Authors: Linda Francis Lee
Tags: #Women television journalists, #Man-woman relationships, #Single women, #Contemporary, #General, #Romance, #Adult, #Fiction, #Athletes, #Texas, #Love stories
Suddenly Sexy (18 page)
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First thing Saturday morning, Jesse strode into Kate's house like a*Â *
drill sergeant, waking everyone up so he could tell them his new plan.
"Shopping?" Travis and Kate asked in unison.
"You need some new clothes," Jesse told Travis.
At ten sharp, they drove to the Sunland Park Mall. Going from store to
store, Kate sipped a cup of
coffee as they went. But coffee or no, it
quickly became clear that none of them knew what constituted cool
clothes for the junior high set. Thankfully there was a teenage sales
clerk working at one of the stores who was full of advice.
When they finished, Kate didn't mention that Travis looked like an
urban thug, with his crotch down to his knees. She'd never seen the boy
look so happy as he was now in his ill-fitting jeans and gigantic
Nike
trainersâ not sneakers, as she had mistakenly called them. Jesse looked
as happy as his son.
Once newly attired, Travis walked or strutted around the shops. On the
way home, they stopped at the grocery store. Jesse had announced
halfway through their mall excursion that he was going to cook
dinner
that night. When they pulled into the drive, the Jeep loaded with
groceries and cool clothes,
every ounce of darkness that had been in
Jesse's eyes when he had arrived home last evening from Travis's golf
camp was gone.
After Kate put the groceries away, she went out to the guest cottage to
talk to Jesse. The minute she walked in the door, her palms felt moist.
No matter how many times she saw him, he did that to her.
"You were wonderful with Travis today," she said truthfully, her gaze
drifting to his lips.
He smiled a lopsided smile, his hair falling forward, making him look
like an errant schoolboy. "You
were great. Thanks for coming with us."
He took a step toward her, reaching out. But his hand froze when they
heard the back screen door slam.
"Hey!" Travis called, barreling inside. Then he stopped. "Jesse? Kate?"
She blinked and leaped back, her cheeks red-hot with guilty
embarrassment at what she had wanted to do. Let him touch her. Touch
him back.
After one look at them, the boy smiled and nodded knowingly. "Has he
been showing you that putter of his?"
Kate thought she would collapse. Jesse's brows slammed together.
Unperturbed, Travis went straight
over to the club in question and
rummaged up a handful of balls. For the first time she noticed the
makeshift putting course set up around the guest cottage.
"Look at this," Travis announced. Then he proceeded to putt into a soup
can over and over again with astounding accuracy. "I've been
practicing."
Jesse stood there, a grin turning up one corner of his mouth. "I can
tell," he said.
Kate felt amazingly relieved as Jesse and Travis straightened the
putting course made from cans and man-made hazards. Travis had not been
referring to her love products show.
After they putted a few rounds, Jesse suggested they go for a swim.
Travis was all for it. Kate wasn't nearly as enthusiastic. It wasn't
the swimming part that bothered herâthough she couldn't remember the
last time she had actually ventured into the poolâbut rather the idea
of putting on a swimsuit that gave her pause. After the Cowboy Bob
debacle, she had sworn off the ankle weights.
But the next thing she knew she had changed into a one-piece Speedo
that she'd had since the days when she thought she'd get in shape by
swimming laps. When she came out of the house with a towel wrapped
around her torso and secured
under her arms, Jesse whistled.
Kate blushed.
Travis said, "There's that look again."
"What look?" she asked.
Jesse gave a quick shake of his head.
Travis answered anyway. "The one you got when you did that cat
interview."
Jesse groaned. Kate would have returned inside except he caught up to
her and steered her back around just as Travis did a cannonball.
"Oops," Jesse said as she stood there dripping, though there was barely
a trace of repentance on his face. And even less when he tossed her in
the pool.
"I take it that was another accident," she said when she came up for
air.
"Nope, that was on purpose."
For the rest of the afternoon, they swam and played. At dinner, Jesse
and Travis cooked everything. They laughed and joked, and Kate felt a
poignant squeeze that she didn't want to examine when Jesse reached
across the table and ruffled Travis's hair.
The day was idyllic in many ways, at least until much later when Kate
realized that spending hours outside that afternoon had left her with a
sunburn to beat all sunburns.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch," she moaned after she pulled herself out of the bath.
Drying off was more of a patting affair, each touch making her grimace.
Gingerly slipping a robe on over her cotton nightgown, she went to
check on Travis. The boy was sound asleep. The sheets and covers were
half thrown off, half tangled around his ankles, his Spiderman pajamas
too small and so old that
she knew they were something that
he hadn't yet wanted to give up.
