Reunion

Reunion Part 6

I have been buzzing with nervous energy all day. The events of yesterday play over and over in my mind. He had feelings for me too. Maybe he still does.

We have a date tonight.

I texted Sonya, but all I got were lots of exclamation points and racy comments about what was in store for me this evening. Hardly helpful for my nerves.

It's not like I'm inexperienced. It's just been a while. I've dated lots of guys...but not since I've been back home. A couple even got serious but eventually fizzled when I had to confront the reality of my parents.

They've never said it out loud, but it's clear they expect me to marry a Greek boy. Though really, I think they would rather I just stay single and living in their house forever.

Any mention of dating has always gotten a scoff of disapproval from my father, if not a full-out lecture. It was just easier when I lived on the other side of the country, or the world, for that matter.

I would be disowned if they knew I've had sex.

I'm trying to distract myself, but working is clearly not the answer. The words on the screen swim before my eyes. I close my laptop and push away from my desk. It's time for my old standby: cleaning.

My brother finds me scouring the bathroom floor around midday. He's 32 but still looks and acts like a teenager most of the time. He moved home after college and hasn't left. Why would he when he doesn't pay rent, do laundry, or cook for himself? I took over many responsibilities when I came home, but I refuse to do his laundry.

"Geez, Melanie, what's with you?" He leans in the doorway in sweats, eating a bowl of cereal. "Do you have a hot date tonight or something?" I startle and he smirks. "Come on, Melanie. I heard you saw Andy. I'm not stupid."

I sit back on my heels and sigh. "Mom and Dad are going to be so mad."

Jacob shrugs. "They don't have to know."

I have never known Jacob to date either, but maybe I haven't been paying attention. "Do you date?"

"Sure. Nothing serious." He continues to eat his cereal.

"It's different because you're a boy." I go back to scrubbing the floor.

"Maybe, maybe not." He pushes away from the doorway. "Don't let them get in your head. Have a good time tonight."

I'm momentarily stunned. Jacob and I get along fine, but we are usually locked within the big sister/little brother dynamic. I had never guessed he was leading a secret life. Lying to our parents and seeing girls.

Well, if he can do it, I suppose I can too.

. . . . .

The hotel room door closes behind us with a click. We stare at each other for a long moment. Andy reaches towards me and takes my purse off my shoulder, setting it on the dresser. I nearly swoon as his fingers graze my shoulder.

Dinner was lovely. Conversation between us was easy. Just like old times, but with a sizzling current underneath it all. Leading us here. Together. Alone. Finally.

A single lamp lights his hotel room. It casts an amber glow across his face. The angles of his profile in sharp relief.

He steps closer to me and I feel the heat emanating from his body. His eyes are locked onto mine, serious and intense. I bring my hands up to his beautiful face and his eyes close with a sigh.

His hands find my hips as I bring his mouth down to mine. We kiss slowly and tenderly at first. His soft lips part as he deepens the kiss, his fingers dig into my hips. I tangle my fingers in his hair and press myself against him.

Our tongues taste and explore, our teeth nip and tease. His hands inch their way up my sides to my ribcage and his thumbs graze the underside of my breasts. He inhales sharply and pulls away.

"You're not wearing a bra," he says hoarsely, his eyes pitch black.

"I don't usually need one," I reply, breathlessly. "I'm not exactly well-endowed in that area."

"Melanie, you're perfect," he groans and returns his mouth to mine eagerly. His thumbs find my hard nipples and tease them through the fabric of my dress. I moan and writhe against him. One hand continues tweaking my nipple while the other finds the zipper of my dress and pulls it down.

I reluctantly remove my hands from his hair so my dress can slide off my shoulders and onto the floor. I am left in only my panties.

Andy steps back from me and I fight the urge to cover myself. "You are gorgeous. What was I thinking missing 20 years of you?" He eyes me hungrily and I flush with the compliment, my confidence rising.

"Let me see what I've been missing." I step towards him and start unbuttoning his shirt. His words have made me bold. It opens to reveal his muscled chest. I run my hands from his stomach to his shoulders and push the shirt off.

His skin is golden and smooth. I step into him and breathe in the divot of his collar bone, my mouth waters. His fingers dig into my waist.

"I need you," he breathes onto my skin as he kisses my jaw and nips my earlobe with his teeth. My body is on fire. He eases me onto the bed and I pull him down after me not wanting any space between us.

He moves down my body, leaving a trail of kisses down my neck, stopping to savor my breasts, and settles between my legs. He draws down my panties and I am revealed to him.

"Show me what you like," he says roughly. My body shudders with realization. He wants to watch me. Learn me. I bite my lip. He was always such a good student.

I reach a hand between my legs and begin drawing slow circles. I am dangerously close to tipping over the edge just from the look of raw desire on his face. Desire for me.

He covers my hand with his and mimics my movement. I withdraw my hand and allow sensation to overwhelm me. He replaces his hand with his mouth and my body quakes.

"I want to see you come," he breathes between my legs. His wish is granted. The last of my control snaps at his words and I come undone.

. . . . .

"Are you sure you can't stay?" Andy sits on the edge of the bed in jeans and a t-shirt watching me. He looks delicious and is giving me sad puppy dog eyes. It's really not fair.

"I'm sorry, but I really have to get home." I assess my appearance in the mirror. I don't look too disheveled. On the outside anyway.

My skin flushes at the memory of him moving inside me. Him moaning my name as I took him in my mouth. My fingers digging into his chest as I rode him. The feral look on his face when I begged for more.

"Can I see you tomorrow?" he asks quietly.

"I can work from the coffee shop in the afternoon. Want to meet me there?"

"Sure. I can check in with some work too. It will be like old times. Doing homework together." He reaches for me and pulls me between his legs and wraps his arms around me. "I had fun tonight," he says with a lopsided smile. Eyes crinkling.

I lean down to kiss him gently. "Me too." I feel so relaxed within the circle of his arms. As soon as I step away, I know the anxieties will surface. "I really do need to go," I sigh.

"I'll walk you to your car."

We walk hand in hand through the hotel. It must be so obvious to the world what just happened. I managed to put myself back together, but Andy looks delightfully rumpled. I really did a number on his hair. I smile and brush a curl off his forehead. I just can't keep my hands out of it.

"Thank you for a lovely evening." Lovely doesn't come close to describing it, but words are failing me right now.

Andy takes my face in his hands and kisses me deeply. I melt into his firm body. Reluctantly, he draws back and rests his forehead against mine. "You're more than welcome," he whispers.

It takes every ounce of my self-control to get in my car and drive away.