Give In To Me

JC settled back on the sofa as Sarah put some CD’s in the stereo. It had been one of the most perfect days he could remember – ending with an incredible evening – and plans for a fantastic night. The day started with hot lovemaking. They had lingered in bed until late morning. She had left him to his standard 45-minute shower while she made breakfast. After breakfast, she had headed home, with a promise she’d make dinner at her place. He’d gone into the studio, working steadily and well. Knowing he’d spend the evening with Sarah, he had no distractions. At six-thirty, he’d headed for Sarah’s beach house. There he’d pestered her with teasing, sneaking kisses while she prepared dinner, until she finally shooed him out with a glass of wine. After dinner of stir-fry and wild rice, they had decided on a small fire in the fireplace for ambiance instead of lights, jazz music, and a glass of wine. The evening had left him feeling very married, settled but still romantic.

“I don’t think there is anything sexier than saxophone,” Sarah announced as she sat with her back against his chest.

“Nothing?” he asked teasingly as his lips nibbled her neck.

“I meant music, you moron,” she giggled.

“I agree. Saxophone and jazz practically whisper ‘let’s make love’.”

“Especially this one coming up.” Sarah hit the ‘play’ button on the remote and sensuous saxophone music wafted through the room. “It begs for a love scene.”

After the first few notes, JC grinned. “Eugene Grove.”

“Mmm…I love this particular song – ‘Give In To Me’.”

“Why?” he asked innocently as he possibly could. Knowing full well it was a song he had written with some friends and sang lead on.

“The sax and that man’s voice.”

JC started singing along, his voice husky with sensual undertones.

Sarah pulled away to stare back at him. “It’s you!” she demanded incredulously.

“Uh-huh.” He chuckled when she playfully smacked his shoulder. “Hey, now!”

“That song has been making me horny since the first day I heard it!”

JC’s grin grew broader. “I made you horny before we ever met!” he crowed.

She put her back to him again. “It’s a great make-out song.”

More than making out, he thought. He turned serious, gently biting at her neck. “Yeah, it is.”

“I put that and Joe’s ‘Peep Show’ on when I need to get into the mood to write a hot scene,” she confessed.

“Let’s hit continuous replay and act out one of your hot scenes,” he suggested.

She hit the ‘repeat’ button on the remote and tossed it aside, then turned in his arms. “I’ve got a better idea. The stereo is piped into every room in the house – we can create our own love scene anywhere we want.”

“Baby, you are a genius.” JC scooped her up, carrying her to the bedroom. Once there, he set her to her feet. While he put the bedside lamp on the lowest setting, she pulled the covers down on the bed. He lost his shoes and socks as she bent to remove her sandals. When she turned back to him, he pulled her close, swaying them to the music, their bodies rubbing sensuously together.

JC slid his hands beneath the baby tee she wore to caress the silky flesh of her back. In response, he felt her hands on his belt. Soon it slithered to the floor. He moved his hands moved up and around, cupping her firm breasts. She moaned softly, her mouth reaching for his. The kiss they shared was slow to build, a small flame building into a firestorm of passion. Her hands moved under his shirt, stroking his rippling abs up to his solid chest. Tearing his mouth from away from hers, he sent it down her throat, sucking at the heavy pulse point at the base until she stepped back. Her dark eyes locked on his, she grasped the hem of her shirt and slowly pulled it up her body until she removed it and dropped it to the floor. Not releasing his hold on her gaze, he did the same.

Sarah came back to him, going down on her knees. She pulled the talon of his jeans zipper down with her teeth, making him groan at the blatant sexuality of the act. Slowly, she glided her hands down the back of his legs, taking his pants and shorts with them. His manhood sprang out eagerly, brushing her cheek. Her talented tongue swept up and down like he was a tasty, long-lasting sucker, making him moan. She took his entire length into her mouth and soon he was pumping down her throat.

JC assisted her to her feet and made quick work of her jeans and panties. Lifting her to the bed, he came down over her, holding himself above her on his elbows, kissing her again and again. His mouth descended down her body. He stopped to tease and nurse her tightly furled nipples before tracing his tongue down farther to seek her treasure. She gasped when he found her, sending her to new heights, then he came to her, filling her.

Sarah urged him to his side. She raised one leg over his waist. Slipping an arm beneath her leg, he raised her to fit more tightly against him. Cupping her bottom in his hands, he held her closer still as they rocked together. She could feel the rippling muscles of his back beneath her calf as they moved together towards a slow, delicious ecstasy. No words had been needed. The music provided the soundtrack of their loving, accompanied by only soft gasps, low moans and sweet sighs. When rapture washed over them, only then, did they cry out each other’s names.

JC rolled to his back, carrying Sarah with him, letting her rest against him until breath returned. Presently, he reached for the bedside volume control and turned the speakers to a mere whisper. She raised her head after a long moment and smiled. There was something soft, sated, and tender in her whole demeanor. He’d never seen that before in her. “When I recorded that song, I never knew that something like this could be the end result,” he murmured wonderingly.

“I bet not.” Sarah reached for a lingering kiss. “You are a very talented man, Mr. Chasez – in more ways than one.”

“Will I be reading this scene in your next book?”

She shook her head. “I don’t do that, JC. What happens between us, stays between us.”

That pleased him. Sarah, even if she didn’t realized it, had just fulfilled one of a lover’s tenants – what was between them stayed between them and was not shared. “I appreciate that, sweet thing.”