She allowed herself to go into the room to straighten the covers. She
adored the boy, but knew better
than to get too attached. He'd be
leaving in the next couple of weeks. Would Jesse still leave then, too?
The thought caught her off guard.
Frantically, she worked to shore up her defenses. He would leave. He
wouldn't stay. She told herself to remember that.
Clicking the door shut, she went to the kitchen. In jeans and a
T-shirt, Jesse stood by the counter,
staring out into the dark yard.
She made no noise, just stood for a while looking at him, taking him in.
After a moment he turned. He didn't say a word at the sight of her but
simply leaned back against the sink, his hands hooked over the edge
behind him. His gaze was at once confused and sensual as his
eyes ran
the length of her.
"You're up late, even for you," he said, his voice both rugged and sexy.
"It's not so late."
The clock in the hall rang the hour. Two in the morning.
"Maybe a little late."
Pushing away, he came toward her. Her heart stilled before it jarred to
a start in her chest. Her pulse leaped and her palms grew moist, and
she was thankful she had worn more than a nightgown.
She couldn't say a word for him to stay where he was, nor could she
bring herself to flee. He didn't stop until he stood before her, his
gaze drifting to her lips, then lower.
Her nipples pulled into tight buds in response to nothing more than his
gaze, taut and aching for him to brush his palms against them as he had
done before.
Reaching out he touched her, his fingertips drifting along her
collarbone, then down her arms, which
made her remember why she wasn't
in bed.
"Ouch."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Ah, more nothings. Did you learn that from Travis?"
Despite herself she smiled. "All right, if you must know, I'm
sunburned."
He stepped back, not far, but enough so that she could breathe. At
least she could until he tugged at the edges of the robe.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice a high-pitched squeak.
"Taking off your robe."
SIXTEEN
"My robe?" she stammered. He answered by pulling the material back,revealing the bright white skin
that ran like a ribbon through the
painful red sunburn. "It's too hot for a robe."
He felt the shiver of desire that raced through her, saw how her hazel
eyes flashed with green fire. Her breath caught and fluttered.
Instinctively, she tried to cover herself when he ran his finger down
the unburned, delicate white skin, his hand drifting lower until he
came to the curve of her breast, safely hidden away beneath her prim
robe.
She was beautiful and innocently vulnerable. With every day that
passed, he wanted her more. His
body ached to find hers. But he wanted
her to trust him, he realized. He felt a nearly unrecognizable
determination to be patient, to woo her.
The thought made a beat of wolfish pleasure pound through him. He'd
always been a man to take what he wanted, when he wanted it. But with
Kate, he wanted to lead her to a place where she could truly accept her
own desire.
Because while one minute she wanted to be free and modern, in the next,
long years of being responsible surged.
It was a battle for her. He understood that. And he would guide her
slowly to what he conceded they were destined to share. Passion, their
bodies.
"Let me see your burn." He claimed her hand, gently running his fingers
over the pulse in her wrist.
"My burn?" she managed, pulling her robe back around her.
He smiled at her. "Yes, your burn. That's all."
She bit her lips, but didn't protest when he tugged her hands away, and
after a second she let them drop. The small gesture was an act of
trust. His chest felt like it would explode with simple pride. It was
amazing what she did to him, how she could wipe everything from his
mind but her.
He felt her tremble when he parted the material again, but there was no
fear, and his pride grew.
Her skin was a mix of flawless pearl juxtaposed with angry red. "I've
seen worse, but it has to hurt. I
have some ointment that will help."
Careful of the burn, he secured her robe, then tugged her out the
back
door and across the pool deck to the guest cottage.
Once inside, she made a point of remaining in the tiny living room when
he let go and continued on into the bathroom. She stood with her robe
tied tight and her arms crossed securely. She heard him rummaging
around in a drawer.
"Where are you?" he called back to her.
"I thought you could bring whatever it is you have out here."
"I'm not going to jump your bones, Kate."
Kate grimaced. "O ye of honeyed words."
When she marched into the bathroom, he didn't respond, only started to
pull the robe away. Out of
habit, her hand leaped to the closure. "I'll
do it," she said.
After a second, he handed over the plastic tube in surrender. "Fine."
She could tell he was trying to help, but he was also showing her that
he would take this at the pace she wantedâas if he had no doubt
whatsoever that indeed they would make love.
The realization made her mad, but it also made sensation surge between
her legs. Whether he stayed or whether he left, more and more she
wondered what she wanted. To take a chance? To stay safe? To wear
caution and virtue like a badge of honor?
She didn't know.
She took the ointment, debated for a moment, then left the cottage,
only to return five minutes later. He hadn't moved an inch.
