“On a Friday night? You really need to learn how to party, woman.”
Walter snorted at his own joke, laid Jane on the bed, and crawled up her body until he could lay on top of her. He took her glasses from her and put them on the night stand. Then he did what he had dreamed of doing for ages, lifting and wrapping her legs around his waist. It was way better than anything he’d imagined.
“I think this would be a lot a better if we were both naked,” Jane said on a moan, running a hand over the beginnings of a beard. It helped to know Walter could grow one. Her hands roamed his shoulders causing all kinds of mini-eruptions inside her.
Walter snickered at Jane’s forthright comment before pressing between her legs with all his weight. When she hissed and clawed and arched, driving him insane with wanting to be inside her, he chuckled and strained to get even closer.
“Walter. . .” Jane called urgently, unable to move his bulk, not even a little bit.
“I know. I’m happy to being doing this too. Talk about blessed relief,” Walter said roughly, sliding hands under her backside to rip off her shorts. They rolled down and away with no effort at all.
“Alright. Hurry,” Jane said, giving in to the inevitable.
Walter shook his head even as he unsnapped and unzipped and slid his jeans down his legs. As he pressed against a now naked Jane, he kicked them off into the floor at the bottom of the bed. Then he was sliding for real inside the wonderful woman wrapped around him. She moaned and arched and took him in.
“Ssssh. . .don’t move. Don’t do anything else except open your eyes,” he begged, holding still as he throbbed in her depths. “Open your eyes, Jane. I want you to know this is still me. And I want to see how you feel about it. I want to know this is okay.”
Jane forced her eyelids up and met Walter’s cool stare. When he started moving inside her, she saw him brace himself on one hand and use the other to slip under her shirt again. His grip on the breast he claimed was painfully possessive. And thrilling.
“You are the most real, most wonderful, most beautiful woman that I’ve ever met. Don’t forget that tomorrow, no matter how much you might have second thoughts about giving in to me tonight,” Walter said, slowing his movements to draw out the first time. Jane’s face was flushed. Her hair was spread out like a brunette cloud across the pillow and her back was arched up to keep her breast in his hand. Every part of him was incredibly happy to be with her at last. And Harrison had been one hundred percent right. Only one woman would have instantly brought him this level of satisfaction.
“This is so much better than I ever dreamed. How can you stay hard for so long?” Jane asked.
Walter chuckled at her question. Hadn’t she been married before? “Haven’t you heard it’s never over until the fat lady sings?”
Jane froze beneath him. “What does that mean, Walter? You think I’m fat?”
Laughing out loud, Walter rolled with Jane until she sat astride him. If their bodies hadn’t been connected, she likely would have run. He stroked the top of her bent knees and up her legs before circling back to her inner thighs. He grinned when she moaned at his touch and bent forward, hair falling around her face and his. She was incredibly responsive to everything he did.
“I wasn’t referring to your body. I love your body. That was a nervous joke. You are not the least bit heavy in any way at all. Your curves make me crazy. I’m happy as hell when you wear those baggy pants that cover them up so no other man can see them. Your legs and breasts have featured in my fantasies since I’ve known you. And I’m working like hell to stay hard until you get there first because I do not want to disappoint you, especially this first time,” he explained.
Fearing she would cry or say something wildly inappropriate in response to Walter’s caring, Jane closed her eyes. She focused on enjoying their physical connection while she let his words go as deeply into her as the rest of him already was.
“That’s very thoughtful of you, Walter. All men should be as considerate. Let me show you a trick about how to hurry things along for me.”
Jane rose up and rocked back down on him. The second time she rose, he arched up to meet her. She repeated the motion several more times before everything tightened in her to the moment of truth.
“That was a great trick,” Walter said breathlessly, rolling Jane back under him when he caught her holding her breath.
She called out his name then with the first wave of pleasure and lifted him from the bed. The action caused him to explode on his next slide into her and he had to fight to hold her down enough to finish. He paused at the end, still feeling himself giving up everything. Her body eventually grew still beneath his, but his happy dick still throbbed inside its haven. It didn’t surprise him in the least that he only wanted her more than ever.
