Enchanted and Desired (14 page)

It was in that moment, standing staring at the broken woman before me, that I realized…I’m falling for her. I stayed by her side, comforting her as best I could, until we got word that Brandon had found Lily. She was in really bad shape but he got to her in time to save her. It was fucking brutal waiting at the hospital with Jess in pieces and Brandon in ruins. He’s like a brother to me, I would do anything for him. Watching him and Jess waiting to hear if the most important person in their life would pull through was fucking torture. I held Jess in my arms for hours. Stroking her hair, wiping her tears from her flawless cheeks and offering whatever comfort I could.

After that night Jess completely shut me out. She said she wanted space to focus on Lily and her recovery. I didn’t like it, but I knew she needed me to back off. I agreed to give her this time as a breather, but I told her in no uncertain terms that we
would
be in contact, and when Lily was feeling better we
would
be picking up where we left off.

I hate to admit it, but our time apart has been good for us. The fact that we haven’t been in close proximity has meant that we’ve actually talked to each other, about real shit; on the phone, texting, even PM on Facebook. I’m like a fucking teenager checking my phone every two minutes these days! There is an honesty in our dialogue that cuts through the bullshit, letting us really get to know each other. It doesn’t hurt that she’s a goddamn comedian; that girl cracks me up. Everything about our relationship seems to work when you separate it out. The sex – fucking perfect; our emotional connection – so fucking deep I don’t even understand it; our personalities complement each other; our sense of humor is exactly the same. I’ve laughed more than I have in years with her. I even burst out laughing in a coffee shop sitting reading a text she sent me the other day. The people at the surrounding tables were looking at me like I was crazy, but I just didn’t give a shit.

I have convinced her a grand total of twice in the past three weeks to meet up with me. The first time, I went to pick her up at her apartment and we only got as far as the elevator before I had her pinned to the wall with my hand up her dress, ripping her lace panties to get access to her wet, hot, sweet little pussy. I had to pull the emergency stop and fuck here right there and then. I came so fucking hard and fast; her pussy clenching around me as she bit my shoulder to stifle her own release. We never left her building that night. We went straight back up to her apartment and fucked until neither of us could stand.

The following week was a similar story. We decided to meet at the restaurant this time so that we didn’t get…sidetracked. We managed through the appetizers before I was getting her off under the table, feeling her thighs tremble around my hand as I finger fucked her, flicking her clit with my thumb; her juices dripping down into my palm. The only thing hotter than watching her come in silence, in public, was watching her reaction as I sucked my fingers clean of her arousal, moaning my delight at the taste of her. I had a whole romantic evening planned for us, but it never happened. Jess grabbed me and pulled me into the restroom, dropping to her knees and giving me a fucking amazing blow job. She swallowed every last drop and licked her lips before walking back out to our table. I’m beginning to realize that restaurants seem to be a major turn on for us! We can’t seem to get through a meal together without having sex in the bathroom.

It’s a fucking amazing problem to have – I find it hard to hold a conversation with the woman I’m seeing because we are so fucking attracted to each other that we can’t stay dressed or vertical for any length of time. I know I’m going to sound like a pussy for saying it, and I already hate myself for thinking it, but it can’t be
just
sex with Jess. I want more. I want all of her, but for now, I would settle for being able to control my sexual urges around her for an hour!

Lily is out of the hospital now, living with Brandon and recovering well, so there is nothing to keep us apart. Jess has no excuses, and she knows after weeks of phone conversations that I will fucking call her on her bullshit if she tries to pull away from me.

It’s shit or bust time. If I can’t find some way to integrate the amazing connection we have when we talk on the phone with our thermonuclear sexual chemistry, Jess will shut me out because it’s her defense mechanism. She won’t tell me what happened to her that made her so closed off. All I know is what little information Brandon could give me, which was that she dated a complete prick that was a serial cheater back in her freshman year of college. What a fucking dick! Why would you go elsewhere when you have a spitfire in your bed waiting for you? She must have loved him to be this fucked up over him years later. The thought that she has ever been in love with someone that isn’t me makes me so fucking irrationally angry.

I know now that I’m not just falling for Jess…I’m already completely in love with her. I am all fucking in…and it
scares the ever living shit out of me
.

JESS

The way I feel for Simon Mantovani
scares the shit out of me
. We are back on track with our ‘relationship’ if that’s what you want to call it. Our three weeks apart only brought us closer together, and now I know so much more about the man beneath the beautiful. He is so kind hearted; he loves his sister something fierce; he loves martial arts, training with Brandon a few times a week; he has the best laugh I have ever heard – smooth, throaty and sexy as hell; and the real kicker – he speaks Italian when he is aroused or angry, and he doesn’t even realize it.

