The next time I look up at her I can no longer remember tired, defeated Elle that sat on my top step waiting for me. This angel is luminous, her eyes softly shine and it’s taking everything I have not to run my lips along all her curves, marking her with my trail of kisses.
I press my lips against her ear.
“I’m going to need to stop,” I say with some urgency. I’m starting to lose my composure. I fear I’ll be pulling her panties off any moment if this doesn’t end.
She nods with understanding. She takes the edges of the bra in each hand and as I start to pull my hands away so she can close the clasp she gazes up at me.
“Can you just touch my nipples once?”
I can’t say no. With each hand still cupping a breast I run the pads of my thumbs over their peaks, and she shudders with such a moan that I feel like I’m going to lose it without even being touched.
I regretfully pull my hands away and she slowly fastens her bra shut and then fastens her shirt back up.
“Oh wow,” she says with a smile.
“Is that a good wow?”
“An all caps, bold font with several exclamation points, kind of wow.”
“I’m glad to be of service.”
“You have no idea how much I needed that. Can we do that on a regular basis?”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
“Really? I think it’s the best idea ever.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to make you happy but this is a lot for me to handle.”
She gestures to her open shirt. “I warned you they were bigger now.”
“It’s not that. Well, you know . . . I’m a man, Elle.”
She nods with a very serious expression. “And you have needs?”
“Yes, I do.”
“I could help with that,” she replies with an arched brow.
“That’s not what I’m asking for. I just want you to understand that touching you is . . . exciting. And when I get excited, all bets are off. You don’t know what I can be like.”
“I wish I could see you like that.”
I shake my head at her.
“You know what? I’m going to give you something that I’m pretty sure isn’t what you want but I think you need.”
“Oh yeah? What do you think I need?
“Affection.”
The idea of expressing affection isn’t high on my radar. I imagine her patting my head and giving me a teddy bear. “Is that so?
“It is. And I want to give it to you. Here, close your eyes and relax.”
This woman.
“Can you tell me what the difference between affection and sex is?” I ask. I’m really not sure.
“Seriously?”
“Yes. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to know.”
“But, you don’t know?”
“I guess I don’t.”
“Affection is from the heart.”
“So what are you going to give me?”
“Close your eyes.”
Teddy bears be damned . . . my mind goes all kinds of wild places, happy places, Elle touching me in ways she hasn’t before.
She taps me on the chest and I realize that not only are my eyes not closed, they are wide in anticipation.
“Eyes closed, please.”
“I like when you ask nicely.”
She takes her fingers and gently brushes them down my eyelids until my eyes are shut. I feel her fingertips skim down my cheek and along my jaw.
“See, that’s nicely,” I say.
“Mmm, hmm.”
I’m acutely aware of every sensation: the way her body is leaning into mine, her subtle fragrance, and the tickle of the ends of her hair brushing along my forearm.
“What are you going to do?” I ask impatiently.
“Shhhhh.”
I feel pressure on my torso as she leans in closer to me and my heart starts thundering. I also feel pressure in my chest like I can’t catch my breath I’m so wound up to see what she’s thinking.
When I feel her soft lips brush against mine, it takes everything I have not to open my eyes. She pulls away as quickly as she arrived leaving me aching for more. I hold still as a statue. This can’t be it. There has to be more. I’m not even sure I’m breathing as I wait to see what happens next.
My reserve either inspires or challenges her, and she hikes herself up higher and her leg folds across my thigh. I grasp my hand in the bend of her leg to secure her against me.
Everything is different when her lips press against mine and seem to melt. She’s kissing me gently and slow, but the emotion I sense behind it feels like it’s important to her and I kiss her back with the same intensity. My arm slides around her to pull her close and her breasts press against my chest. Every second of this is unbelievably great, and I never want it to end.
Kissing Elle is unlike any kiss I’ve ever had. I’ve never felt so much . . . not just in the obvious places, but inside my chest. It’s fucking unreal. I run my fingers through her hair and kiss her back from the heart. I can sense what it’s doing to her and I like it.
Just when I think more has to happen she pulls away and snuggles into me.
Damn.
“How was that?” she whispers.
Words can’t define how I feel so I respond simply. “I liked it.”
“Me too.”
We lie silently for a few minutes while I trace my fingers over her back and try to figure out what to make of what just happened.
“Can we do that affection thing on a regular basis?” I ask.
She smiles and for a brilliant moment the room lights up.
“Maybe.”
I think of the look on her face when I told her I couldn’t handle touching her regularly. “Payback?”
“Maybe.” But then she reaches up and kisses me on the cheek.
What the hell are we doing? This is the weirdest relationship I’ve ever been in. What’s even worse is that I don’t just like it, I’m starting to need it. I need her and I’ve never been in this situation and it scares the fuck out of me. She’s pregnant with another man’s baby. I’m on the sidelines, hoping I’ll get called into the game to be quarterback before the fourth quarter. What if I don’t?
“Hey, Paul,” she whispers with a sleepy voice.
I can tell she’s going to fall asleep in my arms again and I want her to. “Yeah?”
“You know all that stuff you were saying about your favorite photograph of the bridges?”
“Yeah. What about it?”
“How you said it’s like you don’t know where you’re going to end up or how you got there, but that it’s a steady bridge and you trust that it’s going to be okay on the other side?”
I nod. “I remember. Why?”
She sighs and rests her open palm on my chest.
“You’re my bridge.”
Chapter Fourteen
TIGHT SQUEEZE
I press the phone tighter against my ear. Elle sounds tired and her voice is unusually quiet as she cancels joining me for dinner with the family tonight. There was no family dinner last week so it’s been a while since she’s seen them.
“Are you sure you can’t come? Ma’s making beef stew because you said you liked it so much last time you were over.”
She lets out a frustrated sigh. “I wish I could come, really I do, but I have hours of work left tonight.”
“But it’s already five. This isn’t good for you.” I can’t help pressuring her—I really don’t like that she’s working so much. She’s been looking exhausted way too often lately.
“I know, but if I don’t get this done tonight, tomorrow’s event could be a disaster.”
“Elle . . .”
“I know—the baby. I’m trying to do all the right things but if I don’t stay on top of my jobs I won’t be able to take care of us. At least the day-after-tomorrow I can take the day off and I plan to sleep all day.”
“And eat full meals.”
“Yeah, that too.”
There’s a long, silent pause.
“You still there?” I ask.
“Yeah, I’m here.”
“What is it?”