even look him in the eye when I took the keys from him. “Thanks for inviting me. I had a lot of fun tonight.”
“Me too,” he said.
I put the key into the lock, taking my time turning it as I struggled with what to do about him. It didn’t take me long to unlock the door, so I took my time sliding the patio door open. But, that didn’t take long, either, and I hesitated in the doorway, still unsure. I opened my mouth to ask him in, but nothing came out. So I stepped backward through the doorway, not taking my eyes off of his. After a moment, he followed me inside, part of his face lost in the shadows.
Time stood still. My tongue darted out to lick my lips, and I lifted up onto my toes as he lowered his head to meet me halfway. The smell of his cologne surrounded me and my eyes drifted shut. He grasped me loosely around my back, pulling me close, sending shivers through my body. His breath caressed my skin, his lips just a whisper away from mine, and my lips parted.
HONK, HONK!!!
My eyes snapped open and I jumped from Matt’s embrace. He raked a hand through his dark hair, pressing his lips together while I trembled with what I’d been about to do.
I couldn’t let it go, pretend the moment had come and gone—I was running on the most intense high and it was all because of Matt, this darkly handsome guy who made me feel alive and sexy. I’d never been so turned on in my life. The heat between my thighs threatened to ignite while I imagined his hands all over my body.
“Oh, what the hell,” I said and threw myself into his arms and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. We were both breathless as his lips devoured mine, kissing me with a passion I hadn’t expected. The satin caress of his tongue against mine, the taste of him, made my knees weak. The thrill coursing through my body was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. Maybe it was because I’d only just met him and suddenly I was in this romantic, forbidden lip lock. Maybe it was because the man knew how to kiss, really kiss . It didn’t matter. What I wanted to do was wrap my legs around his waist and press myself against him, feel him inside of me. My body trembled with excitement and need, and the idea of living in the moment didn’t feel wrong anymore.
I wasn’t sure how long we embraced, kissing with reckless abandon in my kitchen, but the cab honked again and I slowly detached myself from his embrace.
“I should go,” he said, his voice gruff. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his slacks, as if waiting for me to say something.
I can still ask him to stay.
But I didn’t.
“I’ll, um, see you then.” I swallowed back the frustration at myself. I’m officially a chicken-shit.
He gazed at me through the dark, nothing but silence between us. I feared, irrationally, he could hear the pounding of my heart. I wished I could tell what he was thinking. He seemed about to say something, but I thought perhaps it was my imagination. Maybe I just wanted him to struggle over whether or not he should leave. If he asked to stay, I wouldn’t have to. I wouldn’t sound desperate or slutty; I would just be a woman considering a man’s question. And I’d accept, of course.
Finally, he said, “Good night, Gen.”
He swept a lock of hair off my check, and my skin tingled from his touch. He flashed one last lopsided smile, one more glimpse of dimples, and then he was gone. I stood there for a few minutes longer, my fingers touched to my lips as I stared blindly into a starless, black night.
Chapter Five
By day, I was a Claims Data Entry Specialist for Bradshaw Insurance, though there wasn’t anything nothing special or interesting about the job. My days were pretty monotonous, but I didn’t mind. It really wasn’t brain-bashing to enter medical claims into a database two hundred fifty times a day—two hundred and ninety-one times if I wanted to meet my departmental goals, which I hardly ever did. The flexible schedule
“Me too,” he said.
I put the key into the lock, taking my time turning it as I struggled with what to do about him. It didn’t take me long to unlock the door, so I took my time sliding the patio door open. But, that didn’t take long, either, and I hesitated in the doorway, still unsure. I opened my mouth to ask him in, but nothing came out. So I stepped backward through the doorway, not taking my eyes off of his. After a moment, he followed me inside, part of his face lost in the shadows.
Time stood still. My tongue darted out to lick my lips, and I lifted up onto my toes as he lowered his head to meet me halfway. The smell of his cologne surrounded me and my eyes drifted shut. He grasped me loosely around my back, pulling me close, sending shivers through my body. His breath caressed my skin, his lips just a whisper away from mine, and my lips parted.
HONK, HONK!!!
My eyes snapped open and I jumped from Matt’s embrace. He raked a hand through his dark hair, pressing his lips together while I trembled with what I’d been about to do.
I couldn’t let it go, pretend the moment had come and gone—I was running on the most intense high and it was all because of Matt, this darkly handsome guy who made me feel alive and sexy. I’d never been so turned on in my life. The heat between my thighs threatened to ignite while I imagined his hands all over my body.
“Oh, what the hell,” I said and threw myself into his arms and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. We were both breathless as his lips devoured mine, kissing me with a passion I hadn’t expected. The satin caress of his tongue against mine, the taste of him, made my knees weak. The thrill coursing through my body was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. Maybe it was because I’d only just met him and suddenly I was in this romantic, forbidden lip lock. Maybe it was because the man knew how to kiss, really kiss . It didn’t matter. What I wanted to do was wrap my legs around his waist and press myself against him, feel him inside of me. My body trembled with excitement and need, and the idea of living in the moment didn’t feel wrong anymore.
I wasn’t sure how long we embraced, kissing with reckless abandon in my kitchen, but the cab honked again and I slowly detached myself from his embrace.
“I should go,” he said, his voice gruff. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his slacks, as if waiting for me to say something.
I can still ask him to stay.
But I didn’t.
“I’ll, um, see you then.” I swallowed back the frustration at myself. I’m officially a chicken-shit.
He gazed at me through the dark, nothing but silence between us. I feared, irrationally, he could hear the pounding of my heart. I wished I could tell what he was thinking. He seemed about to say something, but I thought perhaps it was my imagination. Maybe I just wanted him to struggle over whether or not he should leave. If he asked to stay, I wouldn’t have to. I wouldn’t sound desperate or slutty; I would just be a woman considering a man’s question. And I’d accept, of course.
Finally, he said, “Good night, Gen.”
He swept a lock of hair off my check, and my skin tingled from his touch. He flashed one last lopsided smile, one more glimpse of dimples, and then he was gone. I stood there for a few minutes longer, my fingers touched to my lips as I stared blindly into a starless, black night.
Chapter Five
By day, I was a Claims Data Entry Specialist for Bradshaw Insurance, though there wasn’t anything nothing special or interesting about the job. My days were pretty monotonous, but I didn’t mind. It really wasn’t brain-bashing to enter medical claims into a database two hundred fifty times a day—two hundred and ninety-one times if I wanted to meet my departmental goals, which I hardly ever did. The flexible schedule
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