We have spent so many hours talking and getting to know each other lately. I feel like we’ve known each other for years. It’s a strange feeling for me to be so comfortable talking to him. Sometimes I even think I could tell him the real story of what happened with Gavin and maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t judge me or hate me. Of course, I haven’t told him. I’m not ready to run the risk of him being the one to walk away…because he
will
walk away if he finds out.

Simon wants me to meet his younger sister Sofia. She’s a ballerina and has been on tour for the past six months. She’s in town to do a show and then has a couple of weeks off before she heads back overseas. He says I’ll love her if I get to know her. Sister I can just about handle…parents are a massive No No!! She’s organized tickets for us for her performance tonight, so I’ll be watching my first ballet before going out for a late dinner with Simon and his sister. I’m surprised by how nervous I feel getting ready to leave my apartment; checking my make-up, hair, and outfit too many times to pass it off as anything other than desperately wanting to make a good impression on a member of Simon’s family. It’s going to be a long freaking night!

As my cab pulls up outside Lincoln Center I can see Simon through the crowd, my senses awakened by his proximity. He’s pacing the sidewalk; an elegant, masculine, primal force to be reckoned with. He’s dressed to kill tonight in a charcoal pin striped three piece suit – tailored to perfection. He is quite simply the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on…and he wants
me
. As I step out of the cab, electricity starts coursing through me; a magnetic force pulling me towards him. I know he feels it too when his head snaps in my direction and our eyes lock before his gaze roams my entire body.

I’m wearing a Marilyn Monroe style dress tonight; a red flowing multi-layered skirt, cinched in at my waist to accentuate my figure; the top low at the back, the layers of material in the front highlighting the swell of my breasts before tying in a sexy halter-neck. As Simon’s eyes settle once again on mine everything and everyone around us disappears as we find our way into each other’s arms.

“Tesoro. You look…breath-taking.” His hands make their way up and into the loose waves of my hair, his warm palms cupping my face. As his lips connect with mine my body comes to life in a way that only Simon can ignite. “Let’s get to our seats. I really don’t want to explain to my baby sister that I missed her performance because I couldn’t control the urge to fuck my girlfriend.” What did he just say? He’s never called me that before. He reads my mind. “Yes, I said girlfriend Jessica. Deal with it.”

With a sly grin on his face he holds out his hand to me. I place my hand in his and follow as he strides through the crowd, commanding respect from everyone around him, leading me to our seats; and I realize something as I drink in the sight of him…I would let this man lead me anywhere. It’s an unsettling but thrilling thought. As the house lights go down and the curtain goes up I settle back and attempt to clear my mind of the riotous emotions vying for my attention.

The show is amazing, and as soon as Simon points out Sofia I am mesmerized by her. She is beautiful, graceful, and elegant. The depth of emotion she conveys in every sweep of her arms, every move of her lithe body, has me on the verge of tears more than once. I am completely awed by her talent and I can’t wait to meet her now. As the crowd applauds each and every dancer I revel in the pride I see radiating from Simon; his love for his sister evident in the stunning smile on his face.

We make our way out of the theater to wait for Sofia when I spy a familiar face. “Isn’t that Nate over there?”

“Yeah. What the hell is he doing here?” We quickly head in his direction, but he seems to be in a hurry to leave. “Nate!” Simon shouts after him, getting his attention, but the look on Nate’s face tells me that he’s not overjoyed to see us. His sexy face looks like he’s just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. As we reach him, his demeanor changes and the suave exterior is firmly back in place.

“Hello Jess, lovely to see you again.” He leans in to give me a kiss on the cheek and the look on Simon’s face is hysterical – he’s jealous of an innocent greeting. He cracks me up.

“Lovely to see you too. Is Alexis with you?"

“Something came up at work. She had to leave at intermission.” He turns his attention to Simon.

“Hey man. Did you enjoy the show? I didn’t realize Sofia was back in town.” There’s a question in there somewhere, but Simon is oblivious and his face lights up at the mention of his sister.

“She’s in town for a few weeks before she has to go back out on tour. We’re just about to take her out for dinner. Why don’t you join us? I know she’d love to see you.” Nate’s face lights up at that last comment and I realize what’s going on. He didn’t want Simon to see him here…because he was here to see Sofia. Holy Shit. Dinner is going to be interesting!

We wait around, chatting and joking for about twenty minutes before a sweet, sexy voice calls out to the man I’ve become so attached to.