Sed kissed her temple and then sat beside her. “Is this my surprise? You look beautiful.”
She flushed with pleasure. “Part of it. And thank you. How’s your throat feeling?”
“Not bad. I heal quickly. I can talk okay now.”
“No, you can’t.” She reached under the table and retrieved the gift bag she’d stashed at her feet. “Your surprise is in here. Have you been good for Eric today?”
He hesitated, looking at the ceiling in deep concentration, and then nodded.
Somehow she doubted he was being sincere, but she handed the gift bag to him.
“What is—”
She covered his mouth with her hand. “No talking, Sed.”
He reached into the gift bag and pulled out a small dry-erase board and marker. He didn’t even try to hide his disappointment. “I thought you’d get me something sexy.”
“If you use that to communicate instead of talking, I have another surprise for you.”
“Yeah?”
“You’ll probably like this one better.”
He uncapped the marker and wrote OK on the board.
She reached up and cupped his face in her hand. His cheek was rough with a day’s beard growth and she took a moment to enjoy the texture against her fingertips. She then kissed him tenderly. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll be a very naughty girl.”
VERY naughty? he wrote.
“Very, very naughty,” she murmured and kissed him again.
His gaze caressed her skin in a most distracting fashion. She was determined to get through this meal without pouncing on him, but now that he was here, she doubted they’d make it all the way to dessert. He’d be lucky if she let him finish his appetizer. Or start it.
School? he wrote.
“I’ve decided to finish law school—I have important work to do—but I’ll tell you about that later. Right now, you need to eat. Are you hungry?”
He nodded earnestly.
She removed lids from the containers of food scattered across the table. “I tried to think of things that wouldn’t hurt your throat.”
He watched her reveal one dish after another. You cooked all this?
She read his message and laughed. “No, sweetheart, it’s take out. I wanted you to enjoy it, not have to choke it down and pretend I’m not poisoning you.”
He took her hand and kissed her knuckles.
“So what are you hungry for?”
You, he wrote.
“That’s dessert.”
Let’s start with dessert.
“Don’t tempt me. I’m trying to take care of you. Help you build up your strength for your concert next week. And our little side trip on Friday.” The one Jace had helped her plan while Eric kept Sed distracted in the recording studio.
His eyebrows shot up. Trip? he wrote.
“You didn’t think I was going to be very, very naughty in the privacy of our own home, did you?”
He grabbed her off her chair and pulled her onto his lap. “How naughty?” he murmured against her throat.
“Unbelievably naughty. But only if you follow doctor’s orders to the letter. No more talking, okay?”
He blinked—meaning yes—and opened his mouth wide.
“You want me to feed you?”
He blinked again.
She reached for the bowl of macaroni and cheese. She turned to straddle his lap on the chair, holding the bowl between their bodies, and offered him a bite from the plastic serving spoon. While he chewed, she took a bite herself. Since she was feeding him, his hands were free to explore her body.
He seemed to like her new pink nightie. He traced the top of the frilled bodice, which was cut so low it barely covered her ni**les. And with an expert flick of Sed’s thumbs, it no longer did.
He stroked both ni**les in maddening circles while she fed him another bite of overcooked mac and cheese.
After he swallowed, she leaned closer and claimed his mouth in a passionate kiss. “I love you,” she said against his lips. It felt good to say it. Without hesitation. Without regret.
“I—”
“Shhh. Don’t talk. You don’t have to say anything. I feel it.”
He shifted his hips and she really felt it then. Hard, attentive, and pressing against her mound. And since they weren’t in a restaurant, she could ride him at the dinner table like a bronco all night if she felt like it. Jessica fed him another bite and rocked her hips to rub herself against him.
Sed stared into her eyes, his gaze so intense it made her heart throb. “I need to tell you something.”
“Write it down.” She tried to feed him another bite, but he turned his head to one side.
“You need to hear it.”
“Sed, don’t make me resort to duct tape.”
“I haven’t kissed another woman since I met you.”
She snorted with laughter. “Yeah right.”
“It’s true.”
“Sed, I caught you naked with three girls the night we got back together. I’m not stupid.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t have sex with other women, I said I haven’t kissed another woman.”
“Oh.” Her gaze dropped to his chin. Why did he think that was so important? “Why not?”
“I only kiss women I love.”
Her brow knotted with confusion. “But you kissed me that first night in the strip club and then again when you said you hated me on the tour bus.” And pretty much constantly ever since.
“I only kiss women I love.” He cupped her cheek in one hand and pressed his lips to hers. “Only you.”
She supposed that was his way of being true to her. She wondered why he’d waited so long to tell her. “I’m glad,” she whispered.
“Have you?”
When she opened her mouth to speak, he covered her lips with two fingers. “Never mind.”
“You act like you know what I’m going to say.”
“It’s none of my business.”
She captured his wrist with her free hand and pulled his hand away from her lips. “I have kissed a couple of men.” Jessica held his gaze so he’d know she was being serious.
He winced and she was pretty sure it wasn’t due to throat pain.
“But I didn’t enjoy it. There was no passion. Not like with you. Not even close.” She smiled at him gently, as both of his dimples made an appearance. And while she was making confessions… “For the record…” She took a deep breath. “I haven’t had sex with anyone since we broke up.”
