FOREVER MINE(5)
“Sonya?”
She moved her gaze from his crotch to his face. “What?”
“I asked if you took a look around.”
“I didn’t have to. This place will be perfect.” You are perfect. Her gaze latched on the towel and watched as he began blotting the sweat off his body. Boy she envied that towel, especially when he dabbed his inner thighs with it. Precious Lord take my hand.
“Then you didn’t take a look at the patio.”
She glanced back to his face. “What?”
“The patio. Did you take a look at it?”
She was beginning to get annoyed with him until she remembered the reason she was there. “No, but if you think I need to I will.” She then straightened from the wall. “Can I get something for you?”
He lifted a brow. “Something like what?”
“A glass of cold water. A bigger towel. How about more clothes? Maybe you haven’t noticed but you’re almost naked.”
He wrapped the towel around his neck. “Sorry, if I’m embarrassing you.”
“You’re not.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
She bit her tongue from saying that this was the most skin she’d seen belonging to a man in quite some time. How could she explain it when she couldn’t understand it herself. Going without sex wasn’t something she did often. She didn’t consider herself as being promiscuous, but she was a woman who indulged in casual affairs when it suited her fancy. And she was extremely selective. But lately, more specifically since that kiss they had shared last year, the thought of any other man’s lips connecting to hers, or any other man’s body going inside of her, was a total turn off. She had tried denying that fact but now, right here, at least to herself, she would admit it.
“So, Sonya what’s the problem?”
She nervously smoothed the fabric of her short skirt along her thighs and was fully aware that his gaze followed her movement. “Nice outfit,” he said in a throaty voice. “Nice stomach.”
“Thanks.”
“You’re going out somewhere when you leave here?”
Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to let him think that. “Yes. I feel like dancing.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.”
He didn’t say anything for a second and then. “If you wait a minute while I clean up I’ll go with you. I have an urge to go dancing myself.”
She tilted her head back and looked at him. The air surrounding them was electrically charged. She felt it and knew he felt it too. Being alone in his home with him wasn’t a good idea. Going dancing with him would be even worse. But tonight she had an urge to treat herself to the forbidden…up to a point. “Sure, get dressed. I’ll wait. As long as us going out together doesn’t constitute a date in your mind.”
“It won’t.” He slowly walked toward her. He paused and came to stand in front of her. “But there is this one thing that I think we need to deal with. Right here and right now.”
Her nerve endings felt edgy, especially with the way he was studying her mouth. “What?”
“This.” And then he took her hand and tugged her to him, leaned down and captured her mouth in his. She let out a moan the moment he did so. She thought the same thing tonight that she did the last time he had tasted her. Never had any man kissed her the way he did. Every area in her mouth he touched with his tongue became sensitive, hungry. She absorbed his taste like a sponge, lapping it up like it was the best thing since chocolate. Hershey Kisses didn’t even come close to this. She loved Hershey Kisses-was practically addicted to them.
Just like she would become addicted to him if she didn’t pull away. Maybe later. But not now. She just wanted to pamper herself while it lasted, so for the moment she wouldn’t deny herself anything. Especially not this.
So he continued to kiss her like kissing was going out of style so they had to store up what they could. But he wasn’t just kissing her. She was aware that his hands joined in and he had reached down to caress her stomach. She moaned in his mouth at the contact. And when he removed his hand to pull her closer to the fit of him, she felt his aroused body part pressed hard against the juncture of her thighs.
Then she felt his hands on the move again. This time they touched the top of her thigh that her skirt couldn’t hide. When he began inching her skirt up more, she knew exactly where his finger were headed.
She pulled her mouth away from his; but was too weak to do anything other than rest her forehead against his. Both of them needed to get their breathing back under control. “I didn’t have a problem with the kiss,” she said, breathlessly. “But your hands were going somewhere they didn’t belong.”
He didn’t say anything for a second. Then he inhaled deeply, pulled back, met her gaze and then asked. “And where was that?”
“Under my skirt. No man goes under my skirt unless I give him permission to do so.”
He held her gaze. “And do I have permission.”
She stroked his hair, pushed a wayward strand back from his face. “No.”
“Okay.”
She frowned. “Just like that? You’re not going to even try putting up a fight.”
He grinned at her obvious disappointment. “Will it get me anywhere?”
“Probably not.”
“Then why bother? In the meantime, doing this will suffice.”
And then he was pulling her into his arms and kissing her again. She let him. Loving the feel of his mouth on hers. Eating away at it with a hunger that made her feel totally wanted, desired. She participated, returning the feeling, openly responding to the kiss.
Moments later, she pulled back, but not before letting her tongue take a quick swipe at his lips. She looped her arms around his neck. “If we keep this up, I’m going to be too weak to go dancing.”
“You think so?”
“Yes.”
“Then let’s keep it up,” he said, nuzzling her neck. “Because I prefer that when you leave here that you go home. Alone. If I can’t get under that skirt tonight, I want to make sure no one else does either.”
She wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to worry about that, but decided it really wasn’t his business who she let under her skirt. It suddenly occurred to her that she had stayed here long enough. Longer than she should have.
She dropped her hands and took a step back. “I came over here to make more plans for the party. Instead I let you get me off track.”
He chuckled. “No, you came over here wearing that ‘take-me-now’ outfit and shoes to turn me on. You accomplished your goal and now you want to take your goodies and go home.”
She smiled slowly. Yes, that about summed it all up rather nicely and she wasn’t feeling guilty about it. “Are you saying that I am a tease?”
He cupped her face. “What I am saying is that sooner or later, I will get under that skirt and I hope like hell you’re going to be ready for me, sweetheart.”
Her body tingled all over from his words. She tried ignoring the sensations and said. “Don’t be so sure of yourself, Mike.”
“I can’t help it. It’s a part of who I am. Just like fighting me on every turn when it comes to the thought of us being sexually involved is a part of who you are. I can respect that. But we’re pretty intelligent people and one of these days we’re going to wonder why we’re wasting our time when we both know what we want.”
She frowned. “Speak for yourself. You don’t know what I want.”
He smiled. “Yes, I do, and if you want to drag things out, go ahead. What’s one more cold shower?”
“I don’t know. What is one more cold shower?”
He leaned forward close to her lips. “Take off your clothes, come with me in the bathroom and find out. I’m about to take one.”
“I’ll pass.”
He brushed a kiss across her nose. “Chicken.”
She took a step back. “Think whatever you like. I’m out of here after I check out the patio.” And then she quickly scooted by him and headed down the hall.
* * *
Another cold shower was a bitch, Mike thought as he stood under the spray of cold water. It would cool his body off for now but what would happen the next time and the next?
He didn’t intend to set himself up for a case of pneumonia. He planned to be fully healthy when he and Sonya made love and regardless of what she said, they would make love. It was just a matter of time.
And once they did then they would be out of each other’s system, and he could pick up where he’d left off with Susan. Hell, maybe not. The woman had started getting too clingy and possessive, and he didn’t do clingy and possessive. He had explained things to her up front, but evidently she’d conveniently forgotten.
She’d even had the gall to call him earlier to say that she heard that he’d had lunch with some black chick. Evidently, someone she knew had seen him at lunch. He had reminded her, and not too nicely, that his time was his time and no matter what chick he was seen with-red, blue, black or brown-it was his business. Like all women he dated, she was nothing more than a sleeping partner to him. Take it or leave it. She had gotten quiet and then she’d said she would take it. Before hanging up he’d said he would call her when he was ready to renew their relationship. The woman was too damn easy. No challenge.