tenderly.

“Are you sure?” he asked, changing the nearly lighthearted direction of their conversation, looking for answers in her glossy emerald green eyes.

“Yes,” she whispered, meeting his gaze with equal intensity. “I was ready.”

“Okay,” he whispered back before lowering his lips to hers.
This kiss was unlike any they’d ever shared before. It burned deep into his soul and lodged there. True comprehension washed over him as her lips slid against his. They’d been truly apart for the last six years and she was finally willing to come back to him. He was surprised how much she’d been holding back now that she’d finally let herself go to be with him. The kiss wasn’t desperate, rushed, the result of an argument gone too far, nor was it a product of him just being the nearest willing and warm male body. When her lips parted and her tongue started to mate with his, he felt his heart kick into a higher gear than he thought possible. They may be different people, but this Sammy and Jason still belonged together.

Letting out a low moan, his knee parted her thighs so he could get even closer to her as her hands slipped under his button-down, tracing the lines of his abdominal muscles.
The touch was so light that, if it weren’t for the heat of her hands on his skin, he would’ve sworn he was imagining it. When she started to grind her center against his knee, he forced himself to pull away.

“My place?” he asked, his voice rough from arousal, trying to calm himself at the prospect of the long trek across town.

“It’s been a year, Jason,” she answered. “If you are uncomfortable with my bed, we can go down to the guest bedroom,” she told him, her eyes glittering with a longing he’d never seen. “The ring is gone, put away, and I’ve spent more time in this house with you than I did with Caleb, if that’s what you are worried about. There are no longer any ghosts in this house, just you and me,” she said, the reassurances she was giving him seemed more like a plea than platitudes. Knowing her head was clear and she was truly ready, a possessive growl ripped through him. Wrapping her legs around his waist, he carried her toward her bedroom, his lips never leaving hers.

“I had a dream just like this,” she laughed as he broke away from her and pressed her against the mattress, never breaking his connection with her lower body.
He knew he needed to be inside of her soon or his jeans would cut off the circulation to the rest of his body. Looking down at
his
Sammy beneath him, the awareness of how overdressed they were washed over him.

“Oh yeah?” he asked, as he yanked her t-shirt over her head, trying to keep himself from actually ripping it off of her.
Reaching behind her back, he flicked the clasp on her black lace bra and pulled it from her shoulders. “Well, I hope the fantasy can live up to the reality,” he smirked, bringing his mouth to hers again. She still tasted like heaven, but it wasn’t enough, he needed more. Palming her breasts in his hand, he noted that they’d grown since the last time he’d seen them, but her nipples were still that amazing dusty rose color that contrasted beautifully against her soft, white skin. He couldn’t wait to draw one of them into his mouth and feel it pebble against his tongue.

“I’m sure it will,” she breathed, making quick work of his button down shirt and pushing it over his shoulders to the floor.
He shivered as she raked her fingernails down the sides of his arms then traced nearly every line of muscle on his chest. It was enough to drive the sanest man crazy with want, and he had been crazy for her for too long for this to not affect him. “Fuck, Jason!” she screamed as his lips attacked the hollow of her neck with more vigor than he thought possible.

“Do you still like that?” he asked against her collarbone as his hands found their way between them and to the button on her jeans.
Her answering moan and the sound of the teeth of her zipper opening sounded like a chorus of fucking angels serenading him, imploring him to further his exploration. He traced kisses from her neck to her chest as he moved to rid her of the jeans and panties in his way of everything that was
his
Sammy. The site that greeted him when he finally yanked the cumbersome clothing from her body was so beautiful he nearly wept. “Sammy,” was the only word he could form as he stood beside the bed, mesmerized.

“What?” she asked, looking down at him, a small smile on her lip, knowing what had him so transfixed.
He gave himself another second to enjoy the view, her naked, laid out for him and only him. Her eyes were glazed, her breathing shallow, her swollen red lips parted, her breasts heaving and full, her stomach showing slight signs of her past pregnancy, but only adding to her overall beauty and appeal, and further down was every man’s dream.

“You never told me you
started waxing. It’s-wow-there are no words,” he said, his voice still full of awe as his fingers moved to stroke her bare mound. He couldn’t believe he was here, getting to touch her like this, watching her as she arched her back and writhed against his touch, her eyes now full of passion, of love, for him.

“Oooh,” she shuddered against his fingers.
“Don’t stop. If you stop, I swear I’ll kill you,” she laughed, looking at him through hooded lids.

“No chance of that, Sammy,” he said, as his lips started
to trail down her body again, reaching the apex of her thighs. “I need to taste you again. Though, I’m not sure it’ll ever be enough,” he whispered before his tongue slicked over her clit to work in concert with his fingers now buried two deep inside her, slowly. He wanted to savor her, draw this out for both of them. He found the cluster of nerves on her upper wall and began to taunt her with light touches against them. Her hips bucked wildly against his face seeking more, as he fought for the control that would keep him from ripping off the rest of his clothes and taking her right now.

