The wine went down so easy. We ordered a snack in the bar in order to avoid the throng of people having lunch in the other conference room. Jon and Colin chatted amiably about sports as they both shared a passion for it whereas I really didn’t. I munched contentedly on some mozzarella stix as they bantered back and forth about football details that I didn’t understand. Jon, of course, scarfed down a burger and fries and Colin, always health-conscious, ate a turkey wrap. I stole a fry off Jon’s plate as he eyed me expectantly. When I didn’t join in the conversation, he turned towards me.
“Not into sports, huh?” he said, looking a little disappointed when I nodded.
“Maybe a live Soul game would change your mind?” he suggested, trying to tempt me.
I really didn’t think so, but I was willing to try it.
“I’ve never been to a game, but I suspect it would be more exciting than watching it on TV” I said, trying to convince myself.
“We’ll go to the next one” Jon nodded.
I could see he wanted me to share his passion, but I really hated sports. I was willing to concede that sitting in the stands with this man and seeing his enthusiasm really might change my mind. After this weekend, anything was possible. He waived another french fry at me.
“You don’t eat enough” he taunted.
Obligingly I opened my mouth and Jon fed me the fry. Colin looked at his watch.
“It’s one-fifteen so I’d better go. I’m on first before Dr. van Burren. Meet you back there?” Colin said, as I nodded and he slid off the bar stool and hurried off.
Jon placed a hand on my thigh and began to pluck at my hem.
“What should we do for fifteen minutes?” he mused, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief.
I was suddenly very aware that I had no panties on again, and I was guessing he was remembering that too.
“You are wicked” I breathed.
“You have no idea” he replied, licking his lips and inching my skirt up a bit more.
“And I haven’t tasted anything half as sweet as you all day” he added, leering at me.
I could feel myself growing wetter by the minute. I leaned into him and he parted my lips with his tongue. I took his lower lip into my mouth, tugging gently as his fingers continued inching their way up my thigh as if on a mission. Our tongues danced a moment longer and he pulled back. He was such a tease.
“That’ll have to do for now, I guess. We’d better go, babe. It’s almost one-thirty” he said then, checking his watch.
“I don‘t want to be late and have to face Eugenia again!” I laughed.
The afternoon went by quickly as we listened to Colin and the other speaker. Jon listened attentively as I jotted down notes for later. I’d heard Colin enough to know his material by heart, but the new information on neurobiology was fascinating. I also smiled secretly as I glanced around the room, noting more than a couple heads turned in our direction and eying me in a less than friendly way. They were all women, needless to say.
As the closing remarks were made and the conference wound down, the chatter in the room began as everyone readied themselves to leave. Jon stood up and stretched and I guessed he was unused to sitting still that long. I put my arm on his, enjoying the warm feel of his soft skin over hardened muscle.
“Thank you. I really did want to see the second speaker. So much of that was new info and really interesting” I said, glad Jon had been so patient during the technical stuff.
He put his arm around my shoulder, and gave me a little hug.
“I didn’t mind at all. I was a little lost there in that last lecture-you’ll have to explain it to me in English later. Are we all done here or do you need to wrap things up?” he asked as we walked out.
It had been a long day and I was ready to turn my attention away from trauma and back to the promise of the lunch time kiss.
“Let me say good-bye to everyone and we’re good to go” I replied, anxious to leave now too.
Jon looked a little tired, but I thought I knew how I could wake him up. I was looking forward to being alone with him again.
“Do you want to invite Colin for dinner and to the show?” Jon asked.
“Maybe the show, if it’s okay, but I want you to myself for dinner” I responded licking my lips lasciviously.
“I know better than to argue with a determined woman. I’m all yours” he said, his eyes sparkling.
I found Colin and made the invitation, but he was leaving on a flight that night and declined. We said good-bye and he gave me a big hug and wished me a great evening. I could tell he didn’t know quite what to think about Jon yet.
“Call me when you get time to catch your breath” he said as he was leaving.
I found Jon signing autographs in the hallway where he’d been accosted by a few therapists who had been shooting daggers at me throughout the day. He saw me as I stood aside, waiting for him, and politely excused himself.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Willing and able” I teased back.
We made our way down the hall to the elevator, and Jon pressed the button for the Penthouse.