“I’m going to say that achieving simultaneous orgasm the first time definitely means I earned the right to call you my girlfriend,” Walter announced, when he could lift himself enough to put his hot, hungry mouth on Jane’s.
Happier than he could ever remember being, he cupped both breasts under her shirt and swallowed Jane’s groan of appreciation.
He knew just how she felt.
Chapter 11
Jane giggled when she caught herself humming as she made coffee, but when she tried to stop smiling, it was impossible. She was tired and sore and sleep deprived. Yet she couldn’t have been happier with herself. . .or with Walter. Last night had been far better than any possibility she had ever imagined happening between them.
Upstairs the reason for her satisfaction still slept, even though it was already past noon on Saturday, and more than twelve hours since he’d carried her there. When she’d finally left her queen size bed a short while ago, Walter had been sprawled on his stomach, stretched out and taking up most of it. His feet had hung over and his arm span went more than side-to-side. He had looked so big. . .and totally wonderful. The temptation to bite his enticing, tight rear had been powerful, despite the fact that she would absolutely die if he tried anything more, especially after keeping her up most of the night.
Though to be fair, she’d done her part to return the favor. During the last round, she had pushed and held him down on the bed as her mouth traveled over him. Walter had seemed very appreciative. In fact, Walter had taken it as an invitation to repay her in kind. He had obviously not been very practiced, but he certainly got an ‘A’ for effort, and for being a quick study with an open mind.
“All right. Stop ringing, I heard you. I’m just not interested in answering today,” she exclaimed, when someone pressed on the doorbell until it rang and rang and rang. She had always hated the sound of the doorbell, but it had never been important enough for her to consider replacing it—until now.
Padding to reluctantly check who it was, Jane looked down at her bare feet, crumpled shorts, and t-shirt, shrugging at how much worse for wear they looked after spending the night in wadded up heaps on the floor. Walter had not been gentle when he’d finally divested her of all her clothing. Figuring it was a neighbor, or a random salesperson breaking her neighborhood’s no solicitation rule, she decided not to care about her appearance as she yanked opened the door.
She was shocked to see Nathan Waterfield smiling back at her.
“I see some things never change,” Nathan said, his gaze sweeping over the ratty, disheveled clothes he’d seen Jane in a million times. “No matter how much money you make, you still love wearing your damn grungy clothes from college. Are you ever going to grow up, Janey?”
“Whatever you’re selling, I don’t want any,” Jane said as coldly she could. Her ex-husband was still a handsome bastard—operative descriptor being ‘bastard’. Her gaze swept him looking for residual lust inside her while she did so. Gratefully finding none, her newfound immunity to his polished chino allure brought a smile to her face. She could thank Walter for that. One night with Walter Graham had reset her sexual expectations.
“That’s a pretty intense sta
re, Jane. Seeing anything you like?” Nathan asked.
“No. Not anymore,” Jane said firmly. “What do you want, Nathan?” She was irritated more when he just laughed at her question as he stared back at her.
“If I said ‘you”, would you invite me in for coffee?” Nathan asked.
“No. The only man getting coffee from me today is the one still sleeping upstairs in my bed,” Jane said. “I’m one of those boring monogamous types, remember?”
“I never once said you were boring.” Nathan put a hand over his mouth, but pulled it away to reveal the smile he’d been trying to not have over her lie. “Jane, if you’re going to make up a story like that, you ought to at least comb your hair and put on some decent clothes. No man is going sleep with you looking like that.”
Jane’s hands fisted on her hips. “Looking like what?” she demanded.
