Worth Waiting For (10 page)

He looked over at her
again. She hadn’t said much since the incident in the shower. Maybe she was
embarrassed she’d told him.
Nothing to be ashamed about.
Not her fault she couldn’t get pregnant.

And was it really the
reason her husband had opted to run off with another woman? He had to be crazy.
Sure, reproducing and keeping your DNA out there in the world was a big issue
for most guys, but for Christ’s sake, he’d married this woman for better or
worse. What was wrong with adoption? Brock’s best friend at school had been
adopted. Nicest and most intelligent guy he’d ever met.

Kate looked across
the kitchen at him. He smiled. She smiled back. The lady was hurting inside,
and he was going to make her feel better.

He’d take her out for
a meal to cheer her up. He laughed out loud as he thought on what he was going
to do for her and saw Kate and Henri glance over at him.
Shit, they probably think I’m simple or something.

He walked over to
Kate. “Will you have dinner with me tonight?”

She stopped chopping
vegetables and looked at him.

“I mean I’ll take you
out. I don’t have much money, but I’d like to treat you to a meal outside of
your own restaurant.”

Kate didn’t say
anything but then Henri bumped her arm. “The lady accepts,” said Henri.

***

It took quite a bit of
arm-twisting from all her workers to convince Kate to take the evening off and
dine with Brock. He hadn’t told her where they were going, so she wasn’t sure
what to wear, casual or dressy. In the end she’d opted for her blue floral
dress and white sandals. She’d put her hair up in a ponytail and secured it
with an artificial blue flower.

Brock arrived right
on time. He’d finished cleaning up the kitchen in the restaurant and gone to
his boat to change. He was back at the restaurant at 8 p.m. sharp.

He stood at the back
door looking more handsome than ever in black dress pants and a white shirt
with its top three buttons open, allowing his ample chest hair to peek out over
its edges. “You look beautiful,” he said as she closed the door on the way out.

She followed him down
the path, and it became obvious they were crossing over the road onto the
cobblestone path that led to the boats. “Would I know this restaurant where
we’re going?” she asked.

“No, it’s a new one.”

Shit, not more competition, and so close to my place
.

She laughed with
relief as he stepped on board his own boat and offered her his hand. She
climbed up on deck with him. “So you’ve launched a restaurant to compete with
me?”

“It’s only open for
tonight, and don’t worry because I didn’t do the cooking. Henri did.”

“Ah, now I know what
he was up to when he kept hiding bowls under the counter whenever I walked by.”
Kate followed Brock down to the living quarters and noticed that a table had
been set with yes, her flatware, and a tablecloth from the restaurant. Two
candles, also hers, flickered in the center.

She smiled when he
pulled out a wooden chair for her. Kate sat and Brock brought two bowls of soup
over to the table.

He sat down after reaching
for a basket of bread behind him.

“How’s the leak in
the boat?” asked Kate.

“Patched up for the
time being, so don’t worry that you’ll sink while you’re dining at Chez
Brock’s.”

She laughed again.
Brock made her do that a lot. “So can you afford both the boat repairs and
taking a lady out for a meal on the town?”

“Of
course.
Henri gave me his cut-rate price.”

“As long as Chez
Brock’s doesn’t try and steal him from me.”

“No, I think he’s
very loyal to you.”

“And his seafood
chowder is top of the line,” said Kate. She dipped some bread into the bowl and
wiped up the last of the soup with it before popping it into her mouth.
“
Ummm
, delicious.”

“Wait till you try
his grilled vegetable and salmon lasagna,” said Brock. He cleared away the soup
dishes and placed two plates on the table.

“Um, that’s strange. Chez
Brock’s
has exactly the same specials
tonight as my
restaurant.”

“What can I say? I’m
guilty of copyright infringement.” He cut into the lasagna and placed a hefty
slice on Kate’s plate.

“Wow, that’s a bit
too much. I won’t be able to move after all this food.”

“Don’t worry, because
dessert is very light, and sexy I might add.”

“Sexy?”

“Yeah, Henri’s French
so he gave me some suggestions on what to prepare, and how to serve it.”

“I think he’s leading
you astray.”

“Hey, don’t you fire him,
because if you do, I’ll steal him for my restaurant like that.” Brock snapped
his fingers.

“Copyright
infringement and also trying to poach my chef.”

“What can I say? It’s
a cutthroat business.”

Kate laughed, kicked
off her shoes and flexed her toes before running the big toe of her left foot
under the hem of Brock’s pants.

“The Frenchman’s food
is already working its magic. The lady is getting romantic and perhaps a little
frisky,” said Brock.

Kate couldn’t eat
another mouthful of the delicious lasagna. Anyone in town who was missing out
on this culinary delight was the biggest fool, even if she was biased about her
own chef. She put the fork down and leaned back, rubbing her belly. “I might
have to take a rain check on dessert,” she said.

“No you won’t. In
fact, by the time we get to that you might have burned off a lot of calories.”

“Are you going to
make me run around the harbor or something?”

Brock stood and
offered his hand to her and pulled her up so her face was mere inches from his.
“You think you can run in bare feet or even those sandals you were wearing?”

At first she thought
he really was serious about an after dinner jog, but when she saw him grinning,
she caught on and slapped his chest.

“I have a better and
more fun way of working off calories,” he said. He nibbled on her earlobe.

“Oh yeah, and what
would that be?”

“You really want to
know?”

