“Can’t it wait?” Denise said.
“Yeah, it could, but in the meantime, you could do something foolish.”
“Not on your life.”
Wide-eyed, Pamela left them alone and joined Heather. Holding Denise’s hand, he walked over to Henry. “Can I get something for Denise and me? We’re going to Judson’s place, and we may or may not be back.”
“Give me ten minutes. Meantime, tell Russ happy birthday.”
At Judson’s house, Scott opened the door with his key, and went into the kitchen. “We can eat right here as soon as I get us a beer and some forks. Have a seat. Henry fixed a plate for each of us.”
Denise had missed him. As she watched him set the table, open a can of beer and say grace, she wondered what was wrong with her. She had to do something. “Scott, have you made other arrangements for Thanksgiving? We can go see my folks, if you still want to. I’ve been thinking that if Dad hadn’t liked you, I wouldn’t have been happy. I don’t know what got into me. We can spend Christmas with your folks.” She waited for his response while he formulated his thoughts.
“Denise, I am not going to sugarcoat this. I love you, and I need you. Those are words I haven’t said to a woman, since I was still wet behind the ears, so to speak. But I am not a slave to my emotions.”
He reached over and lifted her hand from the table and caressed it. “Yes. I accept my role in it. Promise me that in the future, whenever something isn’t right you’ll do what we are doing right now. Sit quietly and talk to me about it.”
“I will, and you will do the same.”
He nodded. “Count on it.” And as if the subject was over and done with, he said, “I hope you don’t need dessert.”
She couldn’t help laughing. “Boy, do I ever!”
Both of his eyebrows shot up, and his eyes widened. “You mean?”
She nodded. “Nobody’s here but us.”
He cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. She’d never seen him move so fast.
“Come with me?” he told her.
“Yes!”
They ran up the stairs to his room. At the door, he picked her up, carried her inside and placed her on her feet beside his bed. She kicked off her shoes, and it just got to him. She could see it in his entire demeanor. His eyes darkened, and his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed heavily.
“Do you love me, sweetheart?”
“Oh, yes, I love you. You are my whole world. I know that now.”
He opened his arms, and she was in them. His hands roamed all over her. And his mouth, oh, Lord, his mouth! He ran his tongue along the seams of her lips, and she opened them, anxious for the taste of him. She pulled his tongue into her and suckled it, feasting on it as if starved. He grabbed her buttocks, tightened his grip on her and plunged his tongue in and out of her, demonstrating what he planned to do to her. Frissons of heat plowed through her, and her nerves were on end. Frantic for more, she undulated wildly against him. The pulsing began in her vagina, and she took his hand and rubbed her left nipple with it. He yanked her top over her head, threw it on the bed, pulled her breasts from her bra and drew her nipple into his mouth.
“Yes. Oh, yes. Yes!” she said, holding his head as he nourished himself. She tried to unbutton his shirt, but couldn’t. Instead she took off his belt. She caressed his penis, and he bulged against her.
“Get in me. Honey, I don’t need all this. I want to feel you in me. It’s been so long.” When she unzipped her slacks, he eased them to the floor, picked her up and placed her on his bed. She unhooked her bra, and her breasts fell free. He got out of his clothes, quickly, and she reached for his hand and offered her breast to him. She spread her legs, and with a hoarse groan, he stumbled onto the bed. When she felt the warm moisture of his mouth, her hips thrust upward toward him.
“Slow down, sweetheart. I am going to enjoy every second of this, and I aim to see that you never forget this day.” He licked the valley between the globes of flesh that he loved so much, kissed his way down to her navel and anointed it with his tongue, while his hands skimmed the inside of her thighs.
She didn’t try to control her undulating hips when he locked her knees over his shoulders and kissed her thighs. She knew what to expect, and lifted her body to his mouth, but he continued kissing and licking her thighs.
“Stop teasing me. You know what I want.”
“Tell me. I want you to tell me.”
“Scott, please!”
“Please what?” She moved up to him, but he thwarted her effort.
“Kiss me. I want to feel you stroking my clitoris.”
“You like that, do you?”
“I love it. Scott, honey, I’m so hot. I think I’ll die if you don’t do something to me.”
He parted her folds, rubbed her clitoris until it was swollen and ready. “Oh, I can’t stand it. I want you in me.” His tongue went into her and she felt the liquid flow from her, but he didn’t stop. “Honey, I’m going to come. I feel it. Get inside me. I want it good and hard, Scott. Oh, Lord! You aren’t letting me come.”
“You will, baby,” he said, trailing a stream of kisses up her body. “Take me in.”
She took him in her hands and gloried in the feel of him, big, hard and heavy, as he thrust into her. Slowly he began, in and out, side to side until he found the spot. “Yes!” she said. “That’s it. Right there.”
“All right, baby.” Minutes after he began his rhythmic motion, heat spiraled up from the bottom of her feet, to her quivering legs, to her vagina. He accelerated his pace, unleashed his power, and the pumping, squeezing and contractions began.
“Relax, and I’ll give it to you,” he said.
“I know. Why won’t it come?”
He put a hand between them, found her clitoris and unleashed a double-barrel assault on her senses. She couldn’t stand it. He was in her, on her, over her, under her and all around her. She didn’t know her flesh from his. He dropped her a thousand feet, and flung her up just as high. Screams of delight pealed out of her as she burst with the blessed relief.
“I love you. Oh, I love you,” she moaned as she descended from her climax. “You are everything to me.”
He gripped her to him, gave her the essence of himself and came apart in her arms. “You’re my life, my everything.”
Denise awakened about an hour later to find him still locked inside of her and smiling as he looked down into her face. “When are you going to marry me?”
“February the fourteenth. I’ve already chosen my wedding gown.”
He kissed her eyes, her cheeks and her lips. “Where are we going to live?” he asked her.
What was happening to her? Could it be that after all of their problems, it would really come to pass? She couldn’t believe it. “I always thought that we’d live in your fancy three-story condominium in Georgetown and my place in Frederick, unless you want to join the Harrington clan.”
“I say Georgetown and Frederick for now. Frederick’s only fourteen miles from here,” he said. “Do I understand that it’s all right with you if I called Clyde and told him we’re having Thanksgiving dinner in Waverly?”
“Yes.”
“I love you, Denise. You and our children will be my first priority always.”
“I know. By the way, Second Chance has split. I’ll be heading the group that supports the administration’s policies, and my group will retain the name Second Chance.”
“Thank God. That was my next question. Is there anything else that we have to settle? If so, now is the time, Denise.”
“I’m happy and impatient to start a life with you, love.”
“So am I, sweetheart. And we had better vacate this bed before Judson or Heather decide to find out if we’re all right.”
“Gotcha. Where do they keep the sheets?”
He looked at her and grinned. “You’re wonderful.”
“And I’ve got a man of my dreams.”
A COMPROMISING AFFAIR
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