Page 63 of This Time Around
He glanced at me over his shoulder and winked.“Come on.I’ll wash, you dry.”He nodded toward a kitchen towel.
I moved with hesitant steps until I was next to him.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.”He grinned.“Are you?”
What a nutcase.Maybe we both were.“Yeah.Better than.”
“Good.”He handed me the now rinsed bowl.I took it and grabbed the towel.“Then get to work.”
So I did.With Garth Brooks still blaring on my speakers, I went to work with Cooper, drying dishes as he washed, and we didn’t say much, but we didn’t need to.He moved me from a moment of something beautiful and wild to the ordinary without pause.
I liked it.I liked it a lot.
When we were done, he kissed my forehead, said goodnight and I watched him walk back to the guesthouse, that familiar hand flip as he moved past the patio making me smile.I turned to the kitchen counter where he’d just been the first man to give me an orgasm since Joseph’s death.While that familiar pain lingered, no hint of regret had appeared.
A furious heat hit my cheeks.Never, in all my years of dating or being married to Joseph, had we ever done anything as wild as him fingering me in the kitchen.
Perhaps I hadn’t screwed up my first date nearly as much as I originally thought.
