Believing Again by Peggy Bird Page B

and by the end of it, Jake had worn down her resistance. Danny agreed to go to Shabbat dinner with his family the first Friday they could work it out.
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    They woke the next morning to a gloriously sunny Sunday. After a sweet session of lovemaking, they cooked breakfast together. Danny was amused to discover she was finding any little excuse she could to touch him, bump into him, stand close to him. He couldn’t keep away from her either, leaning down and kissing her cheek or the top of her head, trailing his fingertip across her cheek and down her jaw, his eyes blazing blue fire. She wondered if they were going to get through breakfast without ripping each other’s clothes off.
    Somehow they managed. After they finished the stack of pancakes and chicken sausages Danny had piled on each of their plates, Jake volunteered to do the dishes while Danny showered and dressed.
    After their morning of bump and grind, she should have known that being naked in the shower was too big a draw for him. She wasn’t really surprised when she heard the door to the bathroom open and felt a surge of cold air over the top of the shower stall.
    “Whoever came in here, you should know I’m a cop and I’m trained in unarmed combat.”
    The shower door opened. “Oh, Detective, I’m petrified,” he said.
    She glanced down at his erection. “Well, part of you is.”
    Shaking his head, he turned her so her back was to his front, took the bath sponge from her hand, and picked up the bottle of body wash. “There’s that smart mouth of yours again. Luckily I’ve discovered a way to quiet it.” He nuzzled her neck and began a long, slow slide with the soapy sponge across her breasts and down her belly, lingering long enough at the apex of her thighs to make her writhe in his arms. “You like?” he asked as he moved down a centimeter at a time.
    “Oh, yeah, I like.” She wanted more than a sponge there, however. She wanted him. But he wasn’t cooperating. So she eased her fingers under his and took control of the sponge, dropping it onto the floor of the shower. Then she moved his hand down between her legs. “But I like this more.”
    He rubbed his now-rock-hard penis against her bottom as he slowly, too slowly for her, inserted first one finger than a second one, into her hot, wet, and wanting core.
    “Yes, please. More,” she begged.
    “I love it when you want me like this,” he whispered into her ear.
    “I want you more than you can possibly imagine. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. I don’t think I could ever get enough of you.”
    “Oh, God, baby, I hope not.” His hips moved, rocking against her. His fingers found the sweet spot at the front of her vagina and the heel of his hand rhythmically rubbed her clitoris. He was driving her higher and higher, until finally she reached the top, almost falling with the power of the orgasm that raged over her like a wildfire. If he hadn’t been holding her she was sure she would have been on the floor.
    He let her regain her normal breathing rate before turning her around and staring deep into her eyes. “I mean it, Danny. I hope you never get enough of me. Because I’m never going to get enough of you. I’m falling in love with you.”
    A stunned silence followed his words. Finally she whispered in a hoarse voice, “Oh, Jake, don’t do that. You have to know, I’m really not a relationship kind of woman and I don’t want you to get hurt by something like that.”
    He looked crestfallen. “Are you telling me you don’t have feelings for me?”
    “Of course I do. You know I do. But love? That’s way out of my league.”
    He drew her to him, held her for a long while. When she pulled back from the embrace she could see the hurt in his eyes and knew she’d put it there. So she did the only thing she could think of. Sinking to her knees in the shower she took his penis in her hand and began a slow and sensual massage, licking off the drops of salty