Jon pulled back and shifted Tessa until she faced him. She curled into his arms, soft shudders still wracking her shoulders left him just as moved as the passion that had taken over them a few minutes before. Her soft lips trailed over his chest until she reached the center where she rested her cheek, finally calming.
“Every time is better than the last,” she whispered. She felt wrecked and battered and she was pretty sure the glow of amazing sex was just starting to simmer down. The whys and the hows wanted to surface, to shift around in her brain until she could figure things out, but she was just too tired and sated to let herself go down that road. He was hers tonight and no one had ever made her feel like this before.
His fingers slid into her hair and he massaged the base of her skull. There weren’t enough words to explain how he felt. Part of him knew emotions were too high right now to make any clear headed decisions and a woman like Tessa was too special to let go of. What else that would come to pass, he had no idea, but he wasn’t about to screw things up with her if he could manage it.
She pushed away from him, rolling her forehead along the muscled contours of his upper chest before she finally stood straight. “I feel a little light headed. I think I drank those Cosmos too fast.”
With infinite care, he dressed her. Her eyes followed his every move and when he helped her back into his shirt once more he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I want you to stay tonight. Will you?”
She nodded slowly. Her fingers were still a little unsteady when she brought them up to his mouth, tracing her forefinger along his lower lip. “You make a woman think dangerous thoughts, Jon.”
He nipped the tip of her finger and smiled. “You’re just as dangerous, babe.” He readied himself and slung an arm around her shoulders. “I think my bed is calling our name.”
She buried her hand under his t-shirt and they bumped their way to the door and the blast of cold air unfuzzed her brain a little. At least enough to shift nerves into her walk and keep her mouth from working properly. She had a million things she wanted to say and yet she couldn’t even begin to put her brain in order enough to say them. Even beyond the amazing sex, she knew in her heart that a connection had been made that would change her.
He opened the front door and keyed the password to lock the house down for the night. She wandered into the vestibule and pressed her cheek along the cool door jam looking at the space where a family gathered. “Where’s your tree?” she asked off hand.
Jon came up behind her and curved his arms around her waist and tucked his chin into her shoulder as if it was the most natural thing he could do in a day. It felt good, he thought. Very right in a way he didn’t think he’d ever find again. “We decorated a tree at Dorothea’s house so I didn’t bother.”
“Aren’t your kids coming here for Christmas too?”
He stood straight and pressed his chin on top of her head, looking at the room for the first time with a stranger’s eyes. “You know, I hadn’t thought about it. I kinda just assumed I’d go over there where the kids were most comfortable.”
Suddenly Tessa winced and turned to look up at him. “I’m sorry, it’s none of my business.”
“Oh it’s okay. My kids are more important to me than anything in this world. It’s a new thing with Christmas this year. We’d broken up last year, but kept things together for the kids at least until the end of the year. This will be the first time we’re actually in two separate homes for the holidays.”
She pressed her hands over his resting comfortably over her stomach. “It’s gotta be tough.”
“Yeah, it is, but I’ve been so involved in the new album that I guess I didn’t give it a lot of thought. Dot always took care of everything. I took a lot for granted in that respect.”
She let her hand cup his bristled cheek. The stood in the dim light for a few minutes before Jon turned her in his arms and lowered his mouth for a soft kiss. Without a word he stepped back and took her hand, leading her upstairs again.
Their clothes hit the floor in quiet whispers, their touches were gentle now and the newly stoked fire cast a glow on them as they moved together. Their dance was as natural as breathing and she sighed into his arms, loving deeply into the night without words, only murmurs broke the silence.
He curled around her, holding her close as they finally slept.