“Wait, stop on the fifth floor. I need to get out of these clothes” I said, wanting to get into something more comfortable.
He pushed the stop button.
“Just what I had in mind, darlin’” he purred, unbuttoning my jacket and slipping his hand inside to cup my breast, flicking the hardened nipple with his thumb.
“I meant I wanted …” I stammered as he hit the fifth floor button and laughed.
“I know, I know. You want to change your clothes. I just couldn’t resist” he leered at me.
I drew his lips to mine and kissed him deeply. He yanked up my skirt and his long fingers found their way to my pussy, gliding in easily as he pushed me against the steel wall.
“I’ve been thinking about that all day” I said as I parted my legs to allow him deeper access.
The elevator dinged and he withdrew his hand slowly as I smoothed my skirt before the door opened. We exited quickly as a group of youngsters and their parents spilled into it behind us.
“That was close. C’mon” I said as we hurried down the hall to my room.
“Wait. I’ve got your card” he said, fishing in his pocket for it, and then unlocking the door to my room.
“Let’s just grab the rest of your stuff and bring it up to the Penthouse. No reason to keep it here anymore, is there?” he asked.
“Nope, no reason. Let me change into something more comfortable first. I can’t wait to get out of this suit” I said as I began unbuttoning my jacket.
“Here, let me help” he offered, unfastening the remaining buttons of my jacket and slipping it off my shoulders.
“You are so beautiful” he said softly as he held me away from him, just looking at me.
“Take off the skirt and let me look at you” he purred.
I must’ve blushed all the way down to my toes as I obeyed and stepped out of my skirt.
As I stood there, I heard his breath catch in his throat. I’d never felt truly comfortable being so totally exposed before, nor particularly beautiful, but with him it was different. I felt beautiful in that moment as he looked at me, lovingly, not lustfully.
Still, I felt a warm rush spreading from my heated center and radiating throughout my body. Silently he pulled his t-shirt over his head and I admired the definition of his body. My eyes followed down the length of him, from the chiseled pectorals to the six-pack abs to the trail of fur just above his jeans. I stood there naked, watching him strip in front of me. He kept his eyes locked on mine and I struggled to hold his gaze as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He stepped out of them slowly, and came towards me, taking my hands in his.
“Dance with me, baby” he said as he pulled me to him and I draped my arms about his neck.
Only then did I become faintly aware of the music coming from the bedroom. I must’ve left the radio on. I heard ‘Stairway to Heaven’ and smiled, thinking indeed I was already there. The warmth of his embrace was intoxicating as he tenderly stroked my hair. He began to sing softly in my ear, gently rocking us to the music.
I wanted to drown in his embrace. Time stood still for those moments and I knew it was a moment I would remember always. I felt safe and protected. And … cherished. I knew then that Colin had been right. I was falling in love. I loved this man with my whole being. I wanted nothing more than to make him happy; to show him how much I loved him.
As the song ended, he kissed the top of my head and pressed it to him, holding me there, silently, motionless. I felt the strong beat of his heart against me. I didn’t think I could hold back anymore as I looked up into his face. His eyes were far away. I ran my finger along his cheek, feeling the beginning stubble there and he looked down then, meeting my eyes.
“I don’t want to lose you, not ever. Stay with me. Stay the night. Stay forever” he pleaded.
I saw the deep pain in his face and realized how much the end of his marriage must have hurt him. And I recognized my own fears reflected on his face.
“I’m falling in love with you” he said then, simply.
And I understood. I knew the fear too.
“I’m afraid too, Jon” I said, “but even more afraid of never feeling like this again. I love you so much it scares me at times. But I’m not afraid to love you anymore.”
He held me close for a moment, his face buried in my hair.
“I was afraid I would never feel like this again and now I’m afraid of losing you” he murmured into my hair.
“I’m here, love, for tonight or forever. Whatever happens, I will be here for as long as you want me and probably beyond that.”
He scooped me into his arms then and carried me to the bedroom.
“There will never be a time beyond that” he smiled as he laid me down on the bed. “Never.”
And he covered my body with his own. My legs opened to accept him as he slid easily inside me and our bodies melded into one. One motion, one heartbeat, one soul. Slowly, tenderly, we made love until the waves of our need overtook us, sweeping us away past the point of being. I could hear music then and it wasn’t coming from the radio. It was the sound our hearts made as one.