And then he laughs, is he laughing at me now? And then he smiles THAT smile. Fuck he is soooo hot, I can actually feel myself getting warm between my legs again, and I'm only looking at him. All coherent thought leaves my brain as he lifts my chin up with his index finger so we are looking directly at each other.
“Nooooo, Lauren, shit you are like a little fire cracker, the way you keep going off. I am telling you this, because I want you to know how you are affecting me. Like I said, from the second you stepped in the door tonight, I've wanted to talk to you, and if we are being honest here, I’ve wanted to do much, much more than talk to you, from the second you walked in all I’ve wanted to do is touch and taste you but that’s another issue, we will get around to that, eventually, I’m sure”
WHAT?
He tilts his head to one side and leans into my ear and whispers...
“Don’t tell me you’re not feeling it as well Lauren” ... I can feel something, I know that much… His breath on the side of my face and neck is actually making my knees feel weak and then he tucks my hair behind my ear. OMFG! What am I going to do, I can actually feel my clit throb with each beat of my heart and I almost giggle at that thought, good job he can’t read my mind. I swallow hard.
“I'm a married woman Gabriel, unhappily married, granted, about to leave my husband the minute I find somewhere else to live, true, but married all the same and I have NEVER EVER cheated on him, that's not me, I’m not that type of person” I'm suddenly feeling very emotional again and struggling not to cry and embarrass myself any more than I already have. He takes hold of both my hands and almost in a whisper he says to me,
“Good, I'm glad to hear you’re not that type of person, I wouldn't be standing here telling you my feelings, if I thought for a second you were. Lauren, I know this has got to be the shittiest timing ever but I really would like to see you again, I would really like to take you out on a date or make you dinner at my place, whatever you would like. But, I also understand you have a lot of things going on right now so, when things have settled down and you are feeling ready, I really would like to catch up with you, just as friends if you like, no pressure”
He looks down at the floor with a frown on his face; I take a sip of my drink, swallowing hard to force it down. We have chemistry, there is no doubt about that and I am finding him unbelievably sexy but there’s something, like that last sentence ‘just as friends, no pressure’ what an absolute crock of shit, he's just telling me what he thinks I want to hear. Shit, I should make my goodbyes and go back to the girls I don’t need this, my nerves don’t need this and my heart certainly doesn’t. I actually feel a bit shaky and I don't think it's from the alcohol. He looks back up at me with that smile and gives a little laugh.
“Yeah, sorry did that sound as bad to you as it did to me?”
“That actually sounded like the biggest load of bullshit I have ever heard to be honest, where did you pluck that one from?”
I am struggling to keep a straight face as I speak, floored again by his honesty.
“I don’t really know, but it was bad, wasn’t it?” He says with a smile
“Well if you’re not going to fall for any of my well-rehearsed, cheesy, chat up lines, which, I have got to say, has dented my confidence considerably, well then, I’ll just be straight up with you Lauren, I don’t want to wait and take it slowly, I don’t want to be just friends I don’t care what other shit you have going on in your life, I do care about getting to know you and what I really want is to take you, hard and fast and then, maybe we will take it slowly”
Oh My Days!!!!
He is deadly serious and not in the least embarrassed admitting this to me. What is this? Every time I think I’ve got him worked out he comes out with something that changes my mind. He runs his hand through his untidy hair and without saying a word, pulls me to him and gives me quite possibly, the best kiss of my entire life. His lips are full and soft and his tongue darts in and out and dances around mine. I reach up and around his neck, grabbing his hair, pushing his mouth harder down on mine. He slides one arm around to the small of my back and forces me to step between his open legs as he leans against the table. His other hand grabs my hair and pulls my head back and forces my mouth open as he slides his tongue in again, I moan into his mouth and as I do, he lets out a delicious sigh, that just touches me, right there, between my legs, he grips my hair tighter, pulling me in as close as I can go without straddling him and wrapping my legs around his waist. Why is it that this kind of hair pulling feels so right and what my husband does to me feels so, so wrong? My moment of total insanity ends abruptly as thoughts of Jason, our children, our life, force their way into my mind. What am I doing? I pull my mouth away but don't break eye contact
“I’m sorry, I can't do this” I mumble