But she liked this one.
Really liked this one, and, no, maybe they weren’t going anywhere, maybe it was just all a bit much for him, she was a mother to one year old after all, but that he was here, that at this hour of the morning he stood at her door, when sensible shift workers should be firmly asleep, proved the undeniable attraction.
‘I just wanted to say that I am really sorry and that it won’t happen again. There’ll be no more inappropriateness.’
‘And it won’t happen again at this end,’ Jasmine said. ‘Nothing inappropriate …’
Jed nodded and turned to go, except she didn’t want him to. She was tired of running from the past, tired of saving for the future—she just wanted a little bit of living for now.
‘At least, not at work.’
And for two years Jed had kept things separate. Despite some temptations, he had kept fiercely to his rule.
But Jed’s rules had never been tested at this level.
Had they not kissed yesterday he might have been able to walk away.
Had he not tasted lips that were exactly suited to his, he might have headed back to the beach and then home.
But more than that, her blush and eye roll and ‘sorry’ last night, her total lack of pursuit or demands meant more to Jed than Jasmine could possibly know.
Bottom line?
They wanted each other.
Not a little bit of want, it was a morning after a sleepless nights want. It was twenty-five hours since yesterday’s kiss and for twenty-five hours it had been on both of their minds.
He walked into the hallway and his mouth met hers.
And his chin was even rougher than yesterday.
And yesterday, though their kiss had been fierce it had been tempered on both sides with bitter restraint.
But now they could have what they wanted.
Each other.
For now, at least, it could be as simple as that.
She didn’t care that he was damp from running. He smelt fresh and male and she knew what was under that T-shirt, and as she pulled it up and over his head she didn’t just get to glimpse, she got to feel, and, no, he wasn’t annoyed at the intrusion this time.
He tugged at her dressing gown as his mouth was everywhere—on her lips, on her neck and on her breasts. Meanwhile, she pulled at his shorts, because he was pressed so hard into her, and they pulled apart just enough to get to the bedroom—they weren’t in the treatment room now and they quickly celebrated the fact.
She wanted to see what she had felt and she manoeuvred his shorts and all things unnecessary and he kicked off his running shoes and stepped out of them and they were naked in seconds, and seconds from impact.
‘Condoms.’ She was on the floor, going through his shorts.
‘I don’t run with them.’ Jed laughed.
She was at eye level with his crotch as she knelt up and pressed her lips to him, pleased with a brief taste. Too selfish to continue, she dashed to her tiny bathroom and pulled the cupboard under the sink apart for condoms that were somewhere in a box she hadn’t sorted in ages.
She was uncaring as Jed watched her bottom sticking up as she searched in the cupboard and her breasts jiggling as she turned round and it was safer that he go back into the bedroom.
Oh, my.
It was all Jasmine could think as she walked back towards him, because he was better than anything she had fashioned in her mind. He was incredibly fit and toned. She should have been shy as she walked over, but shy was the furthest thing from her mind and anyway, he didn’t wait for her to finish walking—both of them were happy to collide.
He was just so into her body, so wanting, and he didn’t need to worry about speed or things moving too quickly for her because as his hands slid between her thighs and met her heat she was moaning and he was pushing her onto the bed, with Jasmine wondering where her inhibitions had gone.
She had hundreds of them, Jasmine reminded herself as he knelt over her and examined every inch of her, his eyes greedy with want.
A telephone book full of them.
Or she had, but they had just all disappeared today.
It was almost impossible to tear the packet for him.
And she found herself licking her lips as he slid it on.
She had never had sex like it.
She had never felt less mechanical in her life.
Thought had been replaced by pure sensation.
Him, she thought as he got back to kissing her.
Her, he thought as he reclaimed her mouth.
And then the power that remained sort of fused into one.
His fingers were there and she was wet and warm and wanted this just as much as he did.
‘First time since …’ She sort of braced herself and he held back and took a moment to not be selfish, even if she wanted him to be. Instead, he slid deeper into her with fingers that were skilled and frantic, and she left it to him, because he knew what he was doing. If they were quick it was mutual, if they were fast it was with begging consent.
Even with much preparation she was incredibly tense when the moment came and she willed him to ignore her. Slowly he pushed in, and she stretched and resisted and then stretched again, and he gave her a moment of stillness to get used to him inside.
Well, not really a moment because he knew he only had a few left in him but Jed left it for her to initiate movement, felt the squeeze and the pull on him as she tested herself as she moved herself up and down his long length.
Just when she thought she had adjusted, just when she pulled him in, he beat her to it and drove into her, and she met him and then he did it again and she tried to trip into his rhythm, except he was so hard and fast now it was bliss to not try, to simply let him, only it wasn’t a passive response, it was more trusting.
Jed could hear Jasmine’s moans and her urging, and he wished for a second she’d be quiet, because it made it impossible for Jed not to come, except she was starting to. He felt the lift of her hips and the arch of her into him, the feel of a slow uncurling from the inside, reluctant almost to give in to him, and then as he moaned his release she shattered.
She did, she just gave in in a way she never had, felt and delivered deeper than she ever had, and found out in that moment how much of herself she had always held back, the intensity fusing them for a moment in absolute bliss.
She lay there trying to get her breath back as he rested on top of her, and still they were one as reality slowly started to intrude.
She wasn’t ready for a relationship.
He’d sworn to not get involved with someone from work.
Penny.
Promotion.
Simon.
Single mum.
Simultaneously the real world flooded its lights onto them and they both turned looked at each other for a long moment.
‘Well,’ Jasmine said. ‘We must have both needed that.’
He laughed, actually laughed on the inside too as he had when she had mouthed ‘sorry’, and the doubts that had started hushed.
And they hushed some more as they lay in bed and drank Vanessa’s sparkling wine that hadn’t even had time to cool, and they congratulated each other on how fantastic that had been, rather than trying to work out