Page 110 of Love & Other Disasters

“We’ll figure it out,” he said, looking for a way to alleviate her fears. “You’re right, I need to be there now. But it’s not a permanent situation. Until I move back, I’ll come see you on some weekends, and you can come up to Glencoe on others. All I know, is that I don’t want to give up on us. I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”

Violet smiled. “You want to move back?”

“This is where you are.” He’d happily deal with the heat and humidity to be with Violet.

She scooted across the bed and curled up to his side, and he put an arm around her and pulled her tight.

“I just want you to be happy,” he whispered.

“I am,” she said into his chest, running her fingertips along his abdominals. Her touch sending his body into overdrive.

He’d spent extra time working out over the summer. He needed her to want him. The way her gaze slid across his bare chest clued him in that she liked his body. Her hand repeatedly slid over his chest and down low on his belly to the waistband of his shorts. His breath hitched. He stayed still, letting her set the pace for whatever would happen. Her fingers teased the waistband of his shorts but didn’t dip inside.

“You’re teasing me,” he breathed.

Violet giggled. “It’s called building anticipation.” She pushed up and kissed him. Their lips touched, and he threaded his fingers through her hair and held on, pressing into her softness.

“I’ve been fantasizing about you for months; not sure I can handle much more anticipation,” J.P. whispered, then kissed her, this time plundering her mouth with his tongue. Determined to touch and taste as much of her as he could, his hands caressed her body, gliding over her smooth skin. Leaving tomorrow was sheer torture, that he tried not to entertain.

He’d take solace in that they were in a relationship and would talk to each other every day. Before his planning brain could take over, her hand slipped into the waistband of his shorts and all thoughts left. J.P. reached for Violet, but she wouldn’t let him.

“Not yet,” she said, playfully, then slipped his shorts down his hips.

“Vi,” his breath ragged, “I want to touch you.”

“Nope,” she tossed his shorts to the side. “I’m not done with you, yet.”

And then Violet did something she hadn’t before, she took him into her mouth. He tried to watch her, but his eyes rolled back as the sensations shot through him.

As soon as he regained his senses, he freed Violet from her nightgown and returned the favor until she’d cried out his name twice. The sounds of her pleasure stirred his body back to life. He slid on a condom and whispered his promises in her ear as they made love.

The next morning, he woke with Violet’s soft body snuggled next to him. He’d missed that. The bed and his life had been lonely the past year without her, and he had to go back to Illinois and sleep alone. They’d figure this out. They had to. He couldn’t bear to not have her in his life.

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