Chapter Twelve
They had lunch and Jayson left for his office. He wanted Karen to rest and rejoin the next day, so she arranged all her stuff in his huge walk-in closet. Tomorrow she would go to Austen with Jayson to buy her wedding dress and his tuxedo.
She wanted to cook dinner herself so Sally just completed her cleaning and left. She cooked cajun pork stew, roasted broccoli and potato salad and cornbread. She took a shower and changed into a black a-line dress that accentuated her curves and went down to lay the table.
Jayson came in the moment she laid the dinner plates. He looked at her and his breath caught in his throat. He strode towards her with purpose.
"You're back? freshen up, I I'll serve you dinner," she blabbered nervously, seeing him come towards her.
He came in front of her and kneeled down on one knee, "I know, I didn't propose to you the conventional way. So, here I am, trying to give you the experience. So, will you be mine forever, Karen. Will you marry me? " he asked, and she saw the ring clutched in his one hand, as his other hand held hers.
"Yes, Jayson, thank you. It means a lot that you thought so much about my feelings, " she said as he placed the beautiful ring on her finger. It was exquisitely designed with a solitaire diamond set in the centre and embedded smaller diamonds set about it forming a halo.
"I'll always think about you," he said as he got up and pulled her into his arms. "I missed you. What have you been doing when I was away?" He asked, his face embedded in her neck as he breathed her in.
She trembled like a leaf. "I made dinner for you," she said shyly.
"Who wants dinner when I only want to devour you?" He asked and she felt hot and bothered already by his statement. "I want to make love to you every second, every minute, every hour, every day, every night till you see only me in your dreams," he whispered. He didn't know that she saw only him in her dreams.
"Not before the wedding, Jayson. Please go freshen up," she said, but he didn't move an inch.
"I can't survive till the wedding, " he groaned, his tongue licking her jawline.
"Jay, please," she coaxed.
"Ok, give me a kiss, I'll go and take a cold shower," he insisted and pulled her flush against his torso. What was wrong with him? He was already behaving like a possessive lover.
She tried to extricate herself and run to the kitchen, but he picked her up and placed her on the table. Her tight dress rode up, showing her lacey black panties. Her cheeks coloured brightly as she tried to pull her dress down. Trying to get down, she collided with Jayson's body as he stood between her legs. His eyes mesmerised by her exposed legs. His hand touched her bare thighs and she closed her eyes.
"Jay, " she moaned his name. Her whole body was throbbing for his touch. She wanted him to touch her.
He lowered his head and claimed her lips in a slow, lingering and passionate kiss. His hand stroked her thighs, up and down and everytime it went upwards, she arched into him. Yet he didn't touch her. She kissed him back as passionately as he had. When they were too breathless to continue, they broke apart to steady their breaths.
He put her down from the table and kissed her forehead, "Lay the table, I'll just come down in a minute," he said and then went upstairs to their bedroom to freshen up.
Calming herself slowly by taking deep breaths, she laid the table. She brought in the food and Jayson came back, freshly showered, wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a white tee shirt. He smelled so good that Karen wanted to kiss him again.
Confused at her reaction towards him, she served the food and they ate. "This is delicious. You're a very good cook," he said.
"Thanks," she answered shyly.
"I've sent an email to Farrell Corps today, asking them to send me a detailed report on the training that they'd given you and the amount spent behind it. I've also asked them for a copy of the deed of agreement that you might have signed," said Jayson.
"Thank you, Jayson," she said.
"Jay," he prompted.
"Thank you, Jay," she said. They finished dinner and rinsed the dishes and placed them in the dishwasher. Jayson went upstairs to their room, while she cleaned the table and stored the leftovers in the refrigerator. She was trying her best to avoid going upstairs. She wanted him to go to sleep first.
How would she sleep on the same bed as Jayson knowing they both wanted each other? She killed thirty minutes and then went upstairs to the bedroom. Thankfully Jayson was lying on the bed under the duvet and he looked like he was fast asleep.
Sighing in relief, she took her pyjama shorts and top to the en-suite to change. Afterwards she tiptoed out and climbed into the bed, on her side. She didn't wish to wake him up, so she slept without a duvet. Suddenly Jayson's strong arms swooped her and pulled her under the duvet and crushed her to his warm bare chest, holding her tightly against him.
"Jay, what are you doing?" She asked, her cheeks warm with embarrassment.
"Sleeping with you," he answered, looking down at her. So, he wasn't asleep.
"Please, I I'm n not ready f for it," she stammered nervously.
"I know. Just sleep," he said, placing his arm possessively around her waist. Her chest collided with his bare chest, her head on his bare biceps.
How could she sleep like this? She already felt hot and aroused. "Can I turn around please?" She whispered.
He turned her and her back touched his chest. His arm pulled her tightly against his body and his face embedded in her hair, smelling her sweet sweet smell. This was such a bad idea, Karen felt. She could now feel his hard arousal poking her from behind. God how would she sleep now?
"Good night. Sleep well while you can. After the wedding, I won't let you," Jayson said and she closed her eyes, her cheeks were permanently flushed around him.
Jayson was hard already. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep. Making love to her was all he thought about the whole night. He just couldn't wait for the wedding. He should have got married in three days instead of a week. Would he survive a week?
