“Ask anyone in town, and they’ll tell you that you’re
supposed to wait until you’re married. But if they’re really honest with you,
they’ll tell you that it’s just to keep him happy; him being your husband or
your boyfriend. It’s not for our pleasure,” I said, motioning to
myself. “If I ever, you know . . .” I said, trailing off and embarrassed at the
implication of my words.
“Came?” Jackson said without shame.
“Well, yeah. If I ever . . . came . . .
it was an accident and not due to any effort on Daniel’s part.”
Jackson gaped at me, obviously appalled at my statement. “You
can’t be serious,” he said.
I shrugged, knowing exactly how true it was. I could probably
count on one hand the number of orgasms I’d had with Daniel, and they weren’t
nearly as intense as they were with Jackson. He obviously cared about my
pleasure just as much as his own, if not more. The idea was completely foreign
to me, and a little unsettling.
“Well,” he said, moving away from me and onto his side. “I
guess I’ll just have to prove you wrong.”
I laughed next to him, thoughts of completely sleepless
nights entering my mind. Knowing exactly what I was thinking, Jackson smiled
darkly and moved to attack my neck with sweet, chaste kisses.
“We have all the time in the world, Mellie Rose,” he said
softly.
That simple statement terrified me. It was only a matter of
time before the days and hours ran out, and he was gone. I tried not to think
about that then, remembering the ways he touched me that morning and the night
before, how he kissed and worshipped me. It was enough to forgive him in
advance for anything that might happen between us.
CHAPTER 13
We spent most of the morning in bed,
cuddling and kissing, and he drove me home later in the afternoon. He was
leaving the next day for a publicity tour in Europe and it was surprisingly
hard to say good-bye. But I had known it was coming, and I threw myself into my
work, trying not to let it get to me.
It was Wednesday morning and I was in the kitchen working on
some cupcakes for the afternoon when I heard the door swing open.
“Mel,” Darcy said. “There’s someone here to see you.”
I glanced over my shoulder and saw the smile on her face.
That couldn’t mean anything good.
“Who is it?” I asked, not really wanting to take my
concentration away from my cupcakes at the moment. I had just gotten into the
flow of things and they were just complicated enough to keep my mind off
Jackson.
Darcy shrugged, but her smile stayed in place. “Just come out
and see, those things can wait,” she said, motioning to the tray that I’d just
pulled out of the oven.
“Fine,” I said, sighing. I wiped my hands on a towel and
threw it back onto the counter before making my way out to the café.
The sun was still shining through the large windows at the
front of the room, and the room was filled with light. Josephine had really
made the space beautiful, not in a pretentious way or anything, but in a way
that made it so you wouldn’t mind if you had to work inside all day. White
subway tiles lined the back wall, and dark wood floors made the space feel cozy
and comfortable. There was a long row of tables down the center of the café,
allowing patrons to become friendly with their neighbors if they wanted to,
though bistro-style seating was available along the walls and out in front.
Guests could order a latte or scone to go from the register, or sit down for a
slower-paced breakfast or lunch. It was this comforting atmosphere that brought
people back day after day.
I noticed him as soon as I made my way through the swinging
door. It wasn’t Jackson, of course, but I didn’t doubt that he was somehow
related to him. He had the same tall, muscular build, though he wasn’t nearly
as defined or solid as Jackson, and they shared the same dark, wavy hair. While
Jackson was always clean-shaven, however, this guy had a little scruff that
supposed to wait until you’re married. But if they’re really honest with you,
they’ll tell you that it’s just to keep him happy; him being your husband or
your boyfriend. It’s not for our pleasure,” I said, motioning to
myself. “If I ever, you know . . .” I said, trailing off and embarrassed at the
implication of my words.
“Came?” Jackson said without shame.
“Well, yeah. If I ever . . . came . . .
it was an accident and not due to any effort on Daniel’s part.”
Jackson gaped at me, obviously appalled at my statement. “You
can’t be serious,” he said.
I shrugged, knowing exactly how true it was. I could probably
count on one hand the number of orgasms I’d had with Daniel, and they weren’t
nearly as intense as they were with Jackson. He obviously cared about my
pleasure just as much as his own, if not more. The idea was completely foreign
to me, and a little unsettling.
“Well,” he said, moving away from me and onto his side. “I
guess I’ll just have to prove you wrong.”
I laughed next to him, thoughts of completely sleepless
nights entering my mind. Knowing exactly what I was thinking, Jackson smiled
darkly and moved to attack my neck with sweet, chaste kisses.
“We have all the time in the world, Mellie Rose,” he said
softly.
That simple statement terrified me. It was only a matter of
time before the days and hours ran out, and he was gone. I tried not to think
about that then, remembering the ways he touched me that morning and the night
before, how he kissed and worshipped me. It was enough to forgive him in
advance for anything that might happen between us.
CHAPTER 13
We spent most of the morning in bed,
cuddling and kissing, and he drove me home later in the afternoon. He was
leaving the next day for a publicity tour in Europe and it was surprisingly
hard to say good-bye. But I had known it was coming, and I threw myself into my
work, trying not to let it get to me.
It was Wednesday morning and I was in the kitchen working on
some cupcakes for the afternoon when I heard the door swing open.
“Mel,” Darcy said. “There’s someone here to see you.”
I glanced over my shoulder and saw the smile on her face.
That couldn’t mean anything good.
“Who is it?” I asked, not really wanting to take my
concentration away from my cupcakes at the moment. I had just gotten into the
flow of things and they were just complicated enough to keep my mind off
Jackson.
Darcy shrugged, but her smile stayed in place. “Just come out
and see, those things can wait,” she said, motioning to the tray that I’d just
pulled out of the oven.
“Fine,” I said, sighing. I wiped my hands on a towel and
threw it back onto the counter before making my way out to the café.
The sun was still shining through the large windows at the
front of the room, and the room was filled with light. Josephine had really
made the space beautiful, not in a pretentious way or anything, but in a way
that made it so you wouldn’t mind if you had to work inside all day. White
subway tiles lined the back wall, and dark wood floors made the space feel cozy
and comfortable. There was a long row of tables down the center of the café,
allowing patrons to become friendly with their neighbors if they wanted to,
though bistro-style seating was available along the walls and out in front.
Guests could order a latte or scone to go from the register, or sit down for a
slower-paced breakfast or lunch. It was this comforting atmosphere that brought
people back day after day.
I noticed him as soon as I made my way through the swinging
door. It wasn’t Jackson, of course, but I didn’t doubt that he was somehow
related to him. He had the same tall, muscular build, though he wasn’t nearly
as defined or solid as Jackson, and they shared the same dark, wavy hair. While
Jackson was always clean-shaven, however, this guy had a little scruff that
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