She tilts her head in the direction of one of Charleston’s famous single-styled homes. They’re called that because even though they can be many rooms long, they are always only one room wide.
I hold out my hand with the intention of walking her all the way to her door. My motives are clear—to me anyway. When we get there, she fumbles in a small purse and pulls out a key. It dangles on her finger as I cage her in. She is so tiny, I could easily pick her up. Lots of images that have been running through my head like a marathon go on fast forward. I should walk away and continue to traverse this world alone. Closing my eyes for a second, I push back the melancholy of loss. I let the alcohol settle my thoughts because the well of emotions that threaten to rise needs to be tamped down. And there is one sure way to forget. One that works every time.
“You can’t get rid of me so easily.”
Her lashes flutter and I can tell I’m making her nervous. She doesn’t know me, not yet.
“Thank you for walking me home.” She looks me squarely in the eye.
I’d been focused on her mouth until that moment. I step closer and fit my left hand to the side of her head on the door. Then I capture her chin in my other.
“Tell me. Did you let him kiss you?”
Her startled gaze dances all over the place. “How did you know?”
It’s time to play my card.
“If we’d been playing poker, you would have just revealed your hand. But I saw you with him earlier.”
I hold her gaze, curious about how she’ll spin it. She doesn’t back down.
“I had a date. Is that a crime?”
Oh, I’m really starting to like her.
“It depends.” I rub my thumb over her lips. “Did you let him have a taste of you?”
Her head moves side to side and she’s ready to say something else. But I don’t wait to hear her. I have to do what I’ve waited for all night. I angle her chin to where I need her and press my lips to hers. She’s soft just the way women should be. My cock jerks in my pants doing the happy dance.
Her soft gasp gives me the opening to dive in. I sweep my tongue across hers and she melts. And that’s not a euphemism. I have to use my right hand to cup her bottom to hold her upright before she can sink to the ground.
She tastes like sweet tea on a summer day. I hold in a sigh of pleasure. She moans and my dick makes a beeline in her direction. When she doesn’t slap my hand away from her ass, I use my fingers to gather up fabric so I can get where I want to without letting her go. I have a need to feel if she’s wet.
“Wait,” she says. “Anyone can see.”
Oh, but that would be half the fun … I don’t want to spook her though. Instead, I pluck the key from her and with my eyes half on her, slide it into the lock. Not giving her a chance to leave me on the other side of it once she gets in, I back her in and close the door behind me. I try my best not to lose eye contact for more than a second at a time.
“Ben,” she protests.
“Don’t, Sam. Can I call you Sam?” She nods. “We’re adults. I can see you want this as much as I do. Why deny ourselves?”
“Because I don’t know you.” Her words are strong but barely a whisper.
I step back giving her space to breathe. Her eyes are heavy lidded and her chest rises and falls with her rapid pulse. But even though my need for her is strong, I have no plans to force myself on her.
Pushing the curtain of hair back from her face, her desires are unmasked.
“So let me get to know you. What better way?” I flash a megawatt grin.
“I’m not that kind of girl,” she says finding her voice.
Sighing, I let her go and take another step back and scrub over my face. This situation is so different for me with all her mixed signals. I haven’t had a reluctant woman since early in my college days.
“I’m that kind of guy, but I don’t judge anyone else.”
She moves forward and reaches up. Within seconds, she’s pulling my hand free from my hair. When her eyes drop to my mouth, I take control of her hand needing her to understand what she does to me. She lets me and I cover it over my rock hard cock.
“I don’t play games. I want you. But I’m not going to force you to do anything. I’m also not going to lie to you either. I want to be inside you so bad. And I think you want me too.”
She bristles and slips her hand out of mine. “Ego much?”
There’s that stubbornness that makes me stupid as more blood rushes to my dick.
“Just honest. After being so close to you tonight, I know my hand alone won’t do.” She glares at me, but she hasn’t slapped me or asked me to leave. “Tell me to leave Sam.” I pause, searching her eyes. Seconds tick by without a word of protest from her mouth. “You won’t, will you? Because your nipples are hard under that dress begging for my mouth to cover them. Your skin is hot and flushed. Admit that you want me.”