She flushed with pleasure. “Part of it. And thank you. How’s your throat feeling?”
“Not bad. I heal quickly. I can talk okay now.”
“No, you can’t.” She reached under the table and retrieved the gift bag she’d stashed at her feet. “Your surprise is in here. Have you been good for Eric today?”
He hesitated, looking at the ceiling in deep concentration, and then nodded.
Somehow she doubted he was being sincere, but she handed the gift bag to him.
“What is—”
She covered his mouth with her hand. “No talking, Sed.”
He reached into the gift bag and pulled out a small dry-erase board and marker. He didn’t even try to hide his disappointment. “I thought you’d get me something sexy.”
“If you use that to communicate instead of talking, I have another surprise for you.”
“Yeah?”
“You’ll probably like this one better.”
He uncapped the marker and wrote OK on the board.
She reached up and cupped his face in her hand. His cheek was rough with a day’s beard growth and she took a moment to enjoy the texture against her fingertips. She then kissed him tenderly. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll be a very naughty girl.”
VERY naughty? he wrote.
“Very, very naughty,” she murmured and kissed him again.
His gaze caressed her skin in a most distracting fashion. She was determined to get through this meal without pouncing on him, but now that he was here, she doubted they’d make it all the way to dessert. He’d be lucky if she let him finish his appetizer. Or start it.
School? he wrote.
“I’ve decided to finish law school—I have important work to do—but I’ll tell you about that later. Right now, you need to eat. Are you hungry?”
He nodded earnestly.
She removed lids from the containers of food scattered across the table. “I tried to think of things that wouldn’t hurt your throat.”
He watched her reveal one dish after another. You cooked all this?
She read his message and laughed. “No, sweetheart, it’s take out. I wanted you to enjoy it, not have to choke it down and pretend I’m not poisoning you.”
He took her hand and kissed her knuckles.
“So what are you hungry for?”
You, he wrote.
“That’s dessert.”
Let’s start with dessert.
“Don’t tempt me. I’m trying to take care of you. Help you build up your strength for your concert next week. And our little side trip on Friday.” The one Jace had helped her plan while Eric kept Sed distracted in the recording studio.
His eyebrows shot up. Trip? he wrote.
“You didn’t think I was going to be very, very naughty in the privacy of our own home, did you?”
He grabbed her off her chair and pulled her onto his lap. “How naughty?” he murmured against her throat.
“Unbelievably naughty. But only if you follow doctor’s orders to the letter. No more talking, okay?”
He blinked—meaning yes—and opened his mouth wide.
“You want me to feed you?”
He blinked again.
She reached for the bowl of macaroni and cheese. She turned to straddle his lap on the chair, holding the bowl between their bodies, and offered him a bite from the plastic serving spoon. While he chewed, she took a bite herself. Since she was feeding him, his hands were free to explore her body.
He seemed to like her new pink nightie. He traced the top of the frilled bodice, which was cut so low it barely covered her ni**les. And with an expert flick of Sed’s thumbs, it no longer did.
He stroked both ni**les in maddening circles while she fed him another bite of overcooked mac and cheese.
After he swallowed, she leaned closer and claimed his mouth in a passionate kiss. “I love you,” she said against his lips. It felt good to say it. Without hesitation. Without regret.
“I—”
“Shhh. Don’t talk. You don’t have to say anything. I feel it.”
He shifted his hips and she really felt it then. Hard, attentive, and pressing against her mound. And since they weren’t in a restaurant, she could ride him at the dinner table like a bronco all night if she felt like it. Jessica fed him another bite and rocked her hips to rub herself against him.
Sed stared into her eyes, his gaze so intense it made her heart throb. “I need to tell you something.”
“Write it down.” She tried to feed him another bite, but he turned his head to one side.
“You need to hear it.”
“Sed, don’t make me resort to duct tape.”
“I haven’t kissed another woman since I met you.”
She snorted with laughter. “Yeah right.”
“It’s true.”
“Sed, I caught you naked with three girls the night we got back together. I’m not stupid.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t have sex with other women, I said I haven’t kissed another woman.”
“Oh.” Her gaze dropped to his chin. Why did he think that was so important? “Why not?”
“I only kiss women I love.”
Her brow knotted with confusion. “But you kissed me that first night in the strip club and then again when you said you hated me on the tour bus.” And pretty much constantly ever since.
“I only kiss women I love.” He cupped her cheek in one hand and pressed his lips to hers. “Only you.”
She supposed that was his way of being true to her. She wondered why he’d waited so long to tell her. “I’m glad,” she whispered.
“Have you?”
When she opened her mouth to speak, he covered her lips with two fingers. “Never mind.”
“You act like you know what I’m going to say.”
“It’s none of my business.”
She captured his wrist with her free hand and pulled his hand away from her lips. “I have kissed a couple of men.” Jessica held his gaze so he’d know she was being serious.
He winced and she was pretty sure it wasn’t due to throat pain.
“But I didn’t enjoy it. There was no passion. Not like with you. Not even close.” She smiled at him gently, as both of his dimples made an appearance. And while she was making confessions… “For the record…” She took a deep breath. “I haven’t had sex with anyone since we broke up.”
