JENNIE
I glanced out the window, looking for signs of Lisa. It was a sunny day, and I was hoping she'd be outside playing with Lily or working on the yard. I hadn't seen her since the bake sale, and I couldn't seem to get her off my mind.
I'd tried meditation and yoga, but after my first downward dog, I gave up. I'd even considered going on a run before deciding I didn't need her off my mind that bad.
Something was gnawing at me, making me uneasy, but I couldn't quite put my finger on why. I thought maybe if I could just see her, I would finally be able to concentrate and figure out what was up with me.
When I tried to distract myself with work, my mind kept drifting, so I decided to clean the kitchen. Usually, cleaning and organizing relaxed me, but as I wiped down the countertops, I only grew more and more anxious. I mean, we'd had a great time at the bake sale, but suddenly I was feeling like a crazy person.
I loaded the dishes into the dishwasher and picked up the bottle of detergent, realizing that I'd been staring blankly at nothing, completely zoned out for several minutes. After closing the dishwasher, I pressed Start and walked away, determined to get out of my head.
A few minutes later, I jolted . . . there were bubbles everywhere.
Fuck. I'm losing it. I took a deep breath, worried that I was no longer adorably neurotic but had become full-blown psychotic. Whatever the case, I had a kitchen full of bubbles that needed to be dealt with.
Yeah, so I'd wanted to get Lisa's attention, but this wasn't the way I'd intended.
There was only one thing to do—I called Lisa. She came over in a couple of minutes, looking painfully sexy in jeans and a white T-shirt that fit snugly on her muscular arms.
"Shit," she said when she walked in, setting down her toolbox. The kitchen floor was filled with bubbles and soapy water.
"I'm so sorry. I have no idea what happened." I hovered behind her as she examined the dishwasher.
She stopped it and pulled it open, checking something inside. "It's fine, just too much detergent," she said, standing back up. "How much did you put in there?"
I shrugged, not wanting to admit that I'd been so distracted by thoughts of her earlier that I may or may not have spaced and dumped half a bottle of detergent inside. "I'm so sorry for bothering you. I was just worried I'd broken it or something." I smiled apologetically, hoping she didn't think I was a total idiot who didn't even know how to use a dishwasher.
"No problem. I wasn't doing much." She ran a hand through her hair, her bicep flexing.
My breath caught, and I forced myself to look away.
"I guess I'll just clean up." I grabbed a mop and some towels. "Thanks again for your help."
"I can stick around and help out."
"Are you sure? I don't want to hijack your whole afternoon."
"You didn't hijack anything. Lily's having a play date and won't be home for another half hour."
I set aside the mop and tossed one of the towels to Lisa. Scrubbing my kitchen floor on our hands and knees wasn't the physical activity I'd envisioned in my Lisa-inspired fantasies.
Soon, we had the mess cleaned up, and Lisa sat back on her heels to survey our work. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, her shirt lifting slightly to reveal her toned stomach. She looked like she'd walked right out of a body spray commercial.
"What?" She smirked.
Damn. I'd definitely been busted checking her out.
Before I had time to process what was happening, I was crawling across the floor to kneel in front of her. Without a word, Lisa lifted my chin and pressed her mouth to mine in a searing-hot kiss. When I parted my lips in gentle invitation, her tongue slid against mine.
God, this woman. She was perfection.
Large hands gripped my hips, hauling me in closer as her tongue gently caressed mine. Then she pulled me down on top of her as she lay back on the floor.
As we kissed, I slid my hand down her body, palming her erection over her jeans. She groaned as I slipped my hand inside, wrapping it around her and slowly stroking until I could feel her throbbing in my hands. She was so thick that I couldn't fully wrap my fingers around her, and she let out low grunts as I stroked her, gripping even more tightly before finally running my finger over her sensitive tip.
"Fuck." She grunted, lifting her hips toward my touch.
"I want you," I murmured.
"Get naked." Her voice was a rough growl, and it sent a thrill racing through me.
While Lisa yanked off her shirt and then pushed her jeans and boxers down, I stripped out of mine. Then she pulled my T-shirt off over my head and reached for the clasp of my bra, freeing my breasts.