Then she noticed Nathan’s gaze had lifted to stare in shock over her shoulder. A bare-chested Walter with his jeans barely zipped padded lightly down the stairs. While her heart practically skidded to a stop in her chest at the sight of him, the rest of her revved up. Memories of last night had to be on her face because a fast forwarded movie version of them ran through her head, dampening the clothes she wore. When Walter walked to stand beside her, she met his sleepy gaze, everything in her melting at how incredibly appealing he looked after last night. Anger over Nathan’s insults slipped away.
“Good morning,” Walter said softly, keeping his attention deliberately on Jane.
“Good morning back. Did you sleep well?” Jane asked.
“Well enough, until I woke up and missed you,” Walter answered.
Shifting his attention, he turned to the no longer smiling well-dressed jackass who he’d heard insulting Jane as he came down the stairs. He was glad now that in his hurry to find Jane he’d been too panicked to look for his shirt.
“Hello. I’m Walter Graham. You must be the ex-husband who cheated on Jane,” he said. “Seriously bad move, dude.”
“Walter. . .no need for male posturing this morning,” Jane said sternly, patting his muscled nakedness with what felt like joy. “Nathan’s not worth the waste of your breath.”
But it was hard for her not to be secretly pleased. Nathan’s jaw had dropped at the first sight of Walter’s stunningly muscled chest gleaming in the Virginia sunlight pouring through her still open door. Last night, she had happily discovered Walter’s chest was covered lightly with blond hair across his pecs. The hair added at least a couple years to his age, helping her to accept that it was a man—and not a boy—who had only let her sleep a few hours last night.
Over the last couple of months, Nathan had been dropping by unexpectedly and acting elated to see her. Watching his angry gaze on Walter now, it was the first time she actually got what her father had been trying to tell her. Nathan had truly thought she’d one day take him back. Walter’s presence was shooting that possibility down. Good, she decided. It was about time Nathan realized it was over. It had been over for her long before she’d found the final woman in bed with him.
Walter grinned down at Jane. Obviously, she didn’t want his help dealing with her ex. That was just too damn bad though, because he wasn’t about to let some jerk from her past make her feel unattractive. It had taken him most of the night to get Jane’s clothes off. Her lack of confidence where her body was concerned had bothered him, but he hadn’t been able to bring himself to ask her any questions about it. This morning though, he wasn’t about to let her ex dropping by unexpectedly take away the ground he’d gained.
Centering his full attention on her, Walter lifted a hand to Jane’s hair and smoothed it down, bending into her for a chaste, but grateful kiss for all they had shared. “Okay, I can take a hint. You’re independent and want to deal with this yourself. When you’re done verbally castrating your ex-husband, meet me in the kitchen. I don’t drink coffee because caffeine wires me too tight. Ice water is good enough for me. You look amazing this morning. It’s all I can do not to drag you back upstairs.”
Walter turned away without a goodbye to Nathan Waterfield. He walked slowly to the kitchen, hiking his jeans up and fastening them on the way, exaggerating the action for Waterfield’s sake. He might not have had much game in getting women into bed in his life. He’d be damned though if he let some conceited ass ruin his morning after happiness with the most amazing woman he had managed to get there.
When Walter had disappeared around the corner, Jane turned her gaze back to Nathan. “I need to go. I want to make Walter breakfast. We haven’t eaten today.”
“But it’s almost one,” Nathan said.
“Yes. So?” Jane asked. “As you can tell, we just got up.”
“Jane, he’s a kid,” Nathan said.
Jane snorted. “No—he’s not. He’s young, but he’s not a kid. And yes, I know I look like I could be his mother. If you’re not going to offer anything original to all the running commentary in my own head, mind your own damn business. I’m sure you’ve dated women much younger than twenty-six.”
“Twenty-six? Holy shit, Jane,” Nathan said.
“Well, actually. . .I’m twenty-seven. I met Jane on my birthday a couple months ago,” Walter said, lounging in the doorway of the room next to the foyer as he sipped his water.
“You’re twenty-seven?” Jane asked, surprised.
Walter nodded solemnly, but his eyes were dancing. “Yes. So you see all those worries you had about our age difference were for nothing. I’m a whole year older than you thought.”
