Worth Waiting For by Vanessa Devereaux Page B

close, yet he wanted her to come first. “Play
with your clit because I’m almost done,” he whispered. He should have thought
of this sooner, because seeing her hand reach down between her legs and feeling
it brush his cock as she went to work on herself made him harder and all the
more excited.
    Kate whimpered.
    He knew her well
enough to know that was the sign she was getting close.
    Her legs moved and
then shook. Her pussy gripped his cock like no woman he’d ever slept with and
that was all it took.
    It had been intense…off
the charts. Maybe it was the romantic meal. Perhaps strawberries were an
aphrodisiac, but no, common sense told him it was all Kate’s doing.
    He stayed inside her,
felt a compelling need to do just that, and wrapped his arms around her,
kissing Kate’s shoulder.
    Ever so slowly he
pulled out of her and turned her around to face him before they fell back onto
the bed. One thing he’d always hated was the snuggling that women always seemed
eager to get to after the sex bit. Tonight, however, he was the instigator. He
took Kate in his arms and pushed her head down on his shoulder. Her body was warm,
comforting, and he’d never felt so relaxed in his entire life.
    “So you want to stay
the night with me? I know this bed isn’t the most comfortable, and not really
made for two, but I think we can make it work.”
    “I’d love to.”
    He gave one last look
at her beautiful face in the dim glow the candles provided before leaning over
and blowing them out. It cast them in almost total darkness excerpt for the
full moon’s reflection on the water through the porthole.
    If this wasn’t
romantic, what was?
     
    ***
     
    It seemed strange
having sex with someone and then giving them their orders for the day. She
didn’t want to play favorites because Brock gave her off-the-chart orgasms, so
his first assignment was to sweep outside and pick up any odd piece of garbage
that had made its way onto the restaurant patio.
    Kate heard Brock
humming and then she saw him pass by the window with the broom in his hand. She
smiled and made her way to the pantry to make her list. She’d need to go to the
restaurant supply warehouse and stock up. They were running low on certain
items but unfortunately so was her bank account. Maybe
she could find a cheaper brand of some of the basics like stock, butter, and
flour. Yeah, she’d need to get a little more creative, that was all.
    Brock walked back
inside and placed the broom in the corner by the cupboard. “So what’s next on
my agenda?” he asked.
    “You want to go to
the warehouse with me and pick up some supplies?”
    “Sure, sounds like
fun.”
     
    ***
     
    Brock was a keeper in
more ways than one.   They were in the
warehouse where he was pushing the oversized cart and lifting down everything
from the shelves. This was a chore she’d done by herself even before David had
walked out on her and usually by this time her back was aching from carrying the
heavy packages and cans.
    She only hoped she
could keep him working for her after he’d made enough money to pay for his boat
repairs. Kate couldn’t blame him if he did quit. This wasn’t the most fun or
highest paying job in town. She glanced over at him. Would he also quit being
her lover, too?
    “Something wrong?” he
asked.
    She’d been staring at
him for what seemed like forever. Kate shook her head. “Just
daydreaming.”
    “Hope it was about
last night. You know there are still some strawberries and chocolate left over.”
    She smiled. “You’re
going to spoil me.”
    “Thought you ladies
liked that.”
    “We do.”
    He grinned again and
those dimples made her heart flutter.
    “Okay, I think that’s
everything we need. We just have to pay for it.” The worst part.
    The line was long,
the warehouse getting warmer by the minute, and by the time they got to load
the items on the conveyor belt, both of them were covered in sweat and
perspiration.
    Brock restacked the
items back