A second chance...At first love (Second Love Series Book 1) (9 page)

Izzie

Izzie had just plugged in her iPod and turned it on when she heard the door buzzer and her stomach dropped.  Was she ready for this?  Ready or not he was here.  She buzzed him in and checked herself in her full length hallway mirror.  She went casual because she wanted to be comfortable while cooking.  She decided on dark blue skinny jeans, and a gray tank underneath a fitted white dress shirt.  Her jewelry was simple, a silver necklace, her charm bracelet and the promise ring that never left her finger. Her hair was done in loose waves around her face. She made sure she had a hair clip on the counter so she could clip it back when they were cooking. She heard the knock at the door and her heart fluttered.  When she opened the door she audibly gasped, he was beautiful.  She could not believe that this man was here to see her.  She regained her composure and she stepped aside so he could enter.

"Come on in," she wasn't quite sure why she said that since he had already walked in.  She thought “welcome” would have been more appropriate, but it was too late now.

"Thank you," he said as he handed her the flowers and the bottle of wine. "I hope you like Moscato.  I heard some of the ladies in the office talking about it."

"I do, it's my favorite actually, thank you!"

She went into the kitchen to put the wine in the fridge and find yet another vase for her flowers.

"If you keep this up, I'll be able to open up my own flower shop," she called over her shoulder to him.  She turned to walk back in to the living room but she bumped into him. He had followed her into the kitchen. He grabbed her and hugged her, then placed a kiss on her cheek.

"A beautiful woman deserves to be surrounded by things that compliment her.” She giggled.  “So what's on the menu?"

"We have a couple of options, I will let you decide.  Eggplant parmesan, chicken enchiladas or lasagna rolls. Any preferences?”

"They all sound good but let me ask, is the theme ‘any and everything that I can drop on my shirt and look like a fool?’” Izzie laughed; good he had a sense of humor.

"Sorry, how about this, baked chicken, green beans and mashed potatoes?  No sauce equals no spilling."

"Sounds good."

Izzie (and Ellington)

They got to work in the kitchen.  She made Ellington roll up his sleeves and told him to season the chicken.  He looked at her like she had two heads and they both had just cursed him out in a foreign language.  She laughed.

“Ok, turn on the stove and set the temperature to 350 degrees.” He could handle that no problem. “Now open up the refrigerator and look in the crisper drawer for the green beans.”  Mission accomplished, he smiled and she clapped for him.  “Okay things are going to get a little tricky now, are you ready?" Izzie said.

"I was born ready, ok lame but yes hit me.  What's next?"

"I need you to peel the potatoes while I fix the green beans."

"I've got this! Where's the peeler?"

"You know what a peeler is?"

"I personally may suck in the kitchen, but I have an Italian mom that loves to cook. I know what a lot of things are, just not how to use them all.  I think I can handle a peeler."

The two of them worked their way around the kitchen and fell into easy conversation.  They talked briefly about their childhoods.  She told him about her early love of science and the cello.  He told her about his early love of sailing.  She told him about her love of music of all kinds.  He told her about his love of flying and of travel in general.  He asked about her charm bracelet, she said it was a gift from an old friend that she'd had for years.  She asked him about his tattoo, he replied that it was just a reminder to be a good person. They continued with light easy conversation over dinner. When they both were finished with dinner, Izzie stood up to go into the kitchen.

"Okay as a reward for your cooking skills tonight, I have something special," she said to him.

"Oh really, and what do I get?"

"Well for being such a good sport, I made my mother's world famous pound cake.  Okay maybe not world famous but where I am from everyone loves it.  I only break this out for special occasions."

"So I'm special, huh?"

"Well, I mean, you're alright," she said jokingly. 

"Aw shucks ma'am, you sure know how to make a fella feel good." He said teasingly, "So tell me more about this world famous pound cake.  Sounds like I'm going to have to get out my Thanksgiving fat pants."  She laughed a little harder than she expected.

"Would you like it with ice cream?"

"You fix it the way you think is best, you are the expert in the pound cake."  He was thoroughly enjoying himself, way more than he had expected. He had figured that by now he would have seduced her and been on his way home.  She asked him if he'd like some coffee with his cake and again he told her she was the cake expert. She put on a pot of coffee, led him to the couch and asked if he'd like to watch a movie while they ate dessert.  She was an old school movie buff and had a ton to choose from. She told him that one of her favorite actors was Cary Grant. 

“What about ‘Arsenic and Old Lace?’" She asked.

“Yea sounds good. I love that one.”

