Sugar Pie by Victoria Pinder

20

Warren

I held her close as we climbed the stairs to our place.

I was hard and ready to strip and take her. I’d never waited half as long for any woman, but Kerry was special.

I needed to know she wanted to sleep with me. So as we walked in, I asked, “Shall I’ll warm up dinner?”

She curled into me. “We can eat later.”

I pulled back and looked into her eyes. He cheeks were flushed. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever held. “Maybe we should take our time.”

She tightened her arms around me. “Why?”

I kissed her forehead and said, “I don’t want to rush you into something you’re not ready for.”

She cupped my face, and her warm eyes were like embers burning into my soul. “I’m good. I want you.”

If she pushed me away later, I would die an unpleasant death. I’d never been rejected, but Kerry had that power. I kissed the hand that she opened for me and said, “I need you to be sure.”

She sucked on the side of her lip and said, “I’m divorced, completely free, and more than ready to know what you and I would be like.”

Then we were fine. I hugged her. “Tell you what. Go take a shower, relax. I’ll fix dinner. If you come out and are ready for me to make love to you, then I will.”

Her face whitened. “Make love?”

There wasn’t another word for me. Kerry wasn’t casual sex to forget. I knew the word “love” was hard for her. “Touching you is intimate and personal and real for me.”

Her eyes misted. “That’s sweet.”

I wasn’t sweet. I just needed to ensure we’d both be okay once we started the fire. I headed back to the kitchen to give her space. “So take the shower. I’ll warm up the food you prepared, and when you’re done, if you still want me, I’m yours.”

She spun on her heel. “No, I don’t want to wait. Come with me.”

I knew I sounded cautious. I craved her more than I’d ever wanted anyone or anything. I just needed her to be sure, so I vowed to take my time and show her that I respected her as well as cared about her. She was the only woman for me.