When Silas awoke the next morning, he was in his bed this time. At some point during the course of the night, he’d risen and carried Janelle’s sleeping form there. Looking down at her this morning, he was still shocked at yesterday’s turn of events. When he’d gone to the loft, he’d been intent on finally going through with a divorce so he could move on with his life once and for all. But he’d only discovered that everything wasn’t as it seemed.
Janelle had never received the letters he’d written, had never been given the message that he’d called. She’d never known that he’d realized the error of his ways and tried to get her back. On top of that, she dropped the bomb that she’d never been with another man outside their marriage. She had remained true to him as he’d been to her. It was all rather amazing, given how terribly they ended six years ago. But in the cold light of day, reality was setting in and matters would need to be discussed. This reunion or whatever it was, was moving rather quickly. A lot of time had gone by and he didn’t want to repeat past mistakes.
Communication was critical because lack thereof, along with a whole lot of pride, had caused their six-year separation. Did they have enough to re-build their marriage on?
The conversation would have to wait because he was starved. Rising from the bed, he slid on a pair of pajama bottoms and headed to the kitchen to rustle up some breakfast. Given he was a chef, his kitchen was state of the art, with every high-end appliance available on the market.
Silas decided to make them his famous amaretto French toast, but first he needed coffee ASAP. After making his first cup, he set about preparing the batter, using heavy cream, cinnamon sugar, brown sugar, vanilla extract, eggs and amaretto liqueur. Then he cut the brioche into large squares, dipped them in the batter and placed them in a buttered cast-iron skillet.
He was nearly done with the applewood bacon and scrambled eggs to accompany the French toast when Janelle came out of the bedroom, wearing one of his restaurant T-shirts that just reached her thighs.
When she got to him, he wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her onto the counter. She gave a little “oof,” and then he kissed her, parting her lips with his tongue, until once again, he felt the magic he’d experienced last night. It hadn’t been a dream.
When he finally broke the kiss and lifted his head, he saw that her eyes were glittering. “How are you feeling this morning?”
“I’m good, better than good.” She lowered herself to the floor and he noticed that she winced.
“Are you sure?” he asked. “You haven’t been with anyone in a while. You could be a bit sore, and we were, uh, quite active last night.”
Janelle darted him a glance and then blushed. He loved that she still could blush. She’d always been shy when it came to sex, but last night, she’d been a woman who wasn’t afraid to take what she wanted. Her pleas and cries of pleasure had driven him mad.
“I’ll have a bath after we eat.” She glanced at the mountain of food he was placing on their plates.
“Sounds like a plan.”
A half hour later when they were finished breakfast, Silas drew Janelle a bubble bath. He’d never used the oversize Jacuzzi tub, preferring the rainfall shower instead, but he was quite enjoying watching Janelle’s naked form slide underneath the bubbles.
“Aren’t you going to join me?” she asked.
Silas shook his head. “No, that’s for you, babe. Soak and relax. I’ll take a quick shower.” If he got in with her, he’d have her straddling him as he took her over the peak again. No, it was better that she rested and prepare for another round of intense lovemaking, because they had a lot of time to make up for.
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