Part Two

On the plane, Jon groaned quietly and shifted in his seat. Damn he had a vivid imagination. He looked out the window to try to see where they were. After a quarter century of flying, he recognized most of the landscape. He was getting closer. He sighed impatiently and checked his watch; a little more than an hour to go. He closed his eyes, and willed the daydream to continue...

Terri closed the door behind him, and leaned against it. She accepted the bouquet of flowers from Jon and inhaled their heady fragrance. They’re beautiful,” she said.

“No, Terri,” Jon answered, taking her hand. “You are beautiful. These are merely pretty.”

Terri blushed and said, “Let me get these into some water.” She put down the brush she’d been carrying, and went into the kitchen. Jon picked up the brush and followed. When Terri bent to get a vase from under the sink, her shorts rode up, showing the bottom of her delectable ass cheeks. Jon sucked in a breath, and hoped to Hell that Terri didn’t notice.

She straightened and emerged with a cut-glass vase and filled it at the sink. Her cheeks heated when she heard Jon suck in a breath, and she smiled a sly smile. She wasn’t the only one who was a bit turned on. Slowly, she arranged the flowers, and tried to get her heart rate to come back down. She was concentrating so hard, she didn’t hear Jon’s approach. All she felt was the brush in her hair.

Jon slowly pulled the brush through Terri’s long, thick hair; his hand following the brush, smoothing over her. Terri closed her eyes and braced her hands on the countertop, reveling in the feeling of his hands on her. When Jon’s hand snaked under her hair so he could brush the underside of her mane, his fingertips grazed her neck, making Terri shiver. Jon smiled.

“Everything okay, baby?” he asked softly, his breath a whisper near her ear.

“Just fine,” Terri breathed back.

Jon put the brush down and pushed Terri’s hair off her neck. He leaned down to kiss her and started nibbling his way to her shoulder…

The pilot's announcement that they were starting their descent startled Jon from his latest daydream. He dutifully brought his seat back to the upright position, and drummed his calloused fingers on a denim-clad knee. Looking out the window, he saw the rapidly rising tarmac shimmering in the early morning heat.

Jon was the first one off the plane. He had only his carryon with him, so he didn't need to wait in baggage claim. Heading straight for the Avis counter, Jon smiled a charming smile at the clerk and signed the requisite paperwork to get his Lincoln. Ordinarily, he would have hired a car and driver, but he wanted to have the freedom of spontaneity without worrying about his driver.

"That car has GPS, right sweetheart?" Jon asked the Avis woman, who blushed.

"Yes, sir, it sure does," she said with a soft debutante's drawl. "Ya'll have a pleasant stay."

"I plan on it," he answered. Jon went out and caught the shuttle to the car lot, and climbed behind the wheel of his rental. He dialed in the florist’s shop on the GPS and took off. Arriving just as they opened, he followed the proprietress into the building. She took his order from the cooler and smiled at him.

“Making up or making time?” she asked, her drawl wafting through the air.

Jon laughed. “Hopefully making time,” he said with a wink.

Twenty minutes later, he had pulled up in front of a gorgeous house landscaped with beautiful climbing roses. Smiling, Jon climbed the porch, and rang the bell.

Jon shifted impatiently on her porch, ringing the doorbell for the second time. He knew it was early, but he just couldn’t wait another minute to see her.

The door opened just a sliver, just enough for her to see who was on the other side. “Jon?” She opened the door just a bit wider and blinked, rubbing her eyes as if she didn’t quite believe what she was seeing. “I didn’t think you’d be here til later,” her voice was raspy from sleep.

“I couldn’t wait any longer,” he said honestly. “Can I come in?”

She nodded, pulling the door wide and rubbing her hands across her face as if she thought this was some kind of surreal dream.

His groin tightened painfully the moment he got a full look at her. She still looked half asleep, with pillow creases on her cheek and her long auburn hair falling in tousled waves over her shoulders. Her lavender satin nightie skimmed just past the tops of long, tan thighs, but his eyes were drawn to the lace at her breasts. He could barely make out the shadow of dark nipples, taut from the cool air conditioning, his fingers literally aching to slip inside the neckline and caress her there.

Swallowing hard, he followed her inside, through the foyer to her living room, trying to ignore the enticing picture her ass made, or at least how he imagined it beneath the nightie.

“Coffee?” she asked huskily, desperately needing caffeine to bring her to her senses. He looked amazing, simply dressed in faded blue jeans, a soft white cotton t-shirt, and loafers.

Pulling his sunglasses off, he nodded gratefully, hopeful that enjoying a nice quiet cup of coffee with her could take his mind off all the images that had instantly flooded his mind the moment he saw her – him easing those tiny spaghetti straps from her shoulders, cupping her full breasts in his hands, his thumb gently worrying her nipple before his lips…

Get a freakin’ grip, man. After all, he couldn’t just walk in and ravish her.

She removed the pot from the coffee maker and set it on the edge of the counter, then stood on tiptoes reaching as high up as she could with her fingertips into the top cabinet where she kept the filters.

“Here, let me,” he murmured, moving behind her and easily reaching the package. Their fingertips touched and she turned, trapped between him and the counter.

He stared down at the top of her head, fighting his own reaction to the soft fragrance of her hair. Suddenly, she raised shining green eyes to his and reached up to gently caress the night’s worth of stubble still on his jaw. “I’m glad you came early,” she whispered.