Chapter 22

When JC got out of the shower, he found Ellie curled up in his bed, sound asleep.  He had to admit it did funny things to his heart to see her so peaceful and in his very private space.  Dark gray towel tucked around his waist, he moved toward the bed and leaned down to kiss her temple softly.  She didn’t stir, not an inch.

It was early, barely 6:30 in the evening, but she had every right to be asleep.  She was emotionally exhausted and rightfully so.  She needed to rest.  He had no plans to wake her.  In fact, he had just a few things to do around the house since he hadn't done much all day.  After that, he'd join her.


Ellie woke to darkness.  She was naked, in JC's amazingly comfortable bed, but he wasn't in it with her.  With a full stretch and yawn, she rolled to face the tall glass doors and windows that looked out onto the Hollywood hillside.  It was a breathtaking view at night. JC was right.  It was a much better view on his side of the street.  She grinned at the thought of their first meal together.  It seemed like ages ago even though it had barely been a month.  So much had happened since then.  So much.... like falling in love, incredibly and ridiculously in love.  
Other things had happened too, but for the moment she chose just to think about the love part.

She caught herself smiling again.  Even though she could have easily went back to sleep, she suddenly felt this terribly strong desire to see him.  So instead she sat up and switched on the lamp beside the bed.  Another grin eased across her lips as she noticed clean pajamas sitting on a chair across the room.  They were his clean pajamas, but they seemed to be put there just for her.

After slipping into the gray and white striped cotton pajama pants and white v-neck t-shirt, Ellie headed into the bathroom to freshen up just a bit before heading out of the room to find JC.  When she found him a few minutes later it was in a place she had never found him before--at the piano, in the sitting room off the family room.  It was the room with the second best view of the hillside, second best after his bedroom.  She found herself staring at him for a moment before letting herself be known.  He wasn't playing the shiny baby grand piano, at least not at that moment.  Instead, he was just sitting on the bench, hunched over a piece of paper.  The top of his head was pointing at her, his eyes down, as he leaned into one of his palms, elbow resting on the pristine dark surface.  Behind him it was clear night, the lights of high-dollar homes lit up the hillside.

Not wanting to startel him, Ellie cleared her throat loudly and waited for him to look up.  It only took a second for his striking blue-eyed stare to catch her, and when it did it made her heart skip a beat.  His stoic expression turned instantly into a smile.  "Hi," he said rather goofily.  

"Hi."

"Did you wanna come sit down?"

When he patted the bench beside him, she knew she couldn't resist, and fluidly moved to scoot in beside him, stopping as her knee knocked against his knee.  He was looking incredibly sexy wearing a pair of very warn denim jeans and a plain white cotton v-neck undershirt.  His hair was mussed and he smelled of that wonderful scent she'd grown to love--cleanliness and spice.  She found herself secretly taking in a big whiff of him.

Instantly he was wrapping one arm around her back, then leaning in to kiss the side of her face.  The tenderness made her swoon ten times over.  "I was planning to come back to bed with you, but after I put your car in your garage Ty came home for a bit and we were talking.  Then he left and I just had the urge to do some work.  So here I am..."
"Is that what this is?" she asked softly.  "Work?"  She glanced at the partially blank music sheets he had been penciling on.

With a boyish grin, he nodded.  "It's work, but it's also my passion.  You just never know when inspiration will hit."

Her hand fell to his strong thigh, but she couldn't take her eyes off his handsome face.  Her heart was swelling inside of her chest.  It felt amazing.  "Did inspiration hit tonight?"

He was smiling goofy again.  She loved that look on him.  It was so open and honest and real.  She knew in that very moment that this was 100 percent the "real" JC in his truest form.  She had never felt more drawn to him then she did in that very moment.  "Maybe..." he tipped his chin down a bit and grabbed onto one of her hands, his eyes dropping with the movement, almost as if he was being shy about it.  JC, shy?  That had never happened!

"Will you play something for me?" she asked him, hoping to convey a look of pleading because she really wanted to hear him play.
His grin turned wide and confident.  "Of course!" he sounded, and shifted his body straight toward the keys.  "But not the inspiration..." he added quietly with a quick sideways glance.

She couldn't help but think she had something to do with "the inspiration".  Another thing to make her heart swell and her body swoon.

Amazed, she watched in awe as his fingers danced and glided across the keys.  It was something uptempo and classical, something quite complicated to play if you asked her, although she had no idea really.  Regardless, she was completely smitten by his ability to play so effortlessly.  When he stopped, she couldn't help but tell him how good he was.

"It's what I do," he responded with a grin.

"I've never dated anyone musical before," she confessed.  "I'm feeling quite smitten at the moment."

JC's smile seemed to triple in size at that, showing in his eyes even. "Well, in that case, let me play another one."