He was stunned.  It was rare to find someone who liked old movies these days, it seemed everyone was obsessed with Mila Kunis and Ashton Kutcher, not that he didn't like them but there was something about a classic movie.  They had substance and character, his love of them probably had something to do with his Nonnino making him watch them when growing up. He grew to truly appreciate them.  She brought out a tray that had two plates with pound cake and ice cream, two cups of coffee and sugar and creamer. Once they were all settled she started the movie. Over the course of Cary's antics, they finished the dessert and coffee.  He leaned on the arm of the couch and wrapped his other arm around the back of the couch, allowing her to lean into him and she realized at that moment how accurate her dreams might have been, that man was solid muscle.  She got comfortable as she watched on screen heartthrob, while knowing she was curled up next to a real life heartthrob who smelled heavenly.  Her nerves had been on high alert all day and now that she had finally sat down and relaxed she felt herself start to get drowsy, before she knew it, she was asleep wrapped up in his warmth.  He looked down as he felt her body weight change and grinned when he saw she had fallen asleep.  She was really beautiful, inside and out.  He sat there and just watched her sleep. He felt a little creepy and decided he should see himself out, he shifted slowly so as to not disturb her and he kissed her on her forehead.  She woke as he was pulling away and reached up and touched his face.  He leaned in and kissed her and she happily kissed him back.  He leaned back against the arm of the chair and pulled her into his arms.  He began to kiss her again.  She tasted sweet, a mixture of cake and her honey lip balm.  He teasingly bit her lip before exploring her mouth with his tongue.  Her breath quickened, his groin tightened. He knew at that moment he could take her.  He continued to kiss her, taking her tongue into his mouth, sucking on it, biting her lip.  Her fingers wrapped in his curly brown hair, pulling him deeper into her.  She moaned.  He pulled back, took a deep breath and gave her a quick peck on the lips.

"I should go," he said.

"You don't have to," she said pleadingly.

"I think it’s better if I do.” She sighed.

"Um...ok. Well...um, thank you for dinner."

"No Isabella, thank you! I enjoyed myself more than I have in a long time." She smiled sheepishly, and then looked away wondering what she had done wrong.  She thought maybe her kissing skills lacked something.  He was probably an expert at sex and besides Timothy she'd only been with two other people, a couple of times each and it was nothing earth-shattering.  She assumed she had done something wrong, he interrupted her thoughts.

"I would like to see you again," he said and she perked up briefly.

"I would really like that as well."  Then the thought hit her, "He's just trying to be nice and get out without causing a scene."

"Good night beautiful Isabella."

"Good night Ellington.  Oh, would you like to take another piece of cake with you? It wouldn’t be a problem for me to wrap it up really fast."

"And take away my excuse to come back over? No thank you, save it for me." She grinned.

"Okay." He leaned in and gave her another deep kiss.

"I'll be talking to you soon."  He walked out and closed the door behind him.  She sighed and fell back against the door. She could still taste him, smell him, and feel him.  It was going to be a long night.  As she walked back into the kitchen to start cleaning up she heard her phone ding. 

Who would be texting me at this time of night?
She thought.

Ellington:  Sleep well beautiful Isabella.   I can't wait to see you again.

She couldn't help but grin from ear to ear, so maybe he really did want to see her again.  She cleaned up the kitchen in record time.  She went into her bathroom, turned on the shower to let it heat up, walked back into her bedroom and stripped out of her clothes.  She grabbed her towel and got into the shower.  As the warm water ran down her body, she thought about her few encounters with Ellington over the last few weeks.  She thought about the sight of him when she opened her door tonight.  He looked so good in his khakis and that pink shirt complemented his complexion.  His dark curly hair slicked back, he was truly one of the most handsome men she had ever seen.  She thought about how soft his lips were when he kissed her forehead.  The way they felt on her lips, soft and full.  The way his hands felt when he held her face. He had to have some defect under his clothes he just seemed too perfect, although she figured he was probably perfect underneath as well.  She took down the shower massager and she began to imagine what would have happened if he stayed, if he had changed his mind at the door and turned back to kiss her again. Next she would have felt what his lips would feel like on her neck as he unbuttoned her shirt.  He kissed a trail on her chest until he had her shirt open.  He took it off her dress shirt and lifted her tank over her head and dropped it to the floor.  He unbuckled her jeans and slid them down her thighs, they fell to her ankles and she stepped out of them.  She stood there in front of him in nothing but her teal bra and panties.  He stood and he admired her, that color looked amazing against her skin.  Next he lifted her into his arms and she wrapped her legs around him and kissed him as he walked her to her bedroom.  He sat her on the bed and knelt between her legs.  He kissed her neck again, he moved down her chest and pulled her bra straps down her arms, she pulled her arms out and her breasts popped free, he leaned in and took one into his mouth as he unhooked her from behind, and dropped the bra to the floor.  He took the other breast in his mouth as he fondled the first with his fingers.  Cupping her breast, pinching her nipple with just the right amount of pleasure, pulling slightly, twisting it between his fingers, she moaned.  He moved from kissing her breast to her mouth, both hands working magic on her breasts.  She moaned into his mouth as he was kissing her.  Her laid her back on the bed and kissed a trail to her stomach.  He stopped when got to the top of her panties licked a trail along the waistband.  He reached up and slid her panties down her legs, she arched her back to help and he caught her scent, it was a hot sweet aroma. He couldn't wait to taste it.  He ran his fingers through the light trail of hair over her lips, he could see her glistening.  He slid one finger inside and she gasped, he slowly moved it in and out until it was coated in her juices, he pulled it out and sucked the juices off of his finger.

