~ Recipe For Love ~

by

Fiona McGier

“I’m really sorry you had to find out this way,” she began.

J.T. shook his head as he turned to look at her.

“Why? There’s no reason for you to tell me about your private life, is there?”

He looked seriously at her.

Patti nodded, “Yes, there is. I do remember enough from my birthday to know there’s unfinished business between us. I feel ridiculous talking about it like this, but you already know how I feel about you, right?”

J.T. regarded her, his light blue eyes intent on her face. “Do I? I thought I did; but now, with your ex in your house again, I guess anything I might have been planning is going to have to be postponed indefinitely.”

Patti looked miserably at him. “You’re not going to leave town on me, are you? I mean, before we get a chance to find out what we’d be like together?”

J.T. carefully put his paintbrush down and walked over to stand in front of Patti. He was so tall, when she was wearing flats she didn’t even come to his shoulders. She looked up expectantly at him and he put one finger under her chin and lifted her face up to look at him. Slowly he bent his face down and his lips lightly brushed hers. One kiss, another kiss, another…then with a groan, Patti melted against him and wound her arms up and around him, pressing herself against his hardness and feeling the danger and excitement of trying to control a man so much bigger than herself.

J.T. groaned too, and used one large hand to fondle her butt, pressing himself into her, so she could feel the length of the hardness she had been imagining for months. He moved his other hand up and down her curves; now holding a breast, now rubbing her hip, then he wound his fingers into her hair and used the two contact points of lips and groin to make her feel his desire. He moved his head slightly. His lips kissed along her face to her ear then to her neck. His tongue licked a trail along the curve of her face to her chin, then he kissed her once more. Reluctantly he moved away from her and smiled at the expectant look on her face.

“Nope,” he said simply, then he turned to go back to his paintbrush.

Trying to catch her breath, Patti stammered, “Couldn’t we have just a little taste right here? In my place? Just to take the edge off for both of us?”

J.T. shook his head. “No, Patricia. I told you on your birthday, I want our first time to be something special. Something we both will always remember. Better than what I have been imagining every night since I met you.”

He smiled at the look of disappointment on her face, “Not that I haven’t had my share of getting down and dirty in public places, but I don’t want to be worrying about someone walking in on us until we get a chance to really enjoy each other. After that, I’ll christen your restaurant with you, in the back kitchen and the front serving area, with and without customers being in the place. I don’t care.”

Patti sighed heavily, “But I can’t ask you to stay over while Jake is in the house, can I?”

He shook his head, “No, I think that would be asking for trouble. He already won’t like me because I was the guy to throw him out of the bar when he was trying to get you drunk enough to take him home with you. I don’t want to have to worry about trying to keep one eye open if I happen to fall asleep in your bed.”

Patti rolled her eyes, “Figures, I get the one biker in America who has high moral standards.”

J.T. smiled again, “No, you got a Rom biker. We Romani are very morally straight people. We don’t have much of a culture, but we do hold our religion very sacred and dear to us. We are superstitious and old-school in a lot of ways. I told you, my female relatives taught me to respect women at all times. I’ll respect you right up to the first time you allow me to touch you; after that, you will belong to me. That’s the way I am and that’s the way it’s got to be.”

With a heavy sigh, he picked his paintbrush, saying, “So now, we have work to do. But don’t get too close to me, okay? I’m trying very hard to control myself. If I have to smell you right under my nose too often, well…even I have my breaking point.”

Patti smiled suggestively, “You won’t be doing anything I’m not thinking about myself. But if that’s the way you want to play it, I guess that’s what we’ll do. For now.”

They resumed their painting, with only occasional brushes against each other, making them both shudder with barely-concealed desire. The sexually-charged atmosphere kept them at peak excitement and as Patti told Tegan later, “Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so alive. So aware of every cell in my body being fully awake and expectant. I don’t know how long his control is going to last, but if I have anything to say about it; it won’t be too much longer. All I can think about is how his body felt while he was groping me. I was hot for him before…now I’m burning up!”