He dipped his head, his mouth even hotter than the spray hitting our sides as he kissed the tops of my breasts, lifting them into his hands. Watching as he worked my tight nipples with his fingers gave me almost the same thrill as the physical sensation.
He rose up, lifting my leg and wrapping it around his hips. “We don’t have much time.”
“Are you saying that you started something you can’t finish?”
“No, just promising to make it up to you later.” He tilted his head and captured my mouth, sending his tongue deep within. As one of his hands slid down the center of my body, barely grazing the sides of my breasts, my tongue joined in the playful chase and elude for control.
Ideas for later rushed through my mind, snarled up with the thoughts of Ted that had haunted my afternoon. Both disappeared when his fingers spread my pussy lips. The thick head of his cock pushed between my folds, promising pleasure to come.
He lifted his head, breaking the kiss. A wicked grin split his face as he slowly slid into me. His features sharpened from pure desire to blazing passion as he filled me.
Want overcame me, obliterated my desire to play a game with him. I needed release to the point where I couldn’t think, didn’t care who won this round. My entire body became a tangle of frantic nerves begging to be soothed.
Staring into my eyes, he rocked his hips. The friction against my clit sent waves of pleasure through me so intense it grew hard to keep my eyes open. My back slid against the tile, with tiny jumps as he thrust into me. I held onto his shoulders, every muscle in my body tensing in preparation. My hands moved over the hard curves of his arms, enjoying the way they flexed with the strain of holding my body open for him. His pace quickened, pushing me past the point of control. My orgasm hit in a spasm of flashing lights and shuddering limbs. Coming so hard felt like dropping off a cliff. I nearly slipped when Scott pulled out, shooting streams of his come against my stomach. I blinked, trying to recover enough to ask what that was about.
He leaned closer, nipping at my earlobe as he whispered, “I want to taste you later, and I don’t want you to taste like me.”
I released him, flattening my palms against the tile behind me as I stood on my own two feet, staring and wondering just what could be so bad about this dinner that he felt the need to coax me with sex before, and tempt me with the promise of more later.
“What’s this?” Scott held the blood red card between his fingers.
My pulse raced as I walked into the bedroom, struggling to finish threading a diamond drop earring through my ear. I hadn’t done anything wrong, yet my hands were shaking as if I’d been caught with my panties down. I glanced at the king sized bed, the white coverlet scattered with the contents of my purse.
“What are you doing?” I stepped to the bed and grabbed my purse. He’d completely emptied it, from my cell phone to lip gloss. Even the tiny first aid kit I had stashed for trips to the park with the kids wasn’t safe. “Why are you going through my things?”
“I was looking for your ID so you wouldn’t have to carry that thing.” He smoothed his tie, the same ice blue as his shirt. “It’s huge. I don’t know why you lug it around.”
The satchel wasn’t small, but it was fashionable and practical – I could hide snacks, toys, and an emergency pair of pants for Kyle. But the bag wasn’t the issue here.
“Don’t go through my purse. Especially when you’re going to dump everything out. You need to have more respect for my personal property.”
“Okay.” Scott drew the word out, lacing it with sarcasm. “What is this about?”
“This is about you thinking you own me, as if whatever I have is yours to do with as you see fit.”
“What’s mine is yours, Jess. What is it about this card that has you so riled up?” He narrowed his eyes. The brown gaze I usually found comforting unnerved me.
“What gives you the right to toss my stuff around like it’s junk? I’m aware you think the sun rises and sets with what you want, but I deserve some modicum of privacy.”
He had the nerve to roll his eyes. “To take acting lessons? Or is this about Janelle, because we agreed that was just a phase –”
“He didn’t want to teach me to act. Trust me.” Except that was exactly what Ted had wanted. Wanted me to act like the perfect professional’s wife and have the hidden affair.
Scott and I stared at one another, his breaths becoming shorter and shorter. Let him realize I had options. None I had any plan on exercising, but there were some hard limits on what I’d allow him to dictate for me. It seemed he could tell me where to live, but he wasn’t going to tell me how to live.
“Why did you take his card?” Each word dropped like a lead weight.
“It was on the table with the –” My gaze darted around the room, suddenly realizing what was missing. I stomped towards the wastebasket beneath the desk and pulled out the two free weekly newspapers I’d spent the afternoon analyzing. I grabbed them in my fist and turned around, shaking them at him.
“Why would you throw away something of mine? What were you thinking?”
“I was thinking my wife carries a lot of junk in her purse. I was thinking her evening might go better if she didn’t have to tote it around.”
“Don’t throw away things that don’t belong to you. Because of your decision to sell my home and move here, I have to find a new job, maybe writing for one of these papers.” I refolded
