Her lips were delicate as the water ran between us and we embraced under the warmth. It felt good to have the warm water on my body after swimming in the ocean. Even though it was plenty warm out, the ocean was still cold.
“I like your house,” she said as my hands began to explore her body.
“I’m glad I brought you, then.”
“This is the best bagel date I’ve been on,” she giggled, and I fell in total lust.
Her giggle was infectious – something out of a movie that could get men from miles away to run after her. Yet there I was, me, the broken-hearted, one-night stand guy, falling for this girl I hardly knew.
PART 2
Chapter Seven
Delilah
His hands were like a drug that I couldn’t refuse. I felt like an addict as I kissed him, wanting more and more.
It had been years since I’d felt a connection with a man like I was feeling with Brandon, and I just wanted to take full advantage of it. The pleasure that rushed through my body was so invigorating that I could have stayed there forever.
Our date had started out with me thinking I’d barely make it past the bagel, but somehow he enjoyed my awkward humor, and somehow I enjoyed his witty banter. We had a connection: there just was no denying it. What I had hoped would end up as a fairly decent date was turning into one of the best days I’d had in a very long time.
Although I hadn’t planned to sleep with him, the moment was all consuming and I just couldn’t stop myself as we walked into the bathroom and I slipped out of my swimsuit.
The desire to feel his naked body next to mine had driven me and there were no excuses. I just wanted him. I wasn’t concerned about the political correctness of sleeping with him on a first date; hell, I wasn’t concerned about anything except what his hands could do with my body.
The water was surprisingly warmer than I had expected. I really hadn’t known what to expect from water that had been caught from rain and warmed by the sun. We didn’t get all that much rain in California, so I thought it might be dirty or cold, but it wasn’t. Its warmth covered us as we stood in his tiny shower together.
Brandon was a complete gentleman, as much as could be expected when we were both totally naked and in a shower together. His body showed proof of how excited I made him, yet he didn’t press himself up against me or force himself in any way. Instead, I pulled him closer and gave him the permission he seemed to need. I pressed my hips against his leg and wrapped my arms around him as the water surrounded us.
“You taste amazing,” he whispered as his mouth moved down my neck and took my nipple into him. “I could kiss every inch of your body.”
“I’m covered in salt water,” I laughed.
“Salty and delicious,” he continued to kiss my body.
Self-consciousness wasn’t something I struggled too much with, but I wasn’t a confident seductress either. As he lowered himself to his knees, I quickly tried to remember the last time I’d had a waxing. Luckily, it had been only a week since my appointment, and I relaxed a little as he pressed me against the side of the shower and his lips gently touched my center.
My hands played with his hair for a moment as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of pleasure he delivered.
It was as if I had known him for months: I was so relaxed and felt at total ease with him. That was a true testimony to what a kind heart he had, or at least the kindness he had shown so far that day. I didn’t trust people quickly; normally I was cynical and not at all willing to give a man the benefit of the doubt.
Brandon was different, though; he had lost his son to cancer. I couldn’t imagine the hurt that came with that kind of loss.
Yes, I had experienced a great loss. Losing my husband had been by far the most painful thing I had ever had to endure, but it wasn’t at all close to the feeling of losing a child. Simply imagining that made my chest constrict in pain. I couldn’t endure such a tragedy; I just knew I couldn’t.
My heart went out to Brandon and to his ex-wife for having to go through such a horrific event. I was certain that him sharing his experience had opened up my ability to trust him more than I would have trusted had he not shared that tidbit of his life.
“In about two minutes, this water is going to run out. Can I bring you to the bedroom?” Brandon said as he slowly kissed his way back up my body.
The touch of his lips on me made my knees week and I welcomed the idea of heading to his bed with him. Nothing about this day had gone as planned and I didn’t suspect I was going to be able to plan the rest of our time, either. I would just go with the flow and see what he would be up to next.
“Yes.”
“You really are beautiful,” he said softly as he kissed me again. “I’m sure people tell you that all the time, but I just had to say it.”
“No, they don’t,” I whispered.
He looked shocked at my reply. It was the truth, though. Yes, men flirted with me, but not many of them went out of their way to give me a real compliment. Even less often did I feel the sincerity of their compliment. Sure, guys called me hot or said I looked like a nice piece of ass, but a true and honest compliment seemed much harder to come by.