"Yes?" he asked, his dark hair brushed away from his face, his eyes
filled with a predatory gleam barely masked by a kind patience.
"Well, I can't get it on."
Though she had given it an amazing try. But her attempts had yielded
only marginal success given that it was next to impossible to reach her
back without stretching the very skin that the sunburn made scream
in
pain.
"I'm happy to help you
get it on
."
His smile turned into a teasing grin.
Kate rolled her eyes, though truthfully it was easier to sort through
her feelings for this man when he
was teasing rather than when his dark
gaze smoldered in a way that caused her heart to block her throat,
making it hard to breathe.
Jesse chuckled, pulled her robe away before she realized what he was
doing, and tossed it aside.
Every trace of humor melted away. She became aware of the sheer
nightgown she had worn beneath the sensible cotton. He looked at her
with something she could only term awe. Wariness began to fade beneath
the heat of a traitorously bold pleasure.
He turned her until her back was to him. She trembled in anticipation.
Then all he did was smooth the thick lotion over her shoulders like a
calm professional. But even that felt amazing.
A tinyâshe told herself it was tinyâmoan escaped her lips. Jesse
murmured wordlessly, sliding his
palms along her skin, pushing the
straps of her gown to the side.
She wiggled her shoulders. "Maybe a little more to the left."
This time there was a chuckle mixed with the rugged sensuality of his
touch. But she reasoned that a girl needed a little attention now and
again, and while in the guise of a sunburn rub, what could it hurt? She
half believed herself. The minute it turned to something else, she'd
put a stop to things.
Though more and more she began to wonder why she had thought her no-sex
rule was such a good idea. All he had to do was look at her for her
limbs to go weak and a strange staccato dance to start up in her chest.
Starting at her shoulder blades, his hands slid up, then down, in a
deep stroke. But the second time his palms swooped up they didn't stop.
Her body began to hum when the tips of his fingers spread the ointment
along her collarbones.
"How long has it been since you've had sex?" he asked.
Surprise rippled through her, and she tried to be incensed. "One,
that's none of your business, and two,
it hasn't been that long."
"I don't believe you. I think it's been a long time ... if ever."
Her chin rose defiantly. "So sue me. I will not be my mother."
The words burst out of her, seeming to come out of nowhere. She cringed.
His strong hands paused, then came up and gently squeezed her
shoulders, pulling her back toward him, his breath against her ear.
"You've never been your mother, Kate. You never could be."
She pivoted to face him, her gown slipping low when the tiny straps
fell farther down her arms. "Oh, really?"
She couldn't explain why she felt insulted. As always when she was
around him, she felt skewered by
the double prongs of reason and
desire. Nothing ever seemed black or white. Too much gray, making
her
vacillate from one need to another. She didn't want to be like her
mother, tangling with men in a
way that left her as nothing more than a
twisted knot on the floor. But there were other times, like now, that
Kate wanted to be seen as passionate and wildly desirable. But she also
knew that her feelings were more than that. Deeper.
"I know that no one would ever confuse me with my mother, because she's
so vibrant and beautiful that men can't help but fall in love with her.
She's like a bright flame that draws peopleâespecially men."
Kate knew she was being ridiculous, even childish, but couldn't seem
to
stop
herself.
His gaze burned and his jaw went taut as he took in her body. Then he
tilted her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. He was so tall, so
commanding, and she looked up at him and saw the intensity of his
emotions.
"You have it wrong, Kate. You could never be like your mother, not
because you aren't full of passion, but because Mary Beth has always
been selfish. She uses men to fix her life. And when the excitement
pales and the real world sets in, she moves on to the next poor
unsuspecting soul for a new fix of excitement to chase reality away.
You, Katherine Bloom, have always faced up to the truth, no matter how
difficult it is. I've always admired you for that."
She bit her lip. His words touched her deeply, but they also frustrated
her.
"Maybe I'm tired of people's admiration," she stated. "Maybe I just
want to feel alive for a change, without worrying about what happens
next or what the future holds. But whenever I start to give in, I think
of my mother. One minute I'm trying to be wild, then the next I can't
hear the word pussy referring to a simple cat without flushing crimson
with embarrassment. Then in order to prove that I am not the prude I've
just proved myself to be, I swing back the other way, acting like a
possessed person as I did with that love products show. It's a vicious
circle. Be responsible so I'm not like my mom, but then lash out for
having to be so responsible all the time. The night I asked you to make
love to me, I wanted to feel free and wild. All of a sudden, I had this
overwhelming urge to forget everything and feel sexy. Me, suddenly
sexy." She shook her head at how ridiculous it was. She snorted. "But
then my mind swirls back, and I can't
follow through."
