Page 54 of The Coppersmith Farmhouse (Jamison Valley 1)
His hands jerked in mine. Clearly, he had not been expecting me to say that. Honestly, I was a bit surprised myself.
His eyes were staring at me intensely, like he was holding back from ripping me out of my seat and having his way with me in the back of my car. In a flash he was back at the wheel and peeling away from the side of the road, driving to the farmhouse at warp speed.
He didn’t say a word but I knew exactly what he was thinking.
We’d be locking my bedroom door tonight.
“Don’t freak out, Georgia. Don’t freak out. It’s just sex. Sure, sex with the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in your life. But still. It’s just sex. It will be fine. No reason to panic.”
I was giving myself a pep talk in the bathroom mirror.
It wasn’t helping.
Jess and I hadn’t spoken the rest of the way ba
ck to the farmhouse. I had been too busy planning how I could get Maisy out of there and Rowen to bed in record time.
Jess had given me a sexy smirk after parking the car and I’d winked at him before jumping out and moving quickly into the house.
After giving Maisy a quick hug and saying good-bye, I had ushered Roe upstairs for a bath. I’d breezed through bath and bedtime, so focused on my tasks that I hadn’t had time to start freaking out. But after Roe had fallen asleep during story time, I’d snuck out of her room and gone to my bathroom to get ready for bed.
Correction. Get ready for sex. Something I hadn’t had in a little over five years. And the last time, I’d gotten pregnant.
So here I was, staring at myself in the bathroom mirror. Telling Jess I wanted him to stay the night had been a huge effing mistake. All of the confidence I’d had in the car earlier had evaporated.
My hair was down and I was wearing a spaghetti-strap white tank top and a pair of light blue shorts. It was the raciest sleepwear I had.
I didn’t own sexy nightgowns, because I didn’t need them. Why would I? Besides Sunday when Jess stayed over, the only person to stay in my bed was Roe. And though she loved pretty things, I doubted she would truly appreciate an expensive silky lace chemise.
I’d heard him come into my bedroom earlier. Him and his perfectly sculpted muscles and strong, amazing body.
My body was not amazing. My breasts weren’t small but they weren’t big either. Just average. And those ten extra pounds were evenly distributed across my belly, hips, thighs and ass. I wasn’t fat but I wasn’t skinny either. Just average.
That was me. Average Gigi. And now I was moments away from being naked in front of not-so-average Jess.
Body issues aside, I was also freaking out because I hadn’t had sex in five years. Even though I’d wound up pregnant from a one-night stand at a friend’s wedding, I wasn’t promiscuous. Damn tuxedos and tequila.
Before Roe’s father, I’d had three lovers, none of whom had professed I was a sexual dynamo. In fact, Nate had told me repeatedly that I was horrible in bed. That his one night with me was the worst he’d ever had in his life.
I was sure Jess had more than four sexual partners in his past and certainly those women knew what they were doing. What if Jess dumped me after tonight because I was lousy at sex?
“Don’t freak out. Don’t freak out. Don’t freak out,” I chanted quietly.
“Georgia, you’ve been in there for thirty minutes talking to yourself. I’m coming in.”
I guess I hadn’t been so quiet after all.
Eff.
Before I could protest, the door opened and Jess walked directly to me, fitting himself at my back. He leaned down to talk softly in my ear, resting his chin on my shoulder.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?”
“Nothing,” I lied.
“Georgia.”
“I’m fine,” I lied again.