Not a second later his graceful hands were moving seamlessly across the black and white keys.  She recognized the song instantly.  It wasn't his song, but it was very famous.  When he began singing along she thought she'd died and gone to Heaven...

Ocean's apart

day after dayAnd I slowly go insane

I hear your voice on the lineBut it doesn't stop the pain

If I see you next to neverHow can we say forever

Wherever you go

Whatever you do

I will be right here waiting for you

Whatever it takes

Or how my heart breaks

I will be right here waiting for you

I took for granted, all the times

That I thought would last somehow

I hear the laughter, I taste the tears

But I can't get near you now

Oh, can't you see it baby

You've got me going crazy

Wherever you go

Whatever you do

I will be right here waiting for you

Whatever it takes

Or how my heart breaksI will be right here waiting for you

I wonder how we can survive

This romance

But in the end if I'm with you

I'll take the chance

Oh, can't you see it baby

You've got me going crazy

Wherever you go

Whatever you do

I will be right here waiting for you

Whatever it takes

Or how my heart breaks

I will be right here waiting for you

The second he stopped she found herself near attacking him, swinging a leg over him and making way onto his lap, kissing him forcefully, with a mix of fire, passion and a little bit of desperation.  Her desire for him had spiked to an unprecedented level.  She could hardly stand it! 

Of course JC was not fighting the action in any way, shape or form.  In fact, he was grinning quite obviously against her kiss, his hands smoothed around her back, resting at the top of her backside.  
"I'd be lying if I said that I didn't expect to get this type of reaction out of you," he finally chuckled as she let him have a second to breathe.

Ellie's eyes rolled automatically.  She should have smacked him, but instead she was moving in for another steamy kiss. Damn him for being so desirable... and for knowing it!  

JC's hands smoothed down to the back of her thighs where he squeezed accordingly.  She found herself grinding into him even more.  It was hard to miss the fact that he was now hard as a rock and his erection was obviously straining underneath his jeans.  Ellie wanted him so bad she could hardly stand it.  Her kiss didn't hold anything back as she felt like she could practically swallow him right up at the moment.  

One of his hands left her and she broke contact with him just long enough to look at what he was doing--unbuttoning his fly and repositioning his aroused state.  Their eyes met and he pressed a needy and forceful kiss to her lips.  Then he was reaching behind her, fiddling with the large, expensive instrument--closing the lid on the keys she realized after a moment.  Grabbing her waist, he hoisted her up off his lap and pushed the bench backwards a bit so he could stand.  "As sexy as you are in my pajamas," he spoke gruffly, "I think you very much need to come out of them."  And then he tore the t-shirt over her head, leaving her breasts completely exposed.

"Ty's not coming back, is he?" she asked.  That was the last thing she needed.

JC shook his head no assertively.  "Not until tomorrow."

She found herself smiling, wondering what he had in store for her next.  Eagerly she reached for his shirt, wanting him just as naked as she was.  That was only fair, she figured.  Naturally, he obliged and tossed his plain white T to the floor.  He moved in close to her face and whispered, "Lean back" before pressing one soft, quick kiss to her lips. Then his hands were at her waist, his fingers toying with the too-big waistband of his PJs that she wore.  

As soon as she let her back rest into the cool, hard surface he slid them right off of her.  He gave her no warning before spreading her legs and delicately smoothing the tip of his tongue up her highly sensitive and needing center.  She cried out instantly, sensuous pulses shooting across her flesh in response to his skillful touch.  He did it again, dipping his tongue inside of her before smoothing his moist touch up and over her throbbing clitoris.  This time she found herself cursing in response, her body nearly convulsing at the sensation.

"Do that again," she begged gruffly, her voice low with desire.  He did, her body immediately reacting, pleasure flooding her, filling her every need. With little control she managed to shout and curse, breathlessly and simultaneously.  No one had ever done to her what he did.  No one.
When he didn't return she looked up just in time to catch his eyes.  "I was just taking a second to admire the view," he told her.  "You're so gorgeous."

She grinned, chest heaving, watching as his head disappeared again between her thighs.  She shivered at the feel of his warm breath, wishing she had something to grab onto once his tongue danced across her overly heightened arousal once more.  There was no stopping this time.  He lavished her with his amazing and sensuous mouth until she felt like she was going to explode, but before she did, he slid one strong finger deep inside her, searching gently until he touched her in a way that made her scream out loud.  She was too caught up to realize he'd found her g-spot, but when he smoothed his soft tongue across her clit and pressed inside of her just right, the waves crashed--and they crashed hard.  She shouted and panted and came harder than she'd ever came before.  Instead of pulling his touch away, he rode the wave with her, pressing into her throbbing center and holding it while repeated spasms of pleasure jolted through her again and again.  