"Mmm...My beautiful Isabella you taste so good."  He slid his finger back in, then another.  She worked her hips in rhythm to his fingers.  He watched her for a moment, loving the sight of her body getting pleasure from him, her scent and taste filling his head.  His fingers still working inside her, he kissed her lips.  Slowly he slid his tongue along one side, then the other.  His tongue swirled around her clit, he sucked it gently.  Kissing, sucking he felt it grow in his mouth.  She was arching her back and bucking against his hand, and mouth.  Her juices coated his fingers and he continued kissing and sucking as his fingers worked her inside.  She wrapped her fingers into his hair and pulled him even further into her.  He felt her walls start to shake, he worked his fingers faster and sucked just a little a harder, and she arched and exploded.  He felt her juices run down his hand.  He pulled his hand out and sucked his fingers.  Then before she could settle from her first orgasm, he licked at her juices before sticking his tongue deep inside. He loved the way she tasted, he couldn't get enough.  His tongue was deep inside, her hands still wrapped in his hair.  She rode his tongue to another orgasm.  When he felt her stop shaking the second time and he had lapped up every bit, he stood up.  She watched him unbutton his shirt, it dropped to the floor.  He unbuckled his belt and pants they fell to the floor and his large manhood stood fully erect in front of her.  Her eyes got big, he was larger than she expected.  He crawled up the bed and kissed her again, deep, slow, passionate.  He leaned on one elbow and with his other hand rubbed her clit and slid a finger inside again to make sure she was still wet.  He took the tip of his manhood and rubbed it against her clit, she sucked in deep.  He pressed it against her opening, she was tight.  Slowly he slid inside her.  She sucked in a deep breath at the mixture of pleasure and pain.  When he couldn't go in any further, he kissed her deep and began to slowly work himself in and out.  She wrapped her arms around his back, pulling him closer.  He felt her get wetter and loosen just a bit, he sped up slightly.  She moaned. The feel of her wrapped around him, the sounds she made got to him, and he cursed.

"Fuck Isabella, you feel so good."  He picked up his pace and growled, kissing her deep.  She bucked her hips against him, he moaned.  She scratched his back and he thrust deep and hard.  She used her legs and pulled him in deep, he cursed again. With one hand he moved her legs up his back and her arms around his neck.  He grabbed her waist and stood up. He lifted her up and down on his hard cock as he stood in the middle of her bedroom, she couldn't take it anymore, and she screamed out and came with a hard shudder. He felt the flood of her run down his shaft.  The scent of them mixed together filled his head, he felt his legs shake.  He placed her back on the bed, thrust deep, again and again until he exploded deep inside of her.  The warmth of her walls wrapped around his throbbing cock was an amazing sensation. He got light-headed.  He collapsed on top of her.  That was the first time that Isabella had multiple orgasms in the shower.  What she was unaware of was the fact that as soon as Ellington walked out of her door, he contemplated coming back to her and ravaging her all night, but he didn't.  He had decided during the course of the night that she was a good girl, she deserved more. He thought she deserved so much better than him.  Her scent, whatever perfume she was wearing, he thought it was sexy as hell.  His head still spinning from their kiss and her scent enveloping him, his groin was throbbing.  He thought about scrolling through his phone and making a quick call, he changed his mind. He had his driver take him home, he undressed, jumped in the shower and thought about Isabella until he was able to release his pent up tension.  Neither one of then knew they that they had the exact same fantasy that night.

Ellington

He woke up the next morning when his alarm went off and just laid there for a moment, enjoying the fact that he'd had another nightmare free sleep. He grabbed his phone off of the nightstand and checked his text messages and his emails.  He had an email from his dad.  He had sent it yesterday asking him to come into the office and help him today.  He really wished his father would join the technology revolution and embrace texting. He shook his head, hopped out of the bed, threw on his gym shorts and a tank.  He was about to get in his daily work out when he decided to go for a run instead.  He needed it this morning, he needed to clear his head and sort out this Isabella situation.  He figured he had enough time to get in about forty-five minutes today. He wanted to get to the office before his father and research a couple of foreign markets.  Time zone differences meant he worked more than the traditional nine to five some days, that plus the fact that he was junior partner.   Just as he was about to walk out of the door he heard his phone ding, an email alert, he decided to check it just in case his father decided he didn’t need him after all. It was an email from his assistant Janis, informing of him of an upcoming gala for a client.  He skimmed the details for all of the pertinent info like date and time.  He'd been to enough of these things to know what to expect.  Janis told him in the email that two tickets were on his desk for the event next Friday night.  He knew he wouldn't have a problem finding someone to take, he'd figure it out later.  He grabbed his iPod, his key and headed out the door.  On his run, Isabella popped into his head, he started to wonder all types of things about her like; if she was still sleeping, what did she look like while she slept, what did she sleep in?  He still couldn't believe he left last night.  After he left he told himself that she deserved better, but today he wanted to see her again, no he needed to see her again.  He knew he shouldn't, he would probably just break her heart.  He would see her one more time, this time he wouldn't leave. He needed to get her out of his system, the only way he knew to do that was to do what he always did, sleep with her and move on.  He thought
What if I don't move on this time? 
He picked up the pace of his run, maybe he would figure out something by the end of it.