would have turned her into the mouse Sam always claimed
her to be.
“ Big difference. Dirt,
paint, it’s all a mess.” He pulled his bags inside the door and dropped them. He
was so tall and wide, he barely fit through the half opened door, and it made
her insides melt. He stood with his hands on his hips, and looked around her
space. Looking back at her, he glared. “Where do I go from here? Where is our
room?”
“ Our room? Umm, I don’t
know.”
He looked at her like she had sprouted a second head. “You don’t
have a bedroom?”
“Of course I have a bedroom. I just have no idea where you will
be sleeping since I didn’t think I would win; I did not make arrangements for
you.”
“Well, if you have a bedroom, then I have a bedroom. What is
there to arrange?” He finally gazed past her and spotted the large artist’s
loft beyond. “Oh, well, artist rustic…how… quaint .”
The way his nose curled up when he said the word quaint further
pissed her off. “I’m so sorry my lodgings are not up to your standards, but it
is what it is. I am a painter, and I live and work out of this studio. I live completely
alone, and was not expecting a year-long house guest, so plans will have to be
made as to where you will sleep and all that.”
“Great. What do you have against me sharing your bedroom? I will
be sharing your bed at night. That’s usually the plan.”
“Sharing? Mine?” Karlyn blushed. “Can you..uh...excuse me for a
moment?”
Before she could pull away to compose herself, she felt his hot
fingers wrap around her wrist, and she was pulled against his muscular chest.
The air was knocked out of her lungs as she looked up into his face, noting the
perfect curve of his lips and the deep cut angles of his face. She could lose
herself all day just staring at him.
She had seen pictures of men this gorgeous, but had always
thought they were a myth. As his sweet smelling breath warmed her face, drawing
her attention back to that perfect mouth, she felt the hot brand of his cock
resting on her stomach. Tingling sensation raced to her nipples and her mound,
as she watched transfixed while his mouth descended towards hers.
Pulling back, afraid of what was happening; she attempted to pull
from his arms. His steely grasp was too strong and she could not free herself
from his grip. A tremor flitted down her whole body at the strength he seemed
to wield, and she felt dampness spread in her panties. His lips neared hers
again, and she pulled back once more, but not enough and she felt the soft
graze of his mouth against hers. A soft sigh escaped her lips, and he appeared
to take the sound as he acquiescence. He pulled her tightly to him, the hard
ridge of his manhood showing her how ready he was to fulfill the promise his
kisses made.
Heat erupted all over her body as his hands skidded down her back
and onto her bottom, and the only thought that crossed her mind was taking off
her clothes and allowing him to finish what he had started.
As one cool hand snaked up the back of her shirt and moved to the
clasp of her bra, she was reawakened. Pushing against his hard chest, she took
a deep, calming breath, attempting to cool the ardor he had flamed.
Backing away, she could not look him in the eye; embarrassment
over succumbing to his charms within five minutes of him walking through the
door was nearly devastating.
Karlyn rushed up the antique wrought iron stairs to the artist
loft. Racing to the vid phone on the far wall, she called Sam. Having
absolutely no idea what to do with a man, let alone one as sexy as this one
was, regardless if he was a complete ass, she needed help and fast. Not like a
lesbian would be able to do much better, but hell, it was all she had at this
point. Sam took her time answering, but looked nearly as exhausted as Karlyn
felt.
“Jesus H. Christ, can’t I get some fucking sleep?” Sam rubbed her
fists into her eyes and looked through squinted eyes at the screen before her.
her to be.
“ Big difference. Dirt,
paint, it’s all a mess.” He pulled his bags inside the door and dropped them. He
was so tall and wide, he barely fit through the half opened door, and it made
her insides melt. He stood with his hands on his hips, and looked around her
space. Looking back at her, he glared. “Where do I go from here? Where is our
room?”
“ Our room? Umm, I don’t
know.”
He looked at her like she had sprouted a second head. “You don’t
have a bedroom?”
“Of course I have a bedroom. I just have no idea where you will
be sleeping since I didn’t think I would win; I did not make arrangements for
you.”
“Well, if you have a bedroom, then I have a bedroom. What is
there to arrange?” He finally gazed past her and spotted the large artist’s
loft beyond. “Oh, well, artist rustic…how… quaint .”
The way his nose curled up when he said the word quaint further
pissed her off. “I’m so sorry my lodgings are not up to your standards, but it
is what it is. I am a painter, and I live and work out of this studio. I live completely
alone, and was not expecting a year-long house guest, so plans will have to be
made as to where you will sleep and all that.”
“Great. What do you have against me sharing your bedroom? I will
be sharing your bed at night. That’s usually the plan.”
“Sharing? Mine?” Karlyn blushed. “Can you..uh...excuse me for a
moment?”
Before she could pull away to compose herself, she felt his hot
fingers wrap around her wrist, and she was pulled against his muscular chest.
The air was knocked out of her lungs as she looked up into his face, noting the
perfect curve of his lips and the deep cut angles of his face. She could lose
herself all day just staring at him.
She had seen pictures of men this gorgeous, but had always
thought they were a myth. As his sweet smelling breath warmed her face, drawing
her attention back to that perfect mouth, she felt the hot brand of his cock
resting on her stomach. Tingling sensation raced to her nipples and her mound,
as she watched transfixed while his mouth descended towards hers.
Pulling back, afraid of what was happening; she attempted to pull
from his arms. His steely grasp was too strong and she could not free herself
from his grip. A tremor flitted down her whole body at the strength he seemed
to wield, and she felt dampness spread in her panties. His lips neared hers
again, and she pulled back once more, but not enough and she felt the soft
graze of his mouth against hers. A soft sigh escaped her lips, and he appeared
to take the sound as he acquiescence. He pulled her tightly to him, the hard
ridge of his manhood showing her how ready he was to fulfill the promise his
kisses made.
Heat erupted all over her body as his hands skidded down her back
and onto her bottom, and the only thought that crossed her mind was taking off
her clothes and allowing him to finish what he had started.
As one cool hand snaked up the back of her shirt and moved to the
clasp of her bra, she was reawakened. Pushing against his hard chest, she took
a deep, calming breath, attempting to cool the ardor he had flamed.
Backing away, she could not look him in the eye; embarrassment
over succumbing to his charms within five minutes of him walking through the
door was nearly devastating.
Karlyn rushed up the antique wrought iron stairs to the artist
loft. Racing to the vid phone on the far wall, she called Sam. Having
absolutely no idea what to do with a man, let alone one as sexy as this one
was, regardless if he was a complete ass, she needed help and fast. Not like a
lesbian would be able to do much better, but hell, it was all she had at this
point. Sam took her time answering, but looked nearly as exhausted as Karlyn
felt.
“Jesus H. Christ, can’t I get some fucking sleep?” Sam rubbed her
fists into her eyes and looked through squinted eyes at the screen before her.
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