Completely enamored by Mac’s attention, Jan lived from one date to the next. After a frantic week, she could hardly wait to see him on Sunday. She reveled in his attention, which did wonders at erasing the soul-destroying years of Robert’s disregard. In addition to the fact that Mac treated her as if she were the only woman on the planet, the envying looks she received from other women always sent her confidence soaring. They never failed to give her a wicked sense of satisfaction. Mac loved that she had her own business and made her own money, even though he always insisted on paying for everything when we went out together.
Unlike Robert, her independence didn’t threaten him. If Mac had an ulterior motive in choosing her, Jan couldn’t imagine what it was, since she wasn’t a wealthy divorcee or a cougar on the prowl. Still Valerie’s qualms about her new relationship constantly echoed in her head. Was she being foolish?
Their low-key evening consisted of devouring the party leftovers and watching Dwayne Johnson’s latest action flick. When it ended, Jan put on some music, and they moved to the kitchen where she prepared the coffeemaker and took two of her special mugs from the cabinet.
“Those are unusual coffee cups.” Mac took the modern design ceramic mug from her hand and gave it a 360-degree turn so he could examine it from all sides. “Where’d you find them?”
“On a gourmet foods web site. Different aren’t they?”
“I have a weakness for classy, unusual things. I guess that’s why I’m so attracted to you.” His gaze locked with hers, and she felt as if she’d stuck her finger into an electrical outlet. “You’re an incredible woman, Jan.”
“You’re pretty incredible yourself.”
“So, what am I going to do with you?” He ran a finger from her earlobe down her neck to the lacy trim of her bra peeking out above the edge of the tank top she wore.
Jan’s breath quickened. “I don’t know. You tell me.”
Mac lifted her chin with one finger. “All I could think about since Friday was being with you tonight.” He kissed a trail down her neck and nipped her collarbone with his teeth.
Jan grabbed the table edge to steady her desire-weakened legs. Never in her life had she experienced such a head spinning sensation, and she shivered at the power of her own driving need.
“I want to make love to you, Jan.” Mac’s breath was warm and moist against her face. “I want to know what it’s like to touch you, taste you and to be inside you.”
Engulfed by overpowering need, without a word she took his hand and pulled him down the hall to her bedroom.
Mac’s slow, intentional foreplay confirmed how much he wanted to please her. The ecstasy she had been denied for so long welled up inside, and she willingly surrendered to his masterful seduction. Passionate yet controlled, Mac took his time and brought her to an awesome, shuddering conclusion. A dam deep inside her burst, and the river it restrained overflowed its banks carrying her along on a dizzying rhythmic wave. Only after she exploded with screams of delight did he allow himself to climax. They lay in each other’s arms until he was ready again and replayed the whole delicious scene. Jan fell asleep recalling how her desire had gradually disappeared from years of utterly predictable sex with Robert. Their bedroom interludes had been–quick, silent and devoid of fervor. Now she was afraid Mac might just have awakened a fire inside her that couldn’t be quenched.