Worth the Wait

chapter 15


“Why were you a twenty-nine-year-old virgin?”

Tasha froze mid-step. They’d spent what was left of the morning exploring the sites in downtown Charleston and were walking back to his car after ending the day on the Isle of Palms. He’d still been upset about his mother’s call, so she’d made an effort to keep his mind off of things. True to his promise, he didn’t complain as she’d dragged him through the old slave market, into the various shops and around the College of Charleston campus.

Surprisingly, he’d opened up about his childhood memories of hunting and fishing with his brother and father. Though he’d tried to appear relaxed, his tense shoulders and compressed lips proved he was in pain. She’d quickly changed the subject to the joys and pains of growing up under her father’s strict rule.

A breeze blew her hair into her face and she pushed it away. She would have preferred to put it in a ponytail, but he’d asked her to keep it loose. “What did you say?”

“I didn’t stutter. Why were you still a virgin?”

She laughed and started walking again. “Religious beliefs.”

He snorted. “Come on, Tasha. Give me more than that.”

She sighed. “I’m serious. I grew up with my parents telling me it was a sin to sleep with someone before you were married. My dad preaches about it as much at home as he does in church. As I got older and realized there were a lot of people sinning, my parents scared us on the consequences of sex, like disease and pregnancy.”

“You can prevent both,” he said.

“Says the man with a lifetime supply of condoms,” she said gently bumping him with her shoulder. “Yes, I know that. For a while it was fun to be the virgin.” He looked at her skeptically and she giggled. “I know it sounds silly, but it was. I was different from the other girls. Guys treated me differently. They respected me more. Plus, I was into the same things they were, working out and sports. It was fun. But as I got older, guys’ attitudes changed. They either looked at me as a challenge or undateable. The last guy I dated actually told me I was nice, but if we weren’t having sex then we should just end it.”

He took her hand and steered her out of the way of another couple going toward the beach on the path. He didn’t release her hand after. “I still don’t understand why you asked your favor.”

She shrugged. “I could have met my husband ten men ago, but maybe he was scared away because I was a virgin looking for marriage. I’m tired of the pressure to save myself for a man who might not be willing to wait.”

“That makes absolutely no sense.”

“Really, so you’re telling me you would marry someone without sleeping with them?”

He cringed. “No, but I don’t plan to ever get married. You caved in to the pressure.”

“No, I’m tired of waiting. I’m thirty years old. My best friend has amazing sex apparently with every guy she meets and I have to hear about it. My sister is married and I have to walk in on her and my brother-in-law feeling each other up in every room at their home. I’m the only single person I know and I want a husband, but I’m tired of scaring guys away with my ‘wait until marriage’ speech. Especially when I don’t believe waiting will make a man love me any more or less. I want to meet a guy, go out, feel attracted to him, and if it’s right, finally sleep with him.”

His brows furled, the afternoon sunlight reflected in his eyes making them appear light brown instead of their usual chocolate. “And if it doesn’t work out, then what? You’ve slept with someone no good and you’re still single. Except now you’re heartbroken.”

“Are you going to break my heart?”

He shook his head and laughed quietly. “Tasha … ”

“What we’re doing isn’t much different. I know you. I’m attracted to you, so we slept together. When it’s done my heart won’t be broken.”

“That’s because we aren’t dating. What if you fall in love and the guy doesn’t feel the same?”

She looked away. “Why do you act like you care? What happens after we’re finished doesn’t matter. I’m not going to sleep with every guy I meet. I can’t do the things I’ve done with you with just anyone. He has to be special.”

She dropped his hand and rushed ahead to the parking lot. He plan wasn’t fool proof. There was a likelihood that she’d still meet a guy just as sorry as Charles. But it was none of Jared’s business. Him acting as if he cared about her possibly getting hurt in the future caused her emotions, already wrapped into him more than they should be, to swell into dangerous territory.

They reached his car and she stopped her before getting in. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just curious, ya know?”

“Let’s just forget about it.” She said with a wave of the hand.

They rode back to his condo in companionable silence. Her heart rate picked up once they parked in the garage. Her body still ached wonderfully from the night before, but after spending the day with him just the idea of sleeping with him again made her wet.

“Hey, let’s walk down to the harbor.” He said once they got out of the car.

She groaned. “Really? We’ve walked all day. I’m tired.”

He took her hand and pulled her along. “Come on. I indulged you all day, you can give me this one thing.”

“Yeah, but it’s my birthday.”

The breezed carried the sound of his chuckle back to her. With a sigh, she stopped dragging her feet and followed him around the block to the front of the condominium. A guy dressed in jeans and a plaid shirt with long red hair pulled into a ponytail leaned against the building. He held a guitar in his hands and jumped up when they rounded the corner. Jared stopped and pulled her against his side.