“Fuck, you taste even better than I remember,” he said before going back to work between her thighs, now open to him, completely.
Between the attentions of his tongue on her nub, his fingers thrusting inside her, and Sammy seeking her pleasure against his face, it didn’t take long before she screamed his name in ecstasy and started trying to squirm away. Grabbing her hips in his hands, he pulled her back to his mouth and absorbed the last of her orgasm, drinking in every last drop of her essence.

“
I need more,” she laughed, trying again to pull from his grasp. “And you’re still wearing your pants,” she looked down at him, slyly. Sitting up on the bed, she flipped her position to pull open the button on his jeans and ripped down his fly, like she was frantic to return the favor. He helped her push his jeans and boxer briefs to the floor before catching her eyeing him like he was her last meal.

“Damn,” she whispered.
“I forgot,” she looked up at him from. Seeing her on all fours on the bed, him standing on the floor in front of her, a lazy smile spread across her face stirred more in him than just his arousal. Fuck, she was gorgeous.

“Wha-?” he started to ask, but the word died on his lips as her tongue pulled him deep into the velvet softness
of her mouth. “HOLY SHIT!” he choked out as he felt her swallow him down to the back of her throat and up again until his crown rested against her lips. When her hand joined her mouth and tongue, his knees buckled and he swayed toward the bed. Goddamn!
He’d
forgotten this talent and he was grateful, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to get through the last year with the patience he’d displayed. How could he have blocked out the sinful things her body was truly capable of? “I need to be inside of you, Sammy,” he said, his voice sounded far away, even to him.

Pulling him from her mouth, she looked up at him from the bed with the most innocent look he’d ever seen on her face, “You were inside of me,” she said.
The smirk that settled on her face turned to shock as he lifted her under her arms and pushed her back against the bed.

“Damn it, Samantha!
You can’t say shit like that to me, with that look on your face and not expect me to want to do this,” he growled as he brought himself to her and thrust inside. “Fuck!” he said, astonished at the feel of her muscles closing in around him, squeezing him in the sweetest embrace he’d ever felt. He knew she still tasted like heaven, but he’d be damned if he hadn’t just found nirvana. “So tight!”

“That’s what happens when you haven’t been touched in a year, Jason,” she answered, her voice strangled with want.
“I need to be fucked, please,” she begged.

“Sammy,” he stilled, looking down at her and brushing the hair from her face.
“Even if I take you rough, hard and fast, I’d never be fucking
you,” he said, slowly withdrawing as far as he could without leaving her body completely and slamming into her again, hard. “Every thrust inside of you means something to me, every moan you make, every time I take your breast into my mouth, I am worshipping all that you offer me. That will
never
be as meaningless as fucking.”

“Okay,” she panted, conceding to him as her hips rose to meet the rhythm he was setting.
“
Faster, harder, please
!” she pleaded, lifting her legs over his back.

“How’s your hip?” he asked, pausing to pull her legs to rest on his shoulders before pressing forward.
He wasn’t sure how long he could hold it with her when he was this deep, but he wanted to try.

“It’s fine!” she cried out.
“PLEASE!” she screeched, slapping his ass with what he knew was irritation that he kept stopping. When she stopped, he started to pound into her harder this time. Just before he lost complete control of his orgasm, he felt her walls start to convulse around him.

“That’s it, Sammy.
Let it go,” he coaxed as he watched her lose herself in her orgasm for a second time, but this time he went with her, cursing and groaning out her name as he felt her body go boneless under his. “Wow,” was all he could say as he eased himself from her and moved to lay beside her on the bed.

“Yeah,” she agreed, trying to catch her breath and grabbing his hand in hers.
“Thank you,” she peeked over at him and smiled. “You have no idea how much I needed that,” she laughed.

“Me, too,” he smiled back at her, squeezing her hand.

“It wasn’t just me, right? It was
never
that good before, right? I’m not saying it was bad before, but that,” she exhaled, loudly, “that was on another plane of existence, right?” she looked to him for confirmation.

“You’re right,” he concurred, knowing his heart felt full for the first time in six years.
“It was
never
like that before. If it had been, I would’ve had to chain you to our bed,” he let out a light chuckle. “I’m considering doing that right now, in fact,” he finished, pulling her flush with his body again.

**

“You must think I’m easy,” she joked, pulling the covers over their bodies, feeling more relaxed than she had in a very long time.

“Why would you say that?” he asked, turning on his side and facing her.

“Because you insisted this was a first date, and I let you sleep with me before it even began,” she blushed at the thought of how wantonly she’d behaved.

“Sammy,” he whispered, cupping her cheek, “we’ve been dancing around this for awhile now, it’s not something that happened in the spur of the moment.
This has been a slow burn,” he said, bringing his lips to hers again. “Feel it smoldering?” he asked. Her eyes closed, involuntarily, as the kiss caused a frisson of feelings to pass through her body. She knew she was lost, completely.