She kissed me again as she cupped my breasts in her hands, slowly caressing me. She pinched a nipple in her fingers and I closed my eyes, feeling the sensation move through my body and down between my legs, where I knew I was already wet. She moved to the other breast, and I let out a low moan.
I reached out to stroke her again, the feel of how long and thick she was driving me wild with desire. I moved to straddle her, wrapping my legs around her waist, then slid myself forward until her erection pressed against my center.
I rocked my hips against her, feeling her press into me the slightest bit. She pulled me even closer, her hand gripping my hair in a knot at the back of my head as she continued to kiss me.
Unable to resist any longer, I pulled back and whispered, "I need you inside me."
She lifted me again, one hand on my hip and one gripping my ass, and then she lowered us onto the floor.
I cried out in pleasure as she pressed herself against my wetness, rubbing just the tip of her erection against me. I moaned her name softly, thrusting my hips forward, needing more. She continued to tease me, pressing just the tip of herself against me as I writhed beneath her. I ran my hands up her shoulders, all the while trying to press myself closer into her lap.
"Condom?" she asked.
Under normal circumstances, I would have felt self-conscious sprinting butt-naked to my bedroom in front of someone, but nothing about this situation was normal. I wanted her. Right here. Right now.
Seconds later, I was back with the condom.
Lisa readied herself and then pulled me close again. She stared into my eyes for a moment before rocking into me, working herself inside, moving deeper with each thrust. I inhaled sharply as she buried herself in me, digging my nails into her shoulders.
"You feel so good," she said, her voice low and husky as she stilled, enjoying the sensation of being buried inside me.
She gripped my ass, pushing herself even deeper. I gasped, every part of my body clenching. Closing my eyes, I cried out, my hips rocking against her.
We were so frenzied. I wasn't sure if it was because her daughter was due home any minute, or because we were just so desperate for each other.
"Lisa." I groaned, inhaling sharply as pleasure poured through every inch of me.
Minutes later, a powerful release rocked through me, stealing my breath and making me contract almost violently around her.
"Shit, shit. Fuck," she cursed, still pumping into me. "Gonna come."
"Yes," I cried out, pulling her hips to mine.
Her breathing changed, and she buried her face against my neck as she came.
We breathed heavily for a few minutes, our bodies slippery with sweat. Lisa reached down and brushed the hair back from my forehead as I rolled closer to her.
"Well, that was unexpected." She smiled at me and pressed a soft kiss to my lips.
"Yeah, I didn't see that coming." I chuckled.
Once she helped me up from the floor, we gathered our clothes, and Lisa threw the condom away and washed her hands at the sink.
I stilled at the sound of a car idling in the driveway, and then a door opening.
"Shit. I think Lily's home." She smiled apologetically as she peeked out the window.
"No need to apologize," I said, quickly dressing. "Thanks for fixing the dishwasher . . . and the rest of my plumbing." I smirked at her as she tugged her clothes on.
"Anytime." She laughed. "Just call me if you need help with that, or anything else, again."
Lisa headed toward the door, then turned back. "Also, I wanted to say thanks again for everything at the bake sale. It meant a lot to Lily."
I smiled, touched to hear that she'd had a good time. "Of course. It was fun for me too."
She looked into my eyes for a moment, and my heart skipped a beat. How did she do that? It was like every time she looked at me, I forgot about everything but her.
After one last warm smile, she turned and walked down the stairs.
Once I'd shut the door, I leaned back against it and slid down so I was sitting on the floor. I put my head in my hands. What was this? Was this how other people acted? Ruining their dishwasher to get a guy's attention?
I couldn't deny it anymore. I knew why I was losing my mind.
I don't want Lisa dating other people.
There it was, the cold, hard, ugly truth. I was pissed that I'd told her I was okay with her going out with that woman from Lily's school.
I'd liked baking with them . . . really liked it. It felt good to be around her, and not just because she knew what she was doing in the bedroom. I even liked hanging out with Lily, now that we were on good terms.
I stood up and looked out the window, not sure how to handle my realization.
Shit. I was in deep. I'd never felt this way before, so crazy and desperate over a guy I was sleeping with.
Was this what other women felt like when they liked a guy?
I didn't know what exactly was happening between Lisa and me, but I definitely hadn't been expecting this twist.