“You’re going away? For how long?”
“For three weeks.”
“Where are you going?”
“New York, Milan and Paris.”
“You’ll be gone for three weeks.” Three weeks seemed like a long time to me. It was hard not seeing her for a day, much less three weeks. What was I going to do when she was gone?
She walked over to me. “The three weeks will go by in no time, I promise.”
“They will go by quickly for you, yes but drag for me. When are you leaving?”
So soon. “Is it an early flight? I could take you to the airport before going to work.”
“The flight is at 10:50.”
“I’ll take you to the airport.”
“Thanks. It will give us more time together.”
I nodded. This was the first time since we started dating two months ago that we were going to be separated from each other for a long period of time. I guess I should have expected this given that she was a model. I was glad that she was going to quit the profession. It would have been tough for me whenever she went away on assignments like it was now. “How would you like to spend the rest of the afternoon?”
“This is how I’d like us to spend it.” She reached up and held my face between her hands, she drew my head down until our lips were touching. My arms went around her waist as she began kissing me. I held her tightly against me as I kissed her back. We kissed for a long time and then she broke it off. Taking me by the hand, she led me to the bedroom. After closing the door shut, she pulled off my cardigan and my tee shirt. By now, I could hardly breathe because I was so aroused. My face was flushed and my body was on fire. I wanted her so badly.
When we were both naked, she pulled me over to the bed and pushed me down. She stretched out on me and began kissing me again. Moaning against her lips, I reached up and held her head between my hands as I responded wildly. Then, I rolled over and she gasped as I surged against her. Her nails dug into my skin on my back, exciting me. The lovemaking was explosive and as I lay there afterwards, spent and trying to catch my breath, I realized that it was never like this with anyone, not even Pamela.
Janelle rolled onto her side and flung her arm across my heaving chest. “Wow, you were amazing,” she teased. “Under that reserved exterior was a tiger that was just waiting to come out.”
“I didn’t know I had it in me either. You brought it out.”
She smiled. “Good.”
I caressed the arm that was across my chest. “Have you ever experienced this with anyone else?” I asked. I found myself wondering about the men she had been with and becoming jealous of them.
“No, Colin. I’ve never experienced anything like this with anyone before. I’ve dated several guys but have only been in two relationships. Both guys were good in bed but you, by far, are the best I’ve ever had.”
“I’m relieved to hear that.” I was. I wanted to be her best and only lover.
“I’m hungry. Are you hungry?”
“Yes. What are you in the mood for?”
“All right.” I got up and went into the shower. She joined me.
Twenty minutes later, we drove to Soho where we both enjoyed large servings of Basil Cannelloni and Nduja Ravioli respectively chased with Pinot Bianco. For dessert, we shared a slice of Tiramisú followed by two steaming cups of Hazelnut Choco Mocha. The night was still young, so we went to Ronnie Scott’s Jazz Club. At the end of the night, I didn’t go home. I stayed over at her place. Early the next morning, I went home, showered and changed and then, we drove to Heathrow. We didn’t say much on the ride. I was thinking about how much I was going to miss her.
When we got there, I helped her with her baggage and waited until she checked in. Then, it was time to say goodbye. I swallowed hard as we faced each other. “I will miss you,” I said quietly.
“I will miss you too.” She reached up and touched my cheek. I caught her hand and pressed my lips into the palm. “I’ll call and text you everyday,” she promised.
“I look forward to hearing from you.” I took her into my arms and kissed her. She wrapped her arms about my waist and kissed me back.
Then, she reluctantly withdrew. “I’ll see you soon, Colin.”
“Yes. See you soon.” We waved at each other and then she was walking away. She stopped once to turn and look at me and then she was gone.
I left the airport with a heavy heart. Three weeks apart was a long time. I had no idea how I was going to get through them.
This is the sequel for Dating Again.