easily her favorite room in the house. It didn’t just have her sewing machine and yards and yards of material and tools, but it also contained her heart and soul. She took pleasure in all the hours she’d spent in there creating things for clients. When she stepped inside her bedroom, Deanna imagined inviting Jonas over. It was entirely too easy to picture what they could be doing in her big, lonely bed. One phone call and they could be filling the entire upstairs with moans of satisfaction. No, she wouldn’t cave. Heck, if Jonas could wait, then so could she.
Deanna quickly shed her clothes and stepped into the shower. She braced herself and turned the water to cold. “Holy hell that’s cold!” Okay, the cold shower thing was totally bogus. At least for women. Quickly washing and rinsing, lest she end up with hypothermia, Deanna stepped out and dried off. Geez, she was still shivering. At least slipping into her favorite pair of plum-colored lounging pants and a short-sleeved white T-shirt took some of the chill off.
As Deanna looked at the green neon numbers on the clock, she remembered her mom was supposed to come over for a visit very soon. They were going to talk about her mom’s new job working at the women’s shelter. Gracie, Wade’s new lady love, had suggested it. Deanna was thrilled her mother had found something to do that she enjoyed, but Deanna still worried about her safety. The shelter wasn’t on the best end of town. Plus, she knew that with battered women came angry husbands spoiling for a fight.
Heading down the stairs and entering the kitchen, Deanna filled her teapot and set it on the stove to boil. When she looked over at her kitchen table, she remembered Jonas sitting there last Saturday. He’d looked so damn good with his long, muscular legs spread wide as he devoured his doughnuts. Of course, he’d looked even better devouring her the previous night. “Okay, he’s not just handsome. The man is also hot and demanding and everything my libido craves.” And, she mentally added, he happened to have the softest hair she’d ever touched. Thick enough to bury her fingers into. It was a little long by today’s standards, but Deanna loved it. And his hands. Oh, wow. When he had cupped her sex after giving her that glorious orgasm, Deanna had melted into a puddle. She’d always had an obsession for a man’s strong, calloused hands, and Jonas’s were grade A. He wasn’t overly gentle, but he didn’t manhandle her either.
And before their weekend was over, she vowed those talented hands would caress every inch of her body.
The teapot started to whistle, forcing Deanna back to reality. She flipped the burner off and used a pot holder to move the teapot to a cooling pad. While she grabbed a couple of cups from the cabinet and a box of her mom’s favorite Earl Grey tea, her mind inexorably went back over Friday night, when she’d come home to find Jonas on her porch. He’d asked why she hadn’t invited her date inside, and Deanna couldn’t bring herself to admit the truth. That her date had been a disaster. He’d been like all the other men before him, which meant he’d taken one look at her and fallen in lust with her body. Completely oblivious to the fact that there were other parts besides her ass and breasts. He hadn’t cared about her job or her hobbies. She’d even tried to talk about her interior design business, but he’d somehow managed to turn the topic right back to sex. It’d been another disappointing date.
And her real fear, the one Deanna barely admitted even to herself, was that she was terribly afraid Jonas would turn out to be the same. He’d get his fill of her body in Miami, then be ready to move on once they arrived back home. It would crush her. She didn’t understand why, but she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it wouldn’t be so easy to shrug it off.
“No, I’m not backing out,” she said aloud. “Besides, if he does see only the surface
Deanna quickly shed her clothes and stepped into the shower. She braced herself and turned the water to cold. “Holy hell that’s cold!” Okay, the cold shower thing was totally bogus. At least for women. Quickly washing and rinsing, lest she end up with hypothermia, Deanna stepped out and dried off. Geez, she was still shivering. At least slipping into her favorite pair of plum-colored lounging pants and a short-sleeved white T-shirt took some of the chill off.
As Deanna looked at the green neon numbers on the clock, she remembered her mom was supposed to come over for a visit very soon. They were going to talk about her mom’s new job working at the women’s shelter. Gracie, Wade’s new lady love, had suggested it. Deanna was thrilled her mother had found something to do that she enjoyed, but Deanna still worried about her safety. The shelter wasn’t on the best end of town. Plus, she knew that with battered women came angry husbands spoiling for a fight.
Heading down the stairs and entering the kitchen, Deanna filled her teapot and set it on the stove to boil. When she looked over at her kitchen table, she remembered Jonas sitting there last Saturday. He’d looked so damn good with his long, muscular legs spread wide as he devoured his doughnuts. Of course, he’d looked even better devouring her the previous night. “Okay, he’s not just handsome. The man is also hot and demanding and everything my libido craves.” And, she mentally added, he happened to have the softest hair she’d ever touched. Thick enough to bury her fingers into. It was a little long by today’s standards, but Deanna loved it. And his hands. Oh, wow. When he had cupped her sex after giving her that glorious orgasm, Deanna had melted into a puddle. She’d always had an obsession for a man’s strong, calloused hands, and Jonas’s were grade A. He wasn’t overly gentle, but he didn’t manhandle her either.
And before their weekend was over, she vowed those talented hands would caress every inch of her body.
The teapot started to whistle, forcing Deanna back to reality. She flipped the burner off and used a pot holder to move the teapot to a cooling pad. While she grabbed a couple of cups from the cabinet and a box of her mom’s favorite Earl Grey tea, her mind inexorably went back over Friday night, when she’d come home to find Jonas on her porch. He’d asked why she hadn’t invited her date inside, and Deanna couldn’t bring herself to admit the truth. That her date had been a disaster. He’d been like all the other men before him, which meant he’d taken one look at her and fallen in lust with her body. Completely oblivious to the fact that there were other parts besides her ass and breasts. He hadn’t cared about her job or her hobbies. She’d even tried to talk about her interior design business, but he’d somehow managed to turn the topic right back to sex. It’d been another disappointing date.
And her real fear, the one Deanna barely admitted even to herself, was that she was terribly afraid Jonas would turn out to be the same. He’d get his fill of her body in Miami, then be ready to move on once they arrived back home. It would crush her. She didn’t understand why, but she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it wouldn’t be so easy to shrug it off.
“No, I’m not backing out,” she said aloud. “Besides, if he does see only the surface
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