First Thing I See by Vi Keeland

erect.  He walked to me never
taking his eyes off of mine, I heard him take a deep breath. “You are
beautiful.”  With just a few simple words, I was wet with desire.    He lowered
his head and gently kissed my neck slightly below my ear.   It sent shivers
down my spine.   I melted when he pulled me close and held me in a tight strong
embrace.  He pulled back and cleared his throat “Dinner, now.”  And off we
went.
                    The conversation at dinner came easily and
Kennedy laughed as I told him stories of Shauna and I growing up in rural
Oregon.  Most stories had the same theme.  Shauna getting herself into trouble
and me having to save her ass.  I told him about my father being retired from
the service and how he married the former Miss Oregon after my mother died when
I was 11.   He told me he was the oldest of three boys, but didn’t share any
stories about his childhood. 
                    When our waitress came with the dessert
cart, he promptly told her that we wouldn’t be having dessert and requested the
check.  Leaning forward, I arched an eyebrow and asked “Are we going out for
more ice cream instead.”  The wine at dinner had made me bold and the way
Kennedy looked at me made me feel sexy. 
                    His face turned serious and he leaned
forward close enough that I could feel his breath, “No Hope, I’m eating you for
dessert” 
                    My face flushed and I realized that I was
playing in his game and he had just turned the table on me.  “I’ve been
thinking about how your tongue stroked that ice cream all day and I’m going to
pretend you are an ice cream cone and lick you until your cream melts in my
mouth.”
                      I closed my eyes feeling raw with emotion
and desire.  I wanted to dig my nails into his rock hard body and take him deep
until there was no air left between us.  I forced my eyes open, his face inches
from mine.  “Well why are we still sitting here then?”
                    Kennedy’s head drew back and a devious smile
lit his face.  He stood and grabbed my hand bringing me to my feet.  He led me
out of the restaurant pulling me behind him so quickly I could barely keep up. 
                    Later that night I fell asleep in his arms
after he made good on his promise of having me for dessert and I reciprocated by
treating myself to another ice cream cone.  Only this time the cone was
Kennedy.
    ***
                    I woke Sunday still in his arms and gently
tilted my head up from his shoulder to glance a look at Kennedy sleeping.  To
my surprise, he was not sleeping.  He was looking down at me and began to
stroke my hair.  “Good morning beautiful.”  I smiled thinking how incredible it
would be to wake up to this site every day.  He smiled back, but it wasn’t the
full on dimple smile.  “I have to get ready for my flight back to Chicago
soon.”  The thought of leaving the cocoon we created over the weekend, deflated
whatever excitement I felt waking up in his arms. I straightened at his words.
                    “Okay.”  I couldn’t think of anything else
to say without showing how sad the thought of not seeing him really made me. 
                    He stopped stroking my hair and I readied
myself for what I thought would come next.  “I can’t stand the thought of you
in this city walking around so innocently with every man following your ass
with their eyes while I am all the way in Chicago.”   Shocked, I leaned up on
my elbow to look at him. 
                    “That isn’t exactly what I thought you were going
to say.”  A moment later the realization of his words hit me.  “And I’m not
innocent Mr. Jenner.”  I did my best to look annoyed and serious.  Kennedy,  oblivious
to the attitude I was throwing his way,