The Cost To Play (Slivers of Love) by Oliva Gaines Page B

and especially the salmon.  There were so many more things he was looking forward to teaching Jayne Wright and in his immediate thoughts, none were related to having her in his bed.  It was a weird feeling, but one, Toshi felt that he liked.  If it cost a bit more time to earn her trust, then he would gladly pay it, with interest.
     
                 
     
     

Chapter 9
                   Jayne woke up feeling a new energy. Dinner with Toshi had been a pleasant surprise and she had truly enjoyed the evening. After she helped wash the dishes, he made them cups of tea as they discussed some of the drawings in his office on the board. The conversation turned toward different mediums for achieving certain artistic effects with charcoals, colored pencils, and acrylics.  As much as she hated to admit, he was correct. It was wonderful talking to someone who understood what you were talking about. What she was reluctant to admit even more, was her attraction to him.
    At 11:45 he walked her downstairs to her car.  The fob was used to open the door. She leaned against her vehicle to tell him she had a good time. He leaned down to open the door and she mistook it for him leaning in for a kiss.  It was too late to take it back. Their lips connected, but he did not pull away. Instead, he placed his hands on either side of her on the roof of the car, and deepened the kiss.  Jayne’s mouth opened as his tongue darted inside to mate with hers. Her hands slipped inside his jacket, as she allowed her nails to graze his back when she grabbed handfuls of his cotton shirt.  It had been so long since she felt the weight of a man. She pulled him forward, taking all of his weight onto her body as he pressed her against the car.  A slight moan escaped her throat and she felt his growing desire pressed against her belly.  His kiss deepened still, until she felt him pulling away.  The cool air between them served as a wake up. Under the soft glow of the street light, Toshi saw the raw passion in her eyes and his blood begin to boil.
    A feeble attempt to say her name was halted as his voice came out all raspy. He tried again. “Jayne get in the car.”
    Her fingers touched his chest and trailed down his stomach, feeling the muscles of his abdomen under the shirt.  Before her hand could go any lower, he grabbed it, pressing it to her side, placing a softer kiss on her lips. “Get in the car Jayne.”  Toshi physically pushed her into the seat and closed the car door. “Text me when you get home.” He remained only long enough to hear her start the engine and put the car into gear.
    The next morning, her mind was full of the thoughts of what if he had taken her by the hand back into his place. She would have made a fool of herself. “Crap, I forgot to text him last night.”  Already dressed for church, she looked for her purse.  She had forgotten that as well.  It must still be at his place.

    Toshi woke up slowly faced with the harsh reality that what he was holding was not Jayne, but a pillow.  He kicked himself several times last night for not taking advantage of the circumstance and drug her back into his place to make love to her all night. She had been willing to give him her body, but he wanted something else. The word to define what he wanted could not be formulated, but it was hanging about his frontal lobe.  A loud groan rumbled from his groin, up through his gut, to his stomach, and out of his mouth.
    A light tapping was heard at the front door. He jumped up quickly thinking maybe Jayne had come back and was ready to make love this morning. Heaven knows he was.  He opened the door to find Kunio, his sister standing there. He groaned again as she entered the apartment.
    “Merry Happy Ho-Ho to you too big brother.” She kicked off her shoes and sat the bags down she had brought over. “I brought you breakfast and came to make sure you are not late for church, again.”
    Toshi peered in the bag,