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Marla went to the couch and laid down, covering herself with her blanket as the dogs settled in around her. Tears silently rolled down her cheeks. He had made her feel embarrassed and violated at the admission of her virginity.
After a full week of Pete being her constant companion Marla was ready to scream. Now that Pete knew that she was a virgin he acted as if she had a highly contagious disease, never getting within two feet of her. She had no idea men reacted this way about such things. Marla had always assumed being a virgin was a virtue, not a stigma. Live and learn, and boy had she learned. When she finally reached her breaking point she asked Pete how much longer he would have to be stuck with her. There hadn’t been anymore incidents since Brett had been detained, so as far as she was concerned Pete’s job was over. She didn’t care who was after her or why, all she cared about was that it stopped. He could work on the case without hanging around her all the time.
“Pete, how much longer do you think Captain Perkins will make you stay with me?” Marla tried to put the emphasis on the fact that it was an inconvenience for him and not that she wanted him to leave.
“I have no idea. Do you need to stop anywhere before we head home?” Pete asked before they left the parking lot of the bakery.
“No, not unless you have someplace you need to hit.”
Marla decided to call Captain Perkins tomorrow after the morning rush and talk to her directly. Her schedule had gone down the tubes with Pete around and she needed to get her life back. Maybe then she could get back to her cheery, personable self. If one more person asked if she was all right she swore she’d scream.
“I’m all set. What would you like for dinner tonight,” Pete asked.
“Umm, I’m not really hungry, I’ll make whatever sounds good to you. Would you like hamburgers on the grill?”
“I can’t help but notice that you haven’t been eating much and I can see you’ve lost weight. Are you all right?” Pete asked, not realizing he was probably the fifteenth person that had asked her that question today.
“Look Pete, you don’t have to pretend to be concerned about me. I’m fully aware how you feel about me and I can take care of myself, so don’t worry about it.” Marla tried to hold back her anger but she didn’t think she had pulled it off.
“Oh, really? That’s pretty interesting since I’m not even sure how I feel about you. Please, enlighten me. Tell me how I feel.”
“It’s pretty damn obvious you barely tolerate me. Ever since we kissed and then you apologized. Once you found out I’m a virgin you’ve acted like I have a terrible disease. You skitter around me and go out of your way not to be near me. I may have no memory but that doesn’t mean I’m stupid.” Marla swiped at the tears running down her face as they pulled into the driveway. As soon as the car was stopped she ran into the house and went straight into the bathroom. She allowed herself a few minutes of crying into a folded towel before she got a grip on herself and washed her face. When she finally came out of the bathroom she spotted Pete in the backyard playing with the dogs so she started dinner.
Now that she thought about it she probably owed Pete an apology. He couldn’t help how he felt and she had no right to be mad just because he didn’t feel the same way she did. True, he could have handled it better, but he was who he was. Pete came into the house and walked to the bathroom. Marla heard the shower running and decided to wait until he was done before putting the burgers onto the grill. When the burgers were done she called him into dinner.
He sat down quickly, not saying a word, and assembled his burger. Just before he took his first bite he slammed the burger back onto his plate and pointed his finger at her.
“You have it all wrong about me. How dare you judge me! I could have had someone else be your bodyguard but I didn’t. You know why? I’ll tell you, it’s because I’m crazy about you! There, now you know how I feel. Are you happy now? I didn’t stay away from you because you repulsed me. I stayed away so I wouldn’t put my hands all over you. And that kiss. MAGIC! Fucking. Magic. I didn’t sleep the rest of the night because of you. All I could think about was you! Dammit woman, you’ve got me tied-up in knots, what else do you want?” Pete was amazed that Marla was smiling at him instead of being angry.
“Then why did you apologize after the kiss?”
“Because I’m a stupid ass and thought it wasn’t professional behavior.”
“Oh.” Marla answered simply as she pushed his hands away from the table and sat in his lap. She kissed him on his forehead and worked her way down from there. All the while his hands started small fires of passion as they worked their way over her sensitive nipples, hardening them through her blouse and bra. Marla felt his erection against her bottom, exciting her even more. When she couldn’t stand it another second Pete lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom, closing the door behind them.