“Why are we … ” her voice trailed off as the guy started singing happy birthday. His smooth alto voice glided over the words into the night air. Tasha gasped and looked to Jared, who grinned at her.

“Malcolm got the singing voice in our family. So I found someone to sing for me. Happy birthday, Tasha.”

She was in trouble. Deep trouble. Jared was more than the playboy she’d taken him form. His softer side was playing a number on her romantic’s heart and she was perilously close to wishing there was more to this situation.

“You didn’t have to.” She said after the guy finished singing.

Jared shrugged as if it were no big deal. “Hey, you only turn thirty once.” He turned to the guy and gave him pound. “Thanks, man.”

“No problem, Jared.” He smiled at Tasha. “Happy birthday, beautiful.” He saluted then turned and ambled down the street.

She tried to hide how much she appreciated the effort as she met Jared’s eye. “I can’t believe — ” He cut her off with a kiss. His warm tongue gently probed her mouth open. With a sigh, she wrapped he arms around his neck.

His dark eyes burned with desire when he broke the kiss. “Instead of telling me what I shouldn’t do, let’s go upstairs and end your birthday right.”

Without a word, she took his hand and rushed back to the entrance.

• • •

Tasha stood at one of the windows in Jared’s condo and stared at the boats gliding along the water in the Cooper River. It was Sunday. Time to go home and the end the best birthday weekend she’d ever had. It wasn’t just losing her virginity — although the sex had been amazing — it was spending time with Jared. The effort he’d put into making her birthday special was a gift she’d cherish forever. Despite his playboy persona, the man knew how to make a woman feel wonderful. It may be old hat for him, but she decided to accept it for what it was and celebrate in the fact that her thirtieth birthday and loss of virginity was a memory worth cherishing. Memories of the way he’d slowly made love to her the night before hijacked her mind causing her nipples to pebble beneath her shirt.

She shook her head and pressed her temples. They did not make love. It was sex. Sweet, wonderful, perfect sex, but that was all. Love had no place in this.

He came out of the bedroom carrying their overnight bags. His biceps, revealed by the red cutoff shirt he wore, flexed as he dropped them by the door. He was in basketball shorts and her gaze dropped to the crotch. Her face burned; just looking at the man summoned memories of what they’d done. When he walked over to stand beside her at the window, it took everything in her not to lean into him.

What do you say at the end of an affair? She looked to him for guidance, but he was scowling.

She touched her face. “What?”

He reached over and pulled the clip out of her hair. “Wear your hair down when we’re together.”

His long fingers caressed the base of her scalp. Her eyes fluttered, heat infused her, but she straightened her shoulders and stepped away. “I think we should stop before it gets out of hand.”

His scowl deepened. “Out of hand?”

She tucked her hair behind her ears. “Jared, I did this so that it would take the pressure off of dating. I still hope to find a husband. I can’t do that if I’m sleeping with you.”

He smiled devilishly and took her elbow to pull her close. “No one will be hurt if we sleep together until you meet someone else.”

She laughed softly, but pulled away. “Says the man with a trail of broken hearts behind him. No, this weekend was it. Thank you, for everything.”

He rolled his eyes and looked out the window. “You can stop thanking me for sex. The pleasure was all mine.”

“It’s not just the sex. Yesterday was … the best birthday I’ve ever had. Despite your mom’s call, you helped me celebrate in a beautiful city and now we can go home as friends. Nothing more.” She stared at him, hoping he wouldn’t see how hard it was for her to say those words.

Jared cocked a brow. Crossing his arms, he leaned against the window and watched her. “You’ve gotten a taste, Tasha. It won’t be so easy to forget.”

“You’re pretty confident.”

He shrugged and grinned. “I have a reason to be.” He motioned with his head for her to come closer.

A smart woman would refuse, but the smoldering of his dark eyes and curve of his lips was a temptation hard to deny. Her feet slid across the hardwoods as she approached. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. She melted against the heat of his body. Something flared in his eyes as they stared into hers. “You’ll call me when you want me, and I’ll be ready.”

She shivered. “I’m not calling.”

His head lowered until their lips barely touched. Gently he rubbed his nose across hers. Her face lifted, her breathing hitched, and he pressed her body against his.

Jared’s lips curved in a knowing grin. “I’ll be waiting.”

Straightening, he let her go and damned if she didn’t sway slightly with the loss of contact. Shaking the fog out of her head, she glared at him. His smile didn’t waiver. “I’ll take the bags down and we can go.”

She didn’t respond to his goading. God help her. She’d have to pray constantly to resist calling him.