Separation Anxiety by Lisa Suzanne Page B

from the night before replayed in my head, but this time, the oven timer hadn’t interrupted us as his lips found mine. His tongue thrust into my mouth as those little tremors of lust exploded everywhere inside of my body, the aching need for him becoming more and more apparent as my fingers dove into that thick, perfect hair of his.
    I remembered another snippet of dream, this time with clothes flying off in every direction. For some reason, I couldn’t remember the part of the dream where I saw his completely naked body standing in front of me, but surely I could never dream how perfect it would actually be.
    And then there was the piece de resistance of my dream. I remembered the way his body connected with mine, when he positioned himself at my entrance and plunged into me for the very first time. I remembered whispering his name as he pushed me higher and higher and then screaming his name as he sent me over the edge.
    I awoke with wet panties, some raging hormones, and a terrible headache.
    Fucking wine.

CHAPTER 5

    Sunday morning – ahem, afternoon – started in much the same way that Saturday had, except this time I showered first before heading out to find my Jesse. I mean, before I headed out to find Jesse. Just Jesse. No “my” in there.
    I sauntered into the kitchen, and the house was quiet. There was another note:
    In the garage. Help yourself to anything. Thanks for a great night last night. –J
    P.S. I think I have a solution for you.
    I melted into a giant puddle of Jesse lust, and then I ate the muffin (bottom first) that he left next to the pad of paper and helped myself to some coffee – which I had to reheat in the microwave because it was already cold. I wondered what time my roommate had gotten up as I glanced at the clock and saw that it was 11:00 already.
    I headed out to the garage and was intensely pleased to find Jesse without a shirt, Metallica’s “One” blaring from the stereo as he worked. He was holding some little tool and leaning closely over his work. I watched the muscles move in his back as I imagined them moving under my hands while he thrust into me.
    Jesus.
    I needed to get some, and soon. I was denying myself what I really needed because of my crumbling marriage. I was horny as hell and it was because of this man walking around without a fucking shirt, and I was more convinced than ever that I had to find a way to get Richard to sign those papers so that I could move on. With Jesse.
    I just enjoyed the view for a moment, sipping my coffee and watching as he worked. I could literally sit out there all day and watch him do his thing. He was so engrossed in his work that he didn’t even realize that I was there, and I could see how passionate and what a perfectionist he was. Maybe he held a lot back about himself, but piecing together the puzzle that created the perfect picture standing before me was already a fun adventure, and I couldn’t wait to discover more and fit the next piece into place.
    He turned off his tool, which he later informed me was a Dremel, and set it down. He blew away some saw dust.
    “Shouldn’t you be wearing protective eyewear?” I asked.
    He turned around slowly, giving me another perfect view of his intricate tattoo, and he grinned at me. “I like to live dangerously,” he said, quoting Austin Powers from the night before.
    I chuckled. “Well, Jesse Danger Drake, please use caution with those lovely eyes of yours when working with power tools.”
    “I’ll give you a power tool,” he said suggestively, and then he wiggled his eyebrows and I just lost it with laughter. I liked the goofy Jesse I woke up to that morning.
    “Got plans for the day?” I asked.
    “You’re looking at it,” he said. “I need to do a little yard work, too. You?” he asked.
    “I’ve got some lesson plans to work on for the week, and I really do have some grading to do. I can help you with the yard work, if you want.”
    “I’ve got it covered, but thanks