Pete laid her gently onto the bed, kissing her all the way, slowly and deeply. It took every ounce of restraint he had to keep it slow and gentle while his body was galloping at full speed ahead. Her body was smooth, soft and silky, just as he had imagined every night as he lay in bed, dreaming of this moment. Unbuttoning her blouse slowly, he explored every inch of her first with his hands and then with his mouth. Savory flavors of passion lay throughout Marla’s body, heat building between her legs, making her restless, as Pete explored and tasted her. Marla wasn’t patient as she ripped open Pete’s shirt, exposing his muscled, masculine chest. Captivated by his musky sensuality Marla closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure, arching her back as Pete set her body on fire. When she couldn’t take another moment of ecstasy she began to beg Pete to take her. He smiled into her beautiful eyes and continued his sensual ministrations, moving his hand to her silky hot mound, spreading her legs as his fingers entered her. She was dripping with excitement and he couldn’t resist tasting her, savoring her between her silken folds, applying his tongue to her passion point until she climaxed wildly. He didn’t give her time to recover before he began another assault, this time with his fingers. Marla frantically undid Pete’s trousers and pushed his slacks and underwear down in one quick thrust. She cupped and massaged his sac before she finally embraced his engorged shaft, amazed that it could be both silky soft and hard as a rock at the same time. It had never in her wildest dreams occurred to her that love making would be so spectacular, so all consuming and yet so tender and sweet. Pete finally poised his shaft at Marla’s feminine opening, Marla beckoning him in willingly.
“You’re sure you want this?” Pete asked before thrusting inside her liquid warmth.
“Pete please, I’m begging you, come inside. Let me feel you move inside me.”
She didn’t have to ask twice as Pete moved slowly into Marla until he felt her virginal barrier. Before he could ask one last time if Marla wanted this, Marla wiggled down onto his shaft, breaking her barrier in an instant. Once Marla realized the painful part was over she encouraged Pete with words of endearment as he continued to plunge deeper and deeper.
She was so tight Pete was afraid he was too much for her but Marla matched his thrusts with loud moans of pleasure. Her body danced in perfect synchronization to their mutual climax, both shouting their pleasure loudly, victoriously. He was careful to not collapse onto Marla while he pulled her into his arms, rolling them both onto their sides. He kissed her over and over, tenderly and deeply until passion started to arouse him again. They laid together, stroking and caressing each other.
“Are you okay, baby? Did I hurt you?” Pete asked, concerned and a little afraid of the answer.
“I’ve been so stupid! Why did I ever wait so long to do this? It was, from what I can remember, the single most wonderful experience ever! God Pete, it was awesome, you’re awesome. Thank you, Pete. How long before we can do it again?” Marla loved the rumble of his chest as he laughed deeply.
“I’ve
created a monster!” Pete answered in mock angst. Marla pushed Pete onto his back, straddling his hips and running her hands over his chest, but she felt his answer between her legs as Pete hardened instantly at her touch. Reaching up he cupped her inviting breasts in his hands, working her nipples to their own erection.
After making love again both of them needed two things, food and sleep. Pete went into the kitchen and Marla heard him cuss quietly. A few minutes later he returned to bed with bottled water, sliced cheese, crackers, grapes and strawberries.
“I think the dogs really enjoyed the burgers, except the pickles. I found those on the floor. I didn’t even get one bite and they smelled so good too.” Pete complained.
“I’ll make more tomorrow, how’s that sound?” Marla munched on a cracker.
“Deal. Can we have fries too?” He gave her his best puppy dog eyes, batting his eyelashes.
“Maybe, if you’re good, oh wait, you are good.” Marla laughed.
When they were done eating Pete drew a warm bath for Marla, explaining that she was probably sore and that tomorrow she’d be glad she’d soaked for a while. He carried her into the bathroom and placed her in the warm, steamy water, sliding slowly in with her when she wouldn’t let go of his neck. They lain in the quiet scented water together, each absorbed in their own thoughts and both smiling broadly and kissing leisurely. They got out only when their skin was wrinkled and the water had cooled. Once they were dry, they crawled between the sheets and fell asleep, holding each other in a loving embrace.