His finger drifted along her jaw to the pulse in her throat. "You are
sexy, Kate. Not suddenly, after you put on some short skirt or because
you asked me to make love to you. You've been sexy for yearsâsexy in
all the best ways. Hell, you were even sexy clutching that photo album
to your chest, with that pot of tea sitting on the table next to you.
You were hot and beautiful but I couldn't afford to see you that way."
Their eyes met and held, her breath shuddering painfully inside her. It
flashed through her mind that he might pull her to him, capture her
against his chest, their mouths slanting together in hunger. But none
of that happened. No moment of startling passion, no music soaring to a
crescendo in the background.
"Now let me get a better look at that sunburn," he said.
Disappointment made her sigh. She was thinking passionate sound tracks
and he was thinking medicine.
But then very carefully he slipped his forefingers underneath the
straps, pulling them farther down, and then down even lower, revealing
her breasts.
Her sigh caught in her throat, and her heart pounded. She tried to
reconcile a friend's concern with the heated look in his eyes.
He peeled the gown away with an infinite slowness until it fell in a
puddle around her ankles. She stood still, her pulse ragged. The heat
in his eyes flared, then his lips tilted at one corner.
This is your chance to be sexy
.
The words flitted through her head. But it wasn't a matter of being
suddenly sexy, not even outrageously
sexy as she had been on the love products show. But truly sexy, in a
way that for once was real. She could be powerful. She could be
confident.
Like a bad habit, embarrassment tried to push through the power when he
just stared at her.
"What?" she asked nervously when he stood there and only looked.
"New panties?"
Sheer bikinis with tiny pink roses trimming the edge.
A foreign, beating confidence surged through her as he turned her back
around and pressed her spine to his chest. He ran his palms up her bare
midriff, stopping just below her breasts before trailing low again,
making her shiver with longing.
"And matching toe polish," he murmured against her ear. "I like it."
Then he splayed his hand over the curve of her abdomen, pressing her
even closer, the proof of his desire hard and insistent against the
small of her back.
"Do you feel that?" he whispered hoarsely. "Do you feel how much I want
you?"
She could barely speak as the tips of his fingers brushed the very edge
of her panties. With a groan, he ripped his shirt over his head in one
clean stroke, then pulled her back.
Dropping featherlight kisses along her neck, he cupped her breasts,
pushing them high. Her breath slid
out in a moan when he wouldn't let
her turn around, only gently squeezed her nipples between his
thumbs
and forefingers. She felt on fire, burning for something she could
hardly name. But deep inside she knew this was what had been missing
from her life. Sex and need. Passion.
No, she realized. It was Jesse who had been missing from her life.
It was crazy, insane. Two people drawn together despite the fact that
she wanted all of him and he wanted distance.
She didn't know why he needed distance, needed a wall built securely
around him. He was comfortable when he was in control, when he was
teasing and playful. But ultimately the smiles hid something deeper
that she didn't understand. But maybe, just maybe, she could crack
through that hard armor. Maybe, by staying with her instead of leaving
town or even going to a hotel, he wanted her to try.
The thought filled her with hope and excitement. When his arm came
across her collarbone, holding her secure, one hand still cupping her
breast, pressing her high, she leaned back into him. Her skin felt hot,
but not from the sunburn. And when his fingers slipped beneath the
elastic band of her panties, her body shuddered.
Nudging her feet apart, he widened her stance. She obeyed willingly,
only to gasp when his fingers found the curls between her legs. With
one slightly calloused tip, he parted her.
Her mouth fell open in a silent ah of sensation.
"You're wet," he whispered against her ear.
His finger traced the sensitive edges. She made an incoherent sound.
"You're hot," he added. "Your passion is amazing."
He circled and teased, but his finger didn't slip inside her. He turned
her to face him, his blue eyes darkened with satisfaction. His hands
curled around her elbows, pulling her back to him.
Heat rushed through her, and she inhaled just as he bent his head to
kiss her. It was as if he breathed her in, his lips sucking at hers,
his teeth gently nipping. She could have lost herself in that simple
kiss forever.
When he took her hand and tugged her toward the bedroom, she followed.
Her heart pounded in anticipation, but he wasn't headed for the
bedroom. He pulled her into the bathroom and kicked the door shut. When
he leaned over and turned on the water in the tub, he still didn't let
her go.
"A bath?" she asked.
"A bath," he confirmed.
He rummaged around in the cabinet filled with an assortment of things
she kept there for guests. The plastic bottle of Vitamin E bath oil had
never been opened, speaking to the number of guests she'd had.
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