Chapter 10

Author's Note: Warning, this chapter contains MATURE content.


   I drove over to Jonathan's house Sunday afternoon. When he had called me the night before to discuss what we'd do on Sunday, we decided to just have lunch at his place and hang out there. Of course, there was no way I'd pass up the chance to sample more of his home cooking. I could smell the delicious aroma as he opened to door to greet me.

    "Hi, beautiful." Jonathan smiled as he leaned in to place a kiss on my cheek.

    I breathed deeply, "Ummm...something smells good."

    He chuckled as he closed the door, "Lunch is ready. I thought we'd enjoy it out on the balcony. It's a really nice day for it."

    I grinned as I closed the distance between us and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, "Can I have an appetizer first?"

    He replied with a smirk before lowering his lips to mine. I gave him immediate access to my mouth and he accepted the invitation. As his tongue swept over mine, I groaned softly. There was something addicting about kissing Jonathan. Briefly, I realized Mark had never kissed me like this, he'd never made me feel like this.

     Every time I kissed Jonathan, my knees grew weak, my stomach did these flips, and he left me wanting more. As he slowly pulled away from me, I wondered if he'd already ruined me for anyone else. Then he slid his fingers over my cheek in a soft caress, gracing me with a shy smile and I knew I hoped that he had.

    He slid his hand into mine, "C'mon, let's serve ourselves and go sit outside."

    I nodded and let him lead me into the kitchen. He handed me a plate with a sandwich and what looked like shriveled potato slices and a glass for my drink. Once he got his own plate and glass, we walked out to the balcony. We sat down and Jonathan poured the lemonade that was waiting on the table into our glasses.

    I grinned, "Did you make the lemonade too?"

    He laughed, "Well, I mixed the concentrate with water like the instructions on the can said to, so I guess that counts as making lemonade, right?"

    I rolled my eyes, "And here I thought I was going to be treated to a real meal."

    "The food is real, but I didn't have enough time to run to the store for some lemons, so the concentrated kind will have to do this time."

    I nodded and inspected the potatoes. Jonathan laughed as he watched me poking at them. "How did you make these?" I asked curiously.

    "It's really not that hard. You peel the potato, slice it to get the round chips, then put them in a pan with a thin layer of oil. Then you just turn them over from time to time so that each side browns evenly."

    "Hmm...so is this how potato chips were originally made?"

    He shrugged, "Could be. All I know is what I learn from my brother, which is the cooking part, but he doesn't tell me if there's a history behind them."

    I bit into one of the chips and smiled, "Oh, this is great. Lots of flavor, and not salty."

    "Yeah, doesn't it seem like potato chips these days are nothing but salt."

    I laughed at that and nodded my agreement.

    Jonathan went on to describe the sandwiches he'd made. Lightly toasted bread held grilled chicken, lettuce, tomatoes, and Darryl's special sauce between them. When I asked what was in the sauce, Jonathan couldn't tell me since Darryl wouldn't divulge his secret ingredients. Jonathan explained that Darryl had made a sandwich for him one day and when Jonathan had asked what was in the sauce, Darryl only said he'd make it for Jonathan to have some of his own, but he wouldn't share his recipe with him.

     So, Jonathan usually got a jar of the sauce once a month from Darryl. The sauce actually tasted somewhat like honey mustard, yet it seemed sweeter than most of the other brands I had ever tasted and it didn't leave an aftertaste. The sauce seemed to mostly enhance the flavor of the sandwich rather than just leaving the impression of mustard on the bread. All in all, it was a really good sandwich.

    After we finished eating, we continued to sit outside and talk for a while. I told Jonathan that Sarah had called me about an hour after he'd called me the night before and had given him her seal of approval. Sarah liked Jonathan.

     She told me she liked how comfortable he'd made her feel because she'd actually been kind of nervous to meet him since he was David Parker's son. Even when she knew that he would be different because of everything I'd told her, she'd still been a little awe struck, but Jonathan had quickly made her feel comfortable and she'd liked how friendly, funny, and polite he was.

