We kissed, our mouths meeting, the kiss tender at first, both of us smiling.
Soon, the kiss turned more intense and my smile faded. I was surprised at the intensity of my emotions when I kissed her. Arousal, yes. Desire, yes. But there was more.
It felt right.
Kissing Alexa, having her there in my apartment, fixing her dinner, felt right.
Once upon a time, I had been ready to be a married man, and had been planning for the day when Jenna and I would move in together and start our life as a married couple. I wanted someone in my bed every night and I wanted to wake up with that person every morning. I wanted to become comfortable with someone, passing time together, doing everything with her.
Doing nothing with her.
Then Jenna betrayed me and all those plans were gone in a heartbeat.
Every woman I'd been with afterwards was merely a means to an end – an orgasm.
I wanted that from Alexa, but part of me – a part I thought was gone for good – wanted more. I wanted everything else for a change and that surprised me to the center of my very being.
But I couldn't have her that way…
As much as I knew that I shouldn't allow myself to get any closer to her, I couldn't resist. For the first time since Jenna, I felt at home with a woman.
Instead of shutting things down – shutting myself down – I went full steam ahead, pulling her with me down the hallway to my bedroom, smiling the entire time, enjoying her playful resistance. When I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder, she squealed in delight, giggling as I laid her down across my bed.
I laid on top of her, my arms on either side of her face, and just stared down at her for a moment, both of us smiling like idiots.
"Why is this so easy?"
Her smile faded. "It's too easy. I know I'm going to have a broken heart out of the deal."
"Should we stop? End it now and say goodbye?"
I watched her, wondering how she'd respond. A range of expression crossed her face, from surprise that I said it, to concern, and finally, what I thought was a fuck-it face.
"To hell with it," she said and placed her hand behind my head, pulling me down for a kiss.
When she rolled me over and got on top, riding me like I was a bucking bronco, I didn't fight.
Chapter 19
Alexa
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I woke early when the sun was still just a warm glow on the horizon. Beside me, Luke lay on his stomach, a pillow over his head. His long arms were thrown up beside his head, and his body was naked, his glorious butt and legs on display for me to appreciate.
Appreciate them I did.
He clearly worked out to keep in such great shape. Plus, it looked like he'd spent time at the beach house in Westhampton because he had a decent tan everywhere except his ass and down to his mid-thigh where his swimming trunks would end.
I slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom for a quick pee, seeing everything again in the early morning light.
He was so wealthy. I felt somewhat in awe of the luxury in which he lived and part of me resented it. He was born wealthy, and had lived like this his entire life. It wasn't his fault, and I didn’t blame him for it. He'd had his share of sadness and pain. Money really didn’t solve all problems, but I couldn’t help but think money made the pain of life more bearable.
I finished up in the bathroom and slipped on my bra and panties, then tiptoed to the main living area to get a drink of water. I wanted to turn on the television and watch some local news, but couldn't find the remote. I searched through the drawers in the wall unit, looking for it, but it was nowhere to be found.
I did find a few DVDs and was curious about what he watched. Some of them were recordings, and I glanced at the hallway in case he was watching, but seeing that he wasn't, I checked out the label.
Various playlists for driving – sixties music, nineties music, and some metal. Then I found one DVD that had a hand-written cover with the simple name JENNA.