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After a few minutes of kissing, Peter shifted me back slightly and looked apprehensive. “What if it doesn’t measure up to your fantasies?”
I laced our fingers together. “It already has.”
He looked confused. “How can you know that?”
“Remember when we had our little drunk make-out session?”
“Yes.”
“When you kissed me that night, I felt it to my toes.” I kissed the back of one of his hands.
“When you whispered my name, you gave me chills.” I kissed the other.
He smiled slightly. “When you touched me, you made me crave more.” He shivered as I brought our foreheads together, breathing him in. “Right now, my toes are tingling; I have goosebumps down my spine, and I want you more than I have ever wanted someone before. You have already made me feel more in the last few minutes than I have felt in years.”
“Faith—” My name was a whisper over his lips as he began to kiss me again. His arms banded around my back, and he shifted us to the edge of the couch. “Take me to your room.”
I slipped off his lap, lacing our fingers, and brought him back to my mother’s old room. It felt weird to step into the room with someone, but then as I turned toward Peter, it felt right.
We shifted toward one another as if we were two pieces of a puzzle ready to click into place. We fit. Peter kissed me with a tenderness that I hadn’t ever felt before—even with healthy Jeremy. It was as if Peter were cherishing me, and I welcomed it.
As we undressed each other, we didn’t speak words, but our eyes spoke volumes, and as we lay down on the bed, I wanted to lay open my soul to him. Part of me had loved this man since I was fifteen; now, I finally had a chance to show him how much. And I did.
* * *
I woke before him,used to getting up at four-thirty even though I hadn’t been working for two months. I had gotten up that early for so long, it was normal. Back when I was working, I would be up the moment the alarm went off. I’d race to the kitchen, put on the coffee, pour a large bottle of water, change clothes, and then run on the treadmill for thirty minutes. After that, I’d pour my coffee, take a shower, dress, get breakfast ready, pack lunch, and I was out the door by six-thirty when the nanny arrived for Luke.
I would return home at six-thirty and would devour the dinner that the nanny had prepared, get Luke off to bed, and work again from about eight until ten. At ten-thirty, I’d pass out and start everything again the next morning at four-thirty.
Now, I lay there and stared at Peter’s profile, listening to the sound of his slow, deep breathing. Peter had awoken something deep inside of me last night, but I wasn’t sure that was good. In the light of the morning, without the haze of alcohol, I wondered if this was a mistake.
What if he expected me to stay here now? I didn’t know if I wanted that. I had an interview for a job in New York today via video. If they offered the position to me, it would get me back on track to where I had been—not exactly there, but a step closer. Did I still want that? Did I still want the hustle and bustle of the big city, where nannies raised my son?
Or did I want to do as Peter suggested and find something here where life would be harder, but not as rushed. No matter what job I acquired, I’d have to work hard, but maybe if I changed what I wanted out of a job, I could be happy working fewer hours. Would I be satisfied enough?
Peter shifted slightly, curling his arm around my waist and pulling me tightly to him. What about Peter? Now that the night was over, had it ruined the fantasy?
Absolutely not.
The man had made my body sing. I had asked him to make me feel, and he had made me feel things I had only dreamed. He had made my heart, mind, and body soar. I could picture making love to Peter a thousand times, and it would always be incredible—I just knew it.
He turned his head and brushed a kiss over my forehead. “You’re thinking too loudly, hush.”
I chuckled, and his hand began to caress my side slowly. His fingertips teased the curve of my breast, and I shifted my leg over his. He needed no further invitation as he rolled me to my back and brought our mouths together.
After he made love to me again, he snuggled up behind me and promptly fell back asleep, sated in a way that I had never been.
* * *
I woketo an empty bed and sat straight up to see the clock on the side table. It was almost eight! Holy smokes! I threw back the covers and grabbed my robe off the end of the bed, tying it as I rushed from the room.
I could hear the television in the living room as I came down the hall and found Luke sitting on the couch, alone. “Hey, buddy. How are you?”
“I’m good.” He sat up like a jack-in-the-box. “Peter made me breakfast so you could sleep.”
“He did? Is he still here?”
“No, he left. He told me that if I stayed quiet and let you sleep, then he would take me ice skating this weekend.”