     She kept repeating that Jonathan was definitely a good-looking guy and a keeper. Did she mention he was a keeper? Yes, she had, over and over again making sure it had been drilled into my head.

     Honestly, I couldn't agree with her more. Jonathan was a good guy. He knew who he was and when others were around him, they knew too. Jonathan didn't put on masks, he didn't fake anything. That's what I liked most about him, his honesty and his ability to enjoy life as it was.

    "So, she liked me huh?" At my nod, he added, "She really, really liked me."

    I looked at him with an arched eyebrow, "Hey! Don't get any ideas there, Mr. I'm an ex-model!"

    "And just what kind of ideas do you think I'm getting?" he asked as he leaned over, resting his elbows on the table.

    "I don't know, ideas of flirting with her like you used to do with those girls when you did model. Or maybe you're just letting your ego swell because another female has fallen victim to your charms."

    "You think? How do you know I'm thinking of that? For all you know, I could be thinking of using her approval of me to get something else I want."

    I gave Jonathan a puzzled look, "Using Sarah to get what you want?"

    He nodded.

    "What would you use her to get?"

    That trademark smirk flashed across his lips, "You."

    I stared at him for a moment before I started giggling. "Jonathan, you don't have to do that!"

    He frowned, "Why is that funny?"

    I shook my head slowly before getting out of my chair, "You don't have to use Sarah to get to me, Jonathan." I made my way around the table and took his hands in mine.

     As I lowered myself into his lap I continued, "You don't have to use her because you already have me." And with those words, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and took his lips into mine.

    We stumbled into his bedroom, mouths and hands roaming over every piece of skin we could get to. I knew he hadn't had any expectations for that day, and I hadn't gone there thinking we'd do anything either. But neither of us tried to stop the other as things had gotten heated in the chair on the balcony. Before I could start peeling his shirt off, he'd lifted me into his arms, wrapped my legs around his waist, and walked towards the bedroom doors with me attached to him.

    Once inside the bedroom, he lowered me to my feet and I hastily proceeded to peel his clothes off of him. Suddenly, I just couldn't get close enough to him. I wanted to feel all of him, his mouth, his hands, his body. Jonathan was undressing me as fast as I was undressing him, all the while we never stopped kissing and touching each other. I growled when I got to his belt because it wasn't cooperating with me.

    He groaned as I jerked at the belt, "God, Alex..."

    "Get it off Jonathan, get it off now." I growled.

    He let go of me to undo his belt. I fell back onto the bed and watched as he finished divesting himself of all his clothes. As he straightened up, I let my eyes wander over every inch of skin. He was gorgeous and I was suddenly awed that he'd chosen to share himself with me. He gave me a sultry smile as he leaned over me and took my lips in his again. As we kissed, we inched ourselves higher onto the bed until I could feel the entire length of his body pressing mine down into the mattress.

    I let out a sigh, "I missed you so much, Jonathan."

    He pressed kisses along my collarbone, "I missed you too beautiful."

    I closed my eyes and gave myself up to the feel of his mouth and hands caressing my body. Jonathan was a thorough lover. He didn't leave an inch of my skin untouched. By the time I could feel his warm breath between my legs, I was quivering in need.

     "Jonathan, please."

    He didn't say a word, just slid his tongue over my folds before slowly pressing against my nub. I hissed in pleasure as he began to nibble at the tender skin. As he slid two fingers inside of me, my hips bucked and I cried out his name, "Jonathan! Yes! Oh, yes!"

    Jonathan continued to pleasure me until I exploded in a shower of sparks. I heard him moan as he lapped up my ecstasy. As my body shuddered, he slowly made his way up my body, stopping to sample my breasts. He nuzzled, then licked a nipple before taking it into his mouth and suckling gently. I whimpered, curling my fingers into his hair to hold him there. He continued to lave at the nipple before turning his attention to the other one and repeating the action.

