Page 38 of Securing Jane

She had a feeling Storm had just ruined her for sleeping alone in her double bed. Closing her eyes, Jane sighed in contentment. Within seconds, she was dead to the world.

* * * *

Storm woke first the next morning, and it only took a second or two to remember that Jane had stayed the night. The light from the bathroom illuminated the room enough for him to see her. She was currently sleeping on her side next to him. He recalled pulling her into his arms the night before, but obviously sometime during the night, they’d both shifted. But what had his heart beating faster was the fact that, while lying next to him, she’d reached out in her sleep to touch him. Her hand was resting on his forearm and the slight weight felt like a brand. One he liked a hell of a lot.

How long he lay there watching Jane sleep Storm didn’t know. It was still dark outside, but his internal clock told him his alarm would be going off soon. They both had to get to work, but he knew he’d treasure this moment for a long time. He hoped he never took it for granted, the peace and serenity he got from having Jane by his side. He didn’t feel anxious around her, except for her safety.

The second his alarm blared, Storm reached out a hand to shut it off, then turned back to Jane. Her eyes were now open, and she was staring at him.

“Good morning,” he said softly.

“Morning,” she returned.

He loved the sleepiness he saw in her brown eyes. He wouldn’t mind seeing it every morning for the rest of his life…

That thought should’ve scared the hell out of him, but instead it merely felt right.

“Sleep well?” he asked.

“Better than I have in a very long time…not including last weekend.”

Storm smiled. “You want to shower first?” he asked.

“Yeah. You take two-point-three seconds to shower and it takes me longer to get ready,” Jane said without any heat in her tone.

It was true. He’d learned to take very short showers and hadn’t been able to break the habit. “I’ll go down and start the coffee while you’re showering. You want toast?”

“Please,” she said.

When he started to roll out of the bed, her hand tightened on his arm. “Storm?”

He turned back to her. “Yeah, baby?”

“Were you serious last night?”

“About what?”

“About me staying over more?”

“One hundred percent,” he replied.

“Good. Because I’m thinking there’s nothing I’d like more than to fall asleep in your arms and wake up to see you smiling at me. I feel like I’ve waited my whole life for you.”

Storm swore he could feel his heart swell three times its normal size…kinda like the Grinch’s did in the famous story. He leaned over and kissed Jane on the lips. Not pushing to deepen the kiss, but letting her know that her words meant the world to him. “I feel the same,” he told her quietly.

Then before he did something that would make them both late for work, he climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom. After a quick pit stop, and then putting on a pair of cotton pants, he headed for the doorway. He looked back and saw Jane walking toward the bathroom. The boy shorts she was wearing had ridden up, and he could see the round cheeks of her ass sticking out the bottom. And just like that, he was hard.

Groaning quietly, Storm forced himself to exit his room and head for the kitchen. He’d never lived with a woman before, not once in his forty-seven years, but he was definitely seeing the appeal at the moment. But only because it was Jane. He knew she thought she wasn’t skinny enough, didn’t have the right job…but to him, she was perfect.

They had no time for anything sexual this morning, but on Friday night, all bets were off. He couldn’t wait.

* * * *

Jane headed out of Storm’s townhouse with him and toward the parking lot.

“We should just go to the base together,” he told her.

Jane shook her head. “I love staying with you, but I need my car,” she told him. “Sometimes I do errands over my lunch break, and I know you sometimes need to leave base too. It’s more practical to drive separately.”