Sarah moved off of him to reach for a sheet to cover them, then cuddled against his side.

“Enough of your life is out there. What happens in our bed doesn’t need to be.”

‘Our bed’. Did she realize what she had said? He thought not. Slowly, she had been giving over to him more every day. He didn’t know if it was love on her part, but it felt like it most of the time. If she wouldn’t call it love, she cared and cared deeply. She was sensitive to his feelings more times than not. The angry fights he had expected had never erupted in their two weeks together. And JC had been blissed-out.

“I guess, I should go turn the stereo off and make sure the fire screen is up,” she sighed. “But I like the idea of you singing me to sleep.”

“I’ll get the stereo and the fire, baby. Then I’ll sing you to sleep in person.”

JC rose to walk out of the room as she watched. He had a fine build, lean and muscular without being lumpy. She’d never gone for the body-builder types anyhow. When he returned, she noticed he was at half-staff. “That song gets to you, too,” she remarked as he slid in next to her in bed and killed the bedroom light.

“Now, it does,” he mused, knowing it aroused her had a profound effect on his libido.

Her arms went around his neck as she urged him over her. “Knowing it’s you makes it even more potent.”

“Sarah, we don’t have to—“

“Yes, we do.” She licked at the throbbing pulse above his lion medallion. “You’re leaving tomorrow morning and it’s gonna be a long drought.”

“You planning on missing me, Sarah?” There was that crinkle between her brows he had come to know when she was vexed and chagrinned about something. “I’ll miss the hell out of you, baby. Every day,” he offered, hoping to hear a similar confession from her.

She flashed a rueful smile. “You’ll be the first one I’ll give a second thought to, that’s for sure.”

“We aren’t ending, baby. I have to be in Orlando and on tour, but you’re my home base now,” he assured her.

“I’m a landing pad,” she giggled.

“No. You’re home,” he told her seriously.

“JC—“

“Not negotiable, Sarah.” He held himself ready for a blaze of her famous temper – and was actually surprised when she sighed softly instead.

“I never meant for this to happen.”

“Don’t be sorry. It’s been so good for both of us.”

“It has, hasn’t it?” Sarah was somewhat bemused her writing had not been interrupted by his continual presence. If anything, her words ran truer. She could imagine her heroine doing anything to save her lover. Though she’d never admit it to JC, he could ask the world of her – because he knew how to give it back.

“I love you, Sarah.” He needed to say it. He felt it constantly; but he knew the words unsettled her, so he held them back. Not tonight. Not when he flew across the country from her and didn’t know when he could see her again.

She gave him a pained smile, accepting his statement. JC was good with spoken words; she was not. “I know, baby.” Sarah was finished with words. “Let’s let our bodies tell each other good-bye,” she whispered as she arched against him. “Mine’ll miss yours a whole lot.”

So, she didn’t want words, JC thought. Well, his body knew how to speak for him.

The others in the group had never met JC’s lady, only Joey. Joey had used words like man-eater and hottie. JC used sweet and vulnerable when he described his Sarah. When JC said she was the one bringing him to the airport, they didn’t know what to expect – mata hari or an adoring girl. Sarah Chase had to land somewhere in between. The woman who accompanied JC was just that – a woman. She didn’t appear to be the rumored thirty-five, but she wasn’t a blushing eighteen year old either. She wore jeans and a soft blue chambray shirt, one that possibly belonged to JC, knotted at the waist. No scarlet lipstick or heavily mascaraed eyelashes. She might have been wearing lip balm.

“Doesn’t look like she’d eat me alive,” Lance remarked to Joey as JC approached with Sarah.

“He’s made some changes in her,” Joey replied, astonished that this was Sarah Chase.

“She’s made some changes in him. I don’t recall ‘C looking so relaxed without him being asleep,” Justin mused.

Chris merely observed.

“Hey, guys!” JC called as he neared the cluster of people. “Get to know this face well,” he announced to the entire entourage of security and assistants. “This lady has access to me twenty-four/seven. Sarah Chase, everybody. Everybody, Sarah.”

Lance offered his hand. “Since he isn’t going to bother with individual introductions, “I’m Lance.”

A slight Southern drawl. Blond. Green-eyed. Baby face. Sarah catalogued this Lance for memory. “With a voice like that, you should be in a blues band,” she told him.

“Don’t give him any ideas,” JC told her. “You’ve met Joey.”

“Hello again, Joey.”

“Justin.” JC pointed out a tall, young man with a boyish smile.

“Hiya, Sarah.” Justin pumped her hand.

“Chris.” JC pointed to the darker, shorter man beside Justin.

Though this was the man JC described as the clown of the group, Sarah saw a depth in his eyes. “Nice to meet you, Chris.”

“We gotta get movin’!” someone announced.

There were murmurs of agreement.

“God, this is hard,” JC muttered to Sarah.

“Cellphones, emails, IM’s,” Sarah reminded him.

“I’ll make a pest out of myself.”

“Then I’ll block you,” she laughed.

“Just don’t say good-bye, okay? Don’t jinx it.”

In a move unexpected of the very private Sarah, she pulled his head down for a deep kiss. “Take care, baby. Now, go on.”

“Sarah…” JC was helplessly torn.

She gave him a gentle shove. “Go!”

He laughed. “Don’t push! I’ll go.” Just before he took the turn that would put her from his sight, JC made one final glance back.

Sarah blew him a kiss, then put her back to him and walked away.

Though they had shared two nearly perfect weeks together, JC felt a kind of desperation grab at him.