“The hotel,” I replied. For once I wasn’t up for a culinary adventure. The seafood the other night had been divine. Right now, I just wanted to be close to my bed though.
Jeff changed, we got our things and Jeff told the bodyguards he’d be with me and they could meet me at the hotel room in an hour or so. He had one stationed outside my room at all times and following me when I wasn’t on set. All this did make me feel safe.
Jeff drove me back in his rental car. It was a convertible. I relaxed and let the wind play with my hair as the sun set over the ocean. There was no reason I couldn’t enjoy this luxury at least!
“What did you want to talk about?” Jeff asked.
I sighed. Clearly, I couldn’t enjoy that luxury after all.
“Listen, I had one of the best nights of my life with you. It was great. Wonderful. Out of this world. And I like you. Really like you, but because of that, I want to wait. Bill needs to settle down. I’m unraveling over fifteen years of marriage. I need that to, well, settle. And I don’t know where my acting career is going. Everything’s up in the air. I just need to…breathe.”
“Hey, it’s OK. We said we’d take it slow. It’s intense now because we see each other every day. Here, let me stop the car.”
He drove off into a small road that led, seemingly, into the middle of nowhere. After a few meters he pulled over and stopped underneath some palm trees. The night was eerily quiet out here, save from the sound of cicadas.
Jeff turned to me.
“As I said, things are intense now. When we get back to L.A. in a bit over a week, things will slow down. We won’t see each other every day. You’ll have time for soul searching. If the new film you’re doing is on location somewhere, I’ll just come visit once a week. Your schedule is probably insane, but you’ll have time, Pat, I promise.”
The sun had now set and I could just about make out Jeff’s features, but I could still see the intensity in his eyes — he meant every word.
At that moment I didn’t feel like fighting. I didn’t have the strength. I was tired and maybe Jeff was right. Everything felt like a mess where I didn’t know up from down. Soon I’d travel, I’d be somewhere else, so yes, maybe Jeff was right. Maybe I was overreacting.
“OK,” I said.
“OK? Just like that?”
“Yeah. I’m too tired, Jeff. I don’t know. Maybe you’re right, maybe you’re not. I just don’t know.”
Jeff smiled.
“But I do know. We’re right for each other, Pat. I can feel it.”
And then he leaned over and kissed me. Gently. Carefully.
It made me melt. Feeling him care for me like that. And it made me want him. Badly.
The gentle kiss soon turned demanding, because I made it demanding. I could feel the heat growing between us. His hands unfastened our seatbelt and then he pushed his seat back and motioned for me to climb over to his lap.
I straddled him. I could feel how hard he was. I was just wearing a skirt, that was now hiked up over my hips and he was wearing thin shorts.
“I really want you, Pat, but are you sure you’re OK about this?” He asked.
“I’m sure,” I replied. Then I let my tongue travel down from his mouth to his neck and ears. He tasted of salt and that undefinable taste that was just him. Jeff.
“Have you ever done it in a car?” He asked.
“Not a convertible with the top off,” I said.
“Wanna do it?”
As a reply, I tugged his t-shirt over his head. Then I let my hands travel over his ripped body. His muscles were reacting to my touch and he squirmed from desire.
His hands traveled to between my legs. Stroking. Gentle, circular movements. Teasing. Then harder. I rubbed myself against him. I felt like I could never get enough of his touch. I needed this, needed him.
“Oh, Jeff,” I mumbled.
In response, he unbuttoned his shorts, then moved my panties to the side so he could enter. He was so hard for me. And it turned me on badly.
As I rode him he moaned, his hands traveling up underneath my shirt, cupping my breasts, his mouth against mine.
I had never been kissed with such untamed desire. I felt like his lips were tearing me apart, at the same time as my insides were coming apart for him; opening up to his hardness.
Waves of passion shook my body. I was getting closer and closer to climax and I could feel Jeff was as well.
“I’m gonna come for you so hard now Pat,,” he panted.
“Yes, yes, come for me,” I cried and then we both came underneath the starry sky, bodies trembling from lust and passion.