When her body finally calmed, he gently pulled away. Slowly, she rose to look at him, almost dizzy and most definitely light-headed. She had no words to speak.  She was completely enamored by him.  He motioned for her to come to him and she realized that his jeans were gone and he was nude from head to toe.  With lust-filled eyes she gazed down upon his hardened member, just for a moment, before he guided her back to his lap, where he sat on the leather bench.

Her body was ultra sensitive, still in a state of readiness, and as she eased herself down onto his slickness, she found her eyes nearly rolling back into her head it felt so damn good. He braced his hands at her hips and whispered for her to "be easy."  She wanted to ride him like a cowgirl on a broncing buck, but she refrained.

She felt him swallow as he met her lips in a wet and passionate kiss. The strength of his arms cradled behind her back, one hand reaching up to her neck, tangling in her hair as she delicately rocked against him, tiny jolts of electricity shooting up through her belly each time.  "You make me feel so good," she whispered breathlessly, meshing her lips with his again and again.

He hummed against her.  "I love you, Ellie.  I love you and I love making love to you."

His words nearly sent her over the edge.  She closed her eyes briefly, taking in every sensation, every emotion that overwhelmed her.  "Lay me down, JC," she whispered. "As good as this feels, I want to feel the way you move inside me.  I need more."

JC didn't hesitate.  Carefully he swooped her up and laid her down on the ridiculously expensive large white area rug that spanned around the piano.  It was plush and soft and he couldn't wait to fuck her on it.
He took her over the edge, again, enjoying the sweet sound of her cries, the way she breathed his name and clasped at his back and his shoulders.  His climax was big and strong and earthmoving, and he let it be known to her every second of the way.  He loved being with Ellie. He was head over heels for this woman. And if there was one thing he planned on doing it was pleasing her to every extent possible. This was barely the beginning.

After several breathless moments, he kissed her tenderly on the cheek and spoke softly. "Do you think you can reach my shirt with your toes?"
The look she gave him was completely girlish and cute.  "Afraid we might make a mess?"

He was.  "A little bit."

She chuckled as he felt her moving her leg underneath him, carefully she curled her knee and brought her foot up high enough so she could reach the shirt she'd managed to grab with her foot.  With a grin, she handed it to him.  Then he removed himself carefully, using the shirt as a catchall.

Ellie rolled up quickly and scurried off into the bathroom.  After slipping back into his jeans, JC picked up and took his laundry to the laundry room. The housekeeper came tomorrow morning.  He didn't like leaving obvious clues in regard to his sexual activities, committed relationship or not.  Besides, Ellie was probably beginning to figure out, he was a bit of a neat freak.  He liked things a certain way.

He realized that Ellie was probably hungry and headed into the kitchen to find them something to eat.  The choices were probably limited, but, again, he wanted to satisfy her in every way possible.  After all she'd been though, he had this incredibly strong urge to take care of her.

When she found him just a few moments later, he was standing in front of the open Sub-Zero fridge, pondering what his possibilities were.  Her greeting warmed him from the inside out as she stepped behind him and wrapped both arms around his bare torso.  "You must be hungry."

"I am actually starving," she replied.  "I don't think I ate lunch even, let alone dinner."  He almost jumped at the feel of her teeth pressing into the top of his shoulder, mock bitingly.  It sent a pulse straight to his groin.  He was convinced that she still had no idea the affect she had on him.

With a tortured chuckle, he shut the fridge, turned, and pulled her into his arms, embracing her close.  "God, you feel good.  How do you feel so good?"

She was giggling.  He loved her giggle.  "How do you feel so good?" she asked in response.

"I'm a guy.  I highly doubt I feel anywhere near as good as you do."

The look she gave him was full of flirtation, her eyelashes batting without her even realizing it probably.  "Oh... I beg to differ," she remarked.

An easy smile spreading over his lips, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek, purposely making a loud smacking noise against her.  He was in trouble with this girl... so much trouble.  He was falling so fast and so hard, he wasn't sure he'd be able to come out of this if it went bad.  But he was in way too deep to care.  He was intoxicated by her, and he loved the feeling of it.

"So you were going to feed me?" she asked after a second.

His eyes rounded momentarily as a stream of dirty thoughts ran through his mind.

"Food..." she continued.

"Yes, food," he smirked goofily. 

"Can we have dinner in bed?"

Again, his thoughts went straight to the gutter even though he knew that's not what she was implying.  Not this time.  "Absolutely," he replied.

"I like that," she grinned, confident and pleased.  "I'll let you figure it out then and bring it to me."

Brushing her hair back away from her face, he tenderly kissed her forehead and said "ok."  Then watched her strut out of the room in his pajamas.  His heart was pounding. He couldn't wait to get back to her and she'd just barely left the room.  He realized how bad that was, but he was too caught up to think twice about it.  

(c) BrandyRae 2013

Lyrics: "Right Here Waiting" by Richard Marx