His finger lifts my chin so that I’m looking at him. “I want you, Jackie. I don’t want you to doubt that. But I want to wait. There’s no rush. I’m not going anywhere.”
I want to argue with him, but I don’t. I’m already embarrassed that I feel like I’ve pushed myself on him, so I just nod my head and start to pull away. But he has other ideas and stops me from moving again. “Honey, you don’t get it. I’m not turning you down. I just want you to be sure when we go that far. We just met and I don’t want you to think I expect this from you already. I know it’s going to happen for us and when it does we’re going to light up the sheets. But I want you to be sure. Because when we do take it to the next step, I don’t think I can let you go after that.”
He’s so sincere, he makes my chest ache. I rub my hand over my heart and nod my head at him. I know he’s right. And there’s no doubt that he wants me, I can feel the proof of that pressed against me right now. “I get it.”
His hands are still digging into my hips, so I sit back down on his lap and he grimaces as I come across his hardness between his legs. I smile at him, knowing at least I’m not the only one hurting here.
He pulls my hair away from my face. “I want to see you again. I have practice tomorrow during the day but how about I pick you up tomorrow night?”
I nod my head at him. “Sounds perfect.”
When I walk him to the door, he has me pressed against it and my lips are on fire. He possesses me with every touch and every kiss. When things start to get heavy again, he pulls away from me, telling me he’ll see me tomorrow.
I wave at him from the doorstep. That’s fine. I can wait it out as long as you can, Reagan.
6
Jackie
“Six dates. We’ve been on six dates and still no sex,” I groan into the phone. Even I can hear the sexual frustration in my voice. I’m too embarrassed to bring it up to him again, so I’ve called my friend Naomi needing to vent to someone.
I’ve never felt such pent-up desire before in my life and I don’t know what to do with myself. Naomi must hear the desperation in my voice because she tells me, “I’m coming over.”
Only thirty minutes go by and there’s a knock on my door. When I open it, Naomi is standing there with a carton of mint chocolate chip ice cream. I let her in and she goes straight for the kitchen, pulling out two bowls and spoons before taking it all into the living room. I just follow behind her because Naomi knows me well. Mint chocolate chip is my favorite and it makes everything better. Well, almost everything.
“So where is loverboy tonight?” she asks me as she starts dishing out the ice cream into bowls. Her honey blond hair is pulled into a ponytail and she has on her signature jean shorts and Converse. One of my favorite things about Naomi, besides the fact that she’s always there for me, is her outlook on life. She’s laid back and always tells me the truth, whether I want to hear it or not.
“He’s at an away game series. Tonight’s his third game and he’ll be back tomorrow,” I tell her, taking the bowl and spoon from her hands.
She sits cross legged on the other end of the sofa. “Okay, so have you heard from him since he’s been gone?”
I try to keep the blush off my face. “Uh, yeah, he usually texts me during the day while I’m at work and then he calls me after the games. We usually talk for an hour or two.”
Naomi sets the bowl down on the arm rest. “Okay, so does he say anything? He misses you? He can’t wait to see you?”
I roll the cold cream on my tongue and nod my head. “Yes, both of those things. And well, I know he wants me. Like, I’ve felt how much he wants me, but there’s no follow-through. I mean, isn’t that weird? Six dates and besides some heavy make-out sessions, he always pulls back. I mean I’m going crazy here.”
She laughs at me. “You know you sound like a guy right now.”
I can’t help but laugh too. “I know. I sound like some hussy in heat, but damn, Naomi, if you even knew. The man is h-o-t. And super sweet. I just don’t get it. How is this so difficult for me and he just acts like he’s fine?”