the potential for much more than anyone ever bargains for.
He's always been considerate of what I think or feel,
stopping our conversations or steering away from certain topics when he sensed
I was uncomfortable. He never made me admit to anything I didn't want to, but
I’m sure he always knew the truth. He was gentle with me in that way, and yet
he never hesitated to ask the challenging questions. He didn't believe in
feeling guilty about whatever made you feel good. He knew about my
not-quite-boyfriend from the start, and he flirted with me anyway, and
encouraged me when I reciprocated.
Stop thinking! You're just trying to talk yourself out of
something you want. And for no good reason.
I pull up outside the hotel and shut the car off. I can't
help but overthink things.
Josh has his seat belt off and his hand on the door, waiting
for my cue.
“I don't want you to be disappointed,” I blurt out. “I'm not
as bold in person as I've been online. I find it really difficult to say what I
want, or what I like.” There are plenty of things I want from him, but I don't
know if I could ever speak the words.
“I think you've been very bold tonight. You're a good
tease.”
My cheeks burn and I can't meet his eyes.
“Is that embarrassing to you?”
I nod.
“Why?”
I don't know why.
“It's nothing to be ashamed of. I've liked it. You've liked
it. Why be embarrassed? Wait there a second.” He gets out and walks around the
outside of the car to open my door. “You don't have to say anything except yes
or no, how about that?”
I can manage yes and no.
“I won't lie and say I'd be happy about it, but if you want
to forget tonight ever happened, I'll leave right now.” He extends his hand to
me. “Is that what you want?”
“No.” I take his hand and get out of the car. That one
little word ignites the fire between us again, and we walk as fast as we can
without running to the hotel entrance.
In the elevator on the way up to the sixth floor, Josh leans
in and whispers in my ear.
“Yes and no are the only words you need, because I already
know what you want.”
His breath past my ear makes me dizzy with need. The hair on
my arms stands up straight and my skin prickles with goose bumps.
When I insert the electronic key card in the door to my
room, he places his hand over mine before I can open it.
“Yes?” His eyes search mine.
He's giving you one last chance to back out.
I’m tired of that little voice nagging me. I shove it way
down deep and listen instead to my body, which has been saying only one thing
all night. For months.
“Yes.”
The darkness of the room swallows us as the door shuts. I
fumble along the wall for a light switch. Why don't hotel rooms ever seem to
have a light switch where you think one should be? Josh finally clicks on the
entry light. It's like I’m seeing him for the first time all over again. My stomach
leaps into my throat, impeding my ability to breathe. But it's a wonderful kind
of breathlessness. He pulls me close, his hands pressed into the small of my
back. I can't believe I've managed to go all night without kissing him.
Those dark eyes pierce my soul as he leans in. So slow. He
doesn't kiss me, but lets his lips barely brush mine, and his hands explore the
contours of my hips. Such a gentle touch. But in his eyes I can see the
restraint. I flick my tongue over his lower lip. He blinks in response. If I
said the word, he'd devour me in an instant, I know it. I want it.
“You aren't going to make me beg, are you?” I whisper it
against his mouth. My own restraint is eroding under the influence of lust.
“Would you if I asked?” He gathers my skirt up around my
hips and doesn't wait for my answer. “You know this is really impractical,
don't you? Looks good, but it's too much work.” He snaps one of the garter
straps against my ass. It doesn't hurt, but the promise of things to come makes
me draw a sharp breath.
“No work at all. I thought of you when I
He's always been considerate of what I think or feel,
stopping our conversations or steering away from certain topics when he sensed
I was uncomfortable. He never made me admit to anything I didn't want to, but
I’m sure he always knew the truth. He was gentle with me in that way, and yet
he never hesitated to ask the challenging questions. He didn't believe in
feeling guilty about whatever made you feel good. He knew about my
not-quite-boyfriend from the start, and he flirted with me anyway, and
encouraged me when I reciprocated.
Stop thinking! You're just trying to talk yourself out of
something you want. And for no good reason.
I pull up outside the hotel and shut the car off. I can't
help but overthink things.
Josh has his seat belt off and his hand on the door, waiting
for my cue.
“I don't want you to be disappointed,” I blurt out. “I'm not
as bold in person as I've been online. I find it really difficult to say what I
want, or what I like.” There are plenty of things I want from him, but I don't
know if I could ever speak the words.
“I think you've been very bold tonight. You're a good
tease.”
My cheeks burn and I can't meet his eyes.
“Is that embarrassing to you?”
I nod.
“Why?”
I don't know why.
“It's nothing to be ashamed of. I've liked it. You've liked
it. Why be embarrassed? Wait there a second.” He gets out and walks around the
outside of the car to open my door. “You don't have to say anything except yes
or no, how about that?”
I can manage yes and no.
“I won't lie and say I'd be happy about it, but if you want
to forget tonight ever happened, I'll leave right now.” He extends his hand to
me. “Is that what you want?”
“No.” I take his hand and get out of the car. That one
little word ignites the fire between us again, and we walk as fast as we can
without running to the hotel entrance.
In the elevator on the way up to the sixth floor, Josh leans
in and whispers in my ear.
“Yes and no are the only words you need, because I already
know what you want.”
His breath past my ear makes me dizzy with need. The hair on
my arms stands up straight and my skin prickles with goose bumps.
When I insert the electronic key card in the door to my
room, he places his hand over mine before I can open it.
“Yes?” His eyes search mine.
He's giving you one last chance to back out.
I’m tired of that little voice nagging me. I shove it way
down deep and listen instead to my body, which has been saying only one thing
all night. For months.
“Yes.”
The darkness of the room swallows us as the door shuts. I
fumble along the wall for a light switch. Why don't hotel rooms ever seem to
have a light switch where you think one should be? Josh finally clicks on the
entry light. It's like I’m seeing him for the first time all over again. My stomach
leaps into my throat, impeding my ability to breathe. But it's a wonderful kind
of breathlessness. He pulls me close, his hands pressed into the small of my
back. I can't believe I've managed to go all night without kissing him.
Those dark eyes pierce my soul as he leans in. So slow. He
doesn't kiss me, but lets his lips barely brush mine, and his hands explore the
contours of my hips. Such a gentle touch. But in his eyes I can see the
restraint. I flick my tongue over his lower lip. He blinks in response. If I
said the word, he'd devour me in an instant, I know it. I want it.
“You aren't going to make me beg, are you?” I whisper it
against his mouth. My own restraint is eroding under the influence of lust.
“Would you if I asked?” He gathers my skirt up around my
hips and doesn't wait for my answer. “You know this is really impractical,
don't you? Looks good, but it's too much work.” He snaps one of the garter
straps against my ass. It doesn't hurt, but the promise of things to come makes
me draw a sharp breath.
“No work at all. I thought of you when I
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