    His treatment of my breasts had me trembling all over again. I could feel another orgasm coming on and as I heard him moan against my breast, "mmm, Alex, you taste so sweet baby," I let go, gasping his name as my release washed over me. Jonathan continued to nuzzle my breasts for a few more moments before kissing his way back to my lips.

    As his lips covered mine, so did his body. I arched my back, pressing my chest into his and spreading my legs to accommodate his hips between my thighs. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist. My hands slid down his back, pressing him closer to me as I lifted my hips, grinding them into his. He groaned as he came into contact with my heat. I arched higher, trying to take him into my body, but Jonathan lifted himself off of me.

    I frowned up at him, "Jonathan? Why are you stopping?"

    He leaned over to kiss my forehead before reaching over to the nightstand to retrieve a condom. My eyes widened as I realized I had forgotten all about protection in the heat of my passion. I watched as Jonathan tore the package open before reaching out to take his hand.

     When he looked at me I asked, "Can I do this?"

    At his nod, I took the package, removed the condom, and slowly placed it on him. As I did, I marveled at the way he felt in my hand. Silky smooth skin, over thick hardness. It was a strange combination, but I rather liked the feeling. He let me take my time, kneeling there on the bed. I slid my fingers over his hardness, getting used to it and committing the way he felt to memory.

    As my fingers traveled lower, he groaned, "Baby, I don't know how much more of this I can take."

    I nodded and leaned in to kiss his navel before I lay on my back and reached for him. As he lowered his body to mine, I spread my legs again and lifted my hips to meet his. He slid inside of me with a groan which matched my own. I wrapped my legs around his and slid my hands down to cup his ass. That only made him groan some more as he began thrusting into me.

     Throwing my head back, I met him thrust for thrust. I knew he wasn't going to last long, but neither was I. I was still sensitive from what Jonathan had already done to me.

    "Beautiful," he gasped, "I'm so close, Alex."

    "So am I, Jonathan," I panted.

     And two strokes later I was there. Jonathan came as I clenched his ass and screamed his name. Through the explosion of stars in my head, I vaguely heard my name being shouted.

    I seemed to have blanked out because the next thing I felt was Jonathan's hard breathing against my neck as the weight of his body rested over mine. His heart seemed to be pounding in time to mine as our chests pressed against each others. I felt weak, exhausted, and the happiest I've ever felt in my life.

    Jonathan rolled off of me, disposed of the condom, and then quickly gathered me up into his arms. I sighed in contentment as I settled my cheek against his chest. I lay there with my eyes closed, listening to his heartbeat and his breathing returning to normal, just as mine was. I could feel his hand stroking my hair.

    "Alex?" he whispered.

    "Mmmm?"

    "I love you." My eyes snapped open as he paused before going on, "I just wanted you to know. I've loved you from the moment you took the chance and went out with me to Harvey's that first night."

    I smiled at that.

    His fingers went back to stroking my hair. "You've made me realize what it is I've been searching for. And now I know what I want."

    I lifted my head to look into his eyes, "What do you want, Jonathan?"

    He smiled as his fingers traced my jaw, "I want to make you happy. I want to spend my life making you smile."

    I stared at him, as he brushed the hair behind my ears, "Jonathan, I..."

    He placed a finger against my lips, "It's okay. You don't have to say anything. I just wanted you to know how I feel, that's all."

    I nodded.

    He gave me a gentle smile before wrapping me in his arms again and holding me close to him. As I lay there against his chest, I thought of what he'd just revealed to me. Jonathan told me he loved me. He had loved me from the first time we'd been together.

     How was it even possible to love someone you had only just met? Someone you didn't even know yet. But as I lay there, I realized that it was possible.

     It was possible because I was feeling the same things. That was why I was willing to give Jonathan the chance to explain why he'd kept secrets from me. My heart was telling me to listen, to take the chance on him. My heart had known from the moment I'd met him that it was possible to fall in love at first sight.