To Be Wanted
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George sighed as he watched her feminine frame moving about the kitchen cleaning up their dinner. “I can help with that you know.”
Jessica smiled at him. “I know, but it’s alright. I’m used to doing it by myself.” She regretted the words as soon as she’d said them. “I’m sorry, George.”
Shaking his head, he winked at her. “No need to apologize, Lass. I love that you always speak the truth.” He moved to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her and pressing her back against him.
“You’re nervous, Jessie. Why?”
“I…” how could she tell him?
“It’s alright, Lass.” George kissed her ear. “I’m just happy spending the evening with you. I want nothing more.”
“George.” She breathed. “Yes, you do.”
“I should have said it differently.” George turned her so that she was looking up at him. “I do want more, but I know that you’re nervous. I’m willing to wait for something more as long as you want and need me to.” He winked at her. “But don’t think I won’t be trying my best to maybe…persuade…you a bit.”
She laughed then sighed. “Oh George.” She leaned into his embrace, her arms wrapping around his waist.
“Come on, Jessie. Let’s forget the dishes until later. Come sit with me by the fire. I want to hear more about your life in Cabot Cove.”
Smiling up at him, she caressed his cheek. “Thank you, George.”
Jessica bit her lip. It had been so many years since she’d lost her beloved Frank, and even more since she’d felt this nervous about a man looking at her as George had been looking at her for most of the night.
His green eyes seemed to be darker each time he looked at her. His voice seemed to become deeper with each word he said. The touches that had started off simple and mere signs of affection, were now caresses that sent little tingles along her nerves. The words that had been polite chitchat, now held more than one meaning. His hand held hers a bit longer. His fingers tucked a wayward curl behind her hair a bit more than usual.
Heaven help her.
She was too old for this. It had been too long. She didn’t know what to do. She had only ever dated one man, and she had been married to him for over twenty years. She hadn’t been that good with this kind of thing when she was young…and now that she was older.
“Heaven help me.” She whispered when she heard George calling her.
Taking one last look at herself in the mirror, Jessica smoothed the satin of her gown and closed her eyes. A definition she’d once given to a student who had been trying to write a love story sounded in her ears.
Desire…to be wanted.
And it felt good to be wanted. Even if she was scared nearly out of her wits.