Page 53 of OneTime Lovers
Scott:Where are you?
Jasmine:At home.
Scott:With Lily?
Jasmine:No, alone.
Scott:I’m on my way.
I nearly cry with relief. Thank God, I tell myself, even though a part of me wishes Scott didn’t have to see me have another meltdown over a storm. To be honest at this point I don’t care who sees me. I don’t want to be alone through this storm.
Then it hits me, how the hell is Scott going to get to me. It’s not safe for Scott to be out in the storm. I know he’s only two blocks away, but the news anchor said only moments ago, nobody should be out in this. I send another text.
Jasmine:Please be careful.
Suddenly, I’m no longer thinking about me sitting here relatively safe inside my apartment having a panic attack, instead I’m worrying about Scott trying to get to me.
I check my cell for the third time in less than five minutes. Trying to estimate how long it will take from Scott’s apartment to mine, walking, running, factoring in the storm. Aargh, I’m driving myself crazy with worry for Scott.
A massive flash of lightning bleeds through the cracks in the closed curtains over the windows, followed moments later by a loud crack of thunder that reverberates through my body. The windows rattling in their frames. Quickly, I hit the remote switching off the TV with its constant stream of alerts then pull the blanket fully over my head. My chest constricts painfully, and my hands are so sweaty I need to wipe them dry on the blanket.
Switching on my cell, the light from the screen provides some small comfort. I jump as a text comes through.
Scott:I’m downstairs can you ask your doorman to let me up.
The relief has me sinking deeper into my sofa as I quickly send a message to the front desk asking them to let Scott come up. I wait huddled under my blanket, listening for the knock at my door, too scared to move till Scott is here.
Minutes later, a faint knock at my door filters through the fluffy fabric over my head. Before I can even take one step from the sofa, another bright flash of lightning has me running to the door, flinging it open, and throwing myself into the tall, warm, wet body of Scott.
“Hey, Jas, it’s okay I’m here now. Come on let’s get inside your apartment,” he soothes as tears of relief stream down my face. I’m so far gone with my panic, I’m not able to move, let alone speak. All I can do is blubber all over him.
Scott doesn’t hesitate to lift me into his arms, kicking the door shut behind him. Then walks me back into the living room, placing me on the sofa. He strips off his wet coat, sits and drags me onto his lap, blanket and all.
Snuggling into his body, I bury my head into his shoulder. Slowly the heat of his body works its magic, calming the freezing fear which had engulfed me. My heart is no longer racing, instead it beats to a different rhythm which has nothing to do with the storm and everything to do with the hard male body my cheek is resting against.
The storm rages on outside my apartment, but the thunder is less loud and the lightning less bright. Finally, I feel safe in Scott’s arms.
“Hey, Jas, are you okay now?” he asks, his head bent low to mine, allowing a whisper of space between his lips and my ear.
I raise my head and cautiously mutter, “I think so.” Peering up at him from beneath my blanket. “Thank you so much for coming, Scott. I was so scared you would be hurt.”
He swipes strands of my hair from my face as he smiles down at me. “Were you worried about me?” He leans down holding my chin between his thumb and forefinger as he touches his soft lips to mine, sending tingles racing up my spine. “I like that.”
I let myself melt into him as his lips caress mine, our tongues exploring tentatively, seeking permission for more as the kiss elevates to the next level. I give myself over to the delicious feelings of lust flooding my body, making me ache for more. Sounds of the storm recede from my conscious mind as I’m overwhelmed by a strong desire to feel Scott’s naked body again, under me, over me, and inside me.
Deep down I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist him. Our bodies together feel too good.
Moving positions I straddle his hips as he inches his hands up over my ribs to explore under my sweatshirt. His large hands cup my braless breasts and I moan into his mouth. I need more so I reach down to remove the sweatshirt which is preventing him full access. He swiftly removes his T-shirt and hoodie in one movement. It is pure heaven as our bare skin touches. Chest to chest.
“I want more,” I gasp out. “I need to feel all of you naked, Scott.” Finally, the power of speech has returned to me, when I need it the most.
“Hop up for a second and you’ll get your wish, sweetheart.”
I jump up eagerly discarding my track pants and panties in about the same time it takes for him to kick his shoes off, remove his jeans and boxer briefs. He reaches for his wallet to pull out a condom, handing it to me before lounging back on my sofa. His legs and arms splayed offering his body to me.
I smile down at him, my eyes running over every inch of his naked body, enjoying the fact that his eyes are checking out every detail of my body, in the same way.
“What now, Jas? You’ve got all the control to do what you want,” he encourages.