He pulled her in
close, put his hands on her ass, and playfully kissed and bit her bottom lip.

“Does it involve us
getting naked?” asked Kate.

“It might.”

He grinned again and
for the first time she realized tiny dimples appeared in his cheeks when he
did. She put her finger on the left one. “This is all very nice of you,” she
said.

“It’s my way of
thanking you for giving me a job.” He kissed her, and then led her over to the
bed and indicated for her to sit. He brought over the two candles and set them on
the built-in nightstand. The lights from the harbor reflected on the water, and
inside the dim glow of the candles set a dreamy mood.

An irresistible combination for any woman.

“You ever made love
on a boat before?” he asked.

“Can’t
say that I have.”

He got onto the bed
beside her. “Me neither.”

Brock rubbed his hand
along her face before leaning in and kissing her.

She rolled back on
the bed while he set his body beside her.

He unfastened each of
the buttons on her dress and peeled the material apart like he was unwrapping
something priceless. His fingers brushed her skin, making Kate draw in her
breath.

She’d opted not to
wear a bra again, because the restaurant had been hot, and she felt like going
au naturel
tonight. Now she was glad she
had.

He ran his
hand over her right breast
a couple of times, barely making
contact with her skin, yet it set off a jolt of electricity throughout her
body. He lifted her up so he could pull down the dress, and tugged it off her
hips and legs while placing it at the top of the bed. Next he slipped his hand
down the front of her panties and placed it on her mound. Then he removed the
undergarments. They, too, joined the dress. “You ready for dessert yet?”

“Brock, I’m still
full.”

“You mind if I have
mine
?”

“Sure, if you must.” Well
this was a first. She sat up on her elbows and watched Brock head to the
kitchen.

He’d gotten her naked
and
very
worked up about the prospect of them making
love, and here he was only thinking about his stomach.

She laid her body
back down on the bed and gave a sigh she hoped he heard. She never thought
Brock was the type of guy who’d put his stomach before his cock.

The bed suddenly
shifted, causing Kate to glance down at the foot of it. She grinned when she
saw Brock holding two bowls, one containing melted chocolate and the other,
giant strawberries with their long stems still attached.

“That had you
guessing, didn’t it?” he asked. He got onto the bed next to her.

“No…okay, yes.”

He dangled one of the
strawberries over her chest and then dragged it down her upper belly and back
up to circle each of her nipples.

She giggled, not
realizing she was so ticklish. She laughed when Brock bit into the fruit.

“Tastes
so much better when it’s been swept across your body.”

“Glad to hear that.”
She wiped a tiny speck of strawberry juice from his bottom lip.

 
He leaned over and kissed her.

She could taste the
strawberry flavor on his lips and licked them clean of the sweet nectar.

“You want one?” he
asked her.

She nodded.

He held one over her
mouth, and she nibbled on it. This was fun and erotic. She would never look at
dessert the same way again.

He dipped his finger
in the melted chocolate and offered it to her.

She sucked until
every last bit had disappeared.

Brock dipped again
but this time instead of putting it into her mouth he made a trail of chocolate
down her belly and proceeded to lick it off. He dunked again and then this time
parted her legs and rubbed the chocolate over her clit and around the entrance
of her pussy. It was warm and wet, and felt oh-so-good. He set his body at the
end of the bed, brought her legs up, his arms under her thighs, and moved his
face down toward her pussy.

Kate groaned and
murmured as he began licking the chocolate from her body. “Brock, you are the
best lover I’ve ever had.”

“Glad to hear that.”
He applied more chocolate, this time pushing it up inside her. Its warmth and
sticky consistency made her pussy quiver. Wow, chocolate really was sexy.

Kate rolled her head
to the right side and gripped the bed cover as Brock’s tongue went in search of
the confectionery treat.

He flicked and
licked, flicked, and licked, and then sucked at her core making a tight seal
between her slit and his lips. That was all it took for her to climax.

She lifted her upper
body off the bed until she was sitting up with Brock’s arms securing her legs. She
put her hands on his shoulders.

The candlelight
flicked over his face.

She reached down and
stroked his skin, feeling tomorrow morning’s stubble already putting in an
appearance. Kate wanted him to fuck her in this position but he was clothed,
and for all she knew, not even hard yet. “Can we do it right like this…I mean
after I’ve undressed you?”

“Whatever
way you want.”

He released her legs
and Kate knelt on the bed and began undoing Brock’s shirt. She peeled the white
material away from his skin and kissed his chest as she pulled it over his
shoulders and down his arms. She tossed it on top of her dress and panties.

She unbuckled his
belt and tugged at the button of his slacks. Next she slowly unzipped his fly
and put her hand inside.

He was wearing boxers
tonight. His pubic hair tickled her palm.

Juices slipped from
her as her fingers grazed his rock-solid cock. She played with his balls for a while
and watched the grin, plus those lovely dimples, appear in his cheeks. That was
enough foreplay. She needed him inside her and soon. She pulled both the boxers
and pants down his legs in one hard tug.

He stepped out of
them and in one fluid movement kicked both pieces of clothing up with his right
foot and tossed them out of the way. Brock reached over to the side of the bed,
grabbed a foil package, and handed it to her. “Maybe you’ll do the honors
tonight.”

She took it from him,
ripped open the top, and pulled out the condom. She glided her hand over his
cock, lifted it slightly and rolled the condom onto him, hearing Brock groan in
the process.