the situation wrong?
“Let’s continue the tour,” he suggested.
When we returned to the dining room, he opened a door I hadn’t noticed.
The master suite. Inside was a California king bed with crisp white linens. Rustic furniture filled the room, leaving me in awe of its Northwoods Style. The master
bathroom was as big as the bed chamber and had an oversized tub with an adjoining glass shower.
“Caitlyn, I would like for _us_ to stay in this room for the weekend,” his
voice was husky. “I don’t want you to feel pressured. We should’ve talked about
this before we got here.”
“I… I want that, too,” I blurted out, and then felt foolish. Instead of the sophisticated woman I wanted to be, I sounded like a child.
If he knew what you’ve done, he wouldn’t want to touch you, the voice inside chided.
As quick as I said I was ready, a tinge of doubt filled me. He doesn’t need to know my past, I argued. “The bathtub looks very inviting,” I said, trying to sound sexy.
“It does.” He kissed me and let his hands drift to my blouse.
I felt the cool air hit as we began to undo each one slowly. I shivered in anticipation. He kissed my shoulders as he slowly removed my shirt.
He stood back and gazed at me. “God, you’re beautiful. Let me fill the bath
for you.”
Jeremy started the water and poured a rose scented liquid under the stream.
Bubbles filled the tub as we both silently watched. The anticipation was agonizing.
I knew how I would have behaved before. I would have seduced and
dominated him. That girl was gone.
I felt sick as I thought about how I treated myself, and the men I found. All
of it to forget Christopher. A boy that had used me and never looked back.
“Test the temperature,” Jeremy suggested.
Shaking my dark thoughts away, I dipped my hand under the bubbles. It was
perfect. I stood back up to tell him, and I found myself face-to-face with him.
“Is it ok?”
“Yes, very warm.”
He slipped his hands behind me and in a quick movement, unhooked my bra.
His fingers trailed down my shoulders, sweeping the straps off, and the garment
fell to the ground. His eyes filled with desire as he traced down my arms,
stopping at the button of my jeans.
His touch was torture. I wanted him to sweep me up and carry me to the bed.
Our eyes locked as he removed the rest of my clothing.
“Don’t let the water get cold,” he said, taking my hand and helping me into
the tub.
I slipped under the water, and my heart began to beat frantically. “There’s room for two.”
He knelt by the tub and removed his shirt. I sighed as I took in his strong shoulders and tight abdominal muscles. It was my turn to be forward. I stroked
my finger down his chest and slipped my fingers into his waistband. I tugged him towards me.
“Not so quick, Cait,” he whispered as he slipped his hand under the water and began to explore my body.
Jeremy confirmed that he was an experienced lover with the technique he used to tease and prod my sensitive areas. Just as I felt I would peak, he pulled away, directing hands to other parts of my body. He slipped his finger inside me, and I rocked against him. I ached from the pressure building inside me.