Jane snorted, then gave up and belly laughed, letting the horsey one freely escape. Walter had heard every sound she knew how to make last night anyway. What secrets did she have left from him? “I still look like I could be your mother, Walter.”
Walter grinned at her barely lecturing tone. Yeah. . .he should have known extraordinary sex wasn’t going to be the only hurdle to wrestling the age difference demon. “You as my mother? Not in any reality I participate in. In my reality, we’re a perfect match of equals. We were certainly equals last night.”
Nathan’s soft swearing brought her attention back to him. “Jane, you always thought I was using you. You never believed me no matter what I said. Better ask yourself what this kid wants from you. I know his kind.”
Jane tilted her head at Nathan’s glare at Walter. His kind? Even if Walter was cut from the same cheating cloth as Nathan, at least the younger man made her feel incredibly beautiful and desired. That was more than any other man had managed, especially the handsome bastard in her doorway. For the moment, she was content to let that be enough.
“You don’t know anything about me or Walter. After last night, Walter can have whatever he wants from me. So put your advice somewhere the sun doesn’t shine, Nathan. Take a hike and don’t come back to my house uninvited,” Jane ordered. “Next time, I’ll be taking out a restraining order.”
“But what about. . .”
Jane slammed the door in Nathan’s handsome face cutting off the rest of his speech. The steel frame rattled loudly as it shut out the man who had been unfaithful to her for the last half of their marriage.
“Guess I’m still kind of mad at him for cheating on me,” she said, noticing Walter’s gaze was intensely studying her face.
“Not surprising. You should be mad at him for never taking care of his eyesight problems,” Walter said, liking her smile when she got his reference to how she was dressed.
He stood completely still when a still smiling Jane walked to him and touched his arm.
“There are some men a woman will never regret. You’re one of those, Walter. I’ll never be sorry that I said yes to you last night. You reminded me over and over how good it can feel to be sexual, and to give and get. You’re an amazing lover. Don’t ever change,” Jane said.
She rubbed his arm for her own pleasure before dropping her hand away.
“Now you may not need coffee but I do. Come to the kitchen and I’ll make us some breakfast—lu
nch—or whatever meal this should be.”
Walter laughed as he followed her. What time was it? He hadn’t even checked. “Can I come back and stay tonight?”
Jane shook her head as she poured herself a cup of coffee, sipping the rich brown elixir and sniffing the fragrant steam. “Judging from how I feel this morning—I mean afternoon—I’m definitely going to be out of commission for a few days. You probably haven’t been in a relationship long enough to understand a woman’s occasional need for hot pads and foot rubs instead of wild monkey sex.”
Walter put down his water glass. “Not really—no. If I got to sleep beside you again after the foot rub though, I think it would probably be worth the torture. We had more sex last night than I’ve had in the last year altogether. So I’ll probably be okay for a while if that’s your concern.”
Jane sighed and put down her cup. She turned and leaned her forehead against Walter’s incredible chest. “You could have a night like last night with any woman you wanted any time you were willing. Imagination and enthusiasm are your greatest assets between the sheets, Walter. Your positive approach to lovemaking exceeds what I have found with any man before you, even Nathan in the early years before the other women.”
Walter grinned at the clock on the wall across from him before dropping his gaze to the top of Jane’s head. It still surprised him that they had stayed in bed for over twelve hours. It hadn’t felt half that long and he wanted like a zillion more.
He brought his hands to Jane’s waist slipping them easily up under her shirt to cup her still naked breasts. The intimacy of the moment combined with her groan of pleasure and tightened his jeans instantly. This was what he’d been looking for, but had never found with anyone else.
“Jane, look at me.”
Walter smiled softly when she did. In her eyes was an innocence and a plea for him not to hurt her. How could she not know that he’d cut off an arm first?
“I know I’m not allowed to say the ‘m’ word or even the ‘l’ word, but you at least have to let me say the ‘w’ word,” Walter said.
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