The young woman enjoyed every minute of the wait. It wasn’t like her to prolong the inevitable, but this man oozed experience and charm and she didn't want to seem tactless by rushing it. What's more, she could feel him growing more desirous as the night went on. Moment by moment, his gaze grew longer, resting on her movements as she washed the dishes and settling on the bare skin of her back when she was turned to the sink.
Every time that Laura thought her libido had peaked, Daniel would brush by her again and another tingle of sexual desire would shoot through her, building the need within her to have him. Never had doing the dishes been so pleasurable.
When the dishes were done and put away, Laura invited Daniel into the living room. Even though she could feel his desire for her mounting, she was still somewhat surprised when he followed her to her sofa. The insecure girl inside of her still couldn't quite believe that this incredible, handsome man would be interested in shy little Laura.
Then again, Laura wasn’t herself tonight. No, she was like that girl in the magazine—beautiful, erotic, and aware of the effects of her slow deliberate movements and lingering glances. In fact, both of them knew the effect they were having on the other, which made the unspoken dialogue between them grow ever clearer and the wait grow shorter and more intense as the minutes ticked by.
Laura sat at the end of the sofa. Daniel could so easily have sat on the other end, but he didn't. Instead he sat right by her side so that her thigh was touching his and he rested his arm on the back of the sofa behind her head so that she could feel the heat of his body emanating against her own skin. He poured more wine into her glass.
She was beginning to grow a little heady from the alcohol, but in the most delicious way. Where alcohol usually diminished her senses, with Daniel beside her, it seemed that the effect was the opposite. She was ultra-aware of every breath coming from his strong, muscular chest and the way that the hand behind her head would playfully stroke at her hair now and then. She became less hesitant and turned her body into his as they continued to drink their wine and talk into the night.
“You're a very beautiful woman, Laura,” he told her softly, whispering the words into her ear as if it was a secret. Laura felt like it had been a secret or at least something she hadn't understood until now. She was not a little girl searching for a stable man to fit neatly into her life, but a woman—a beautiful woman—with needs and desires and no one to answer to but herself.
When Daniel leaned in to press his mouth against hers, she didn't pull away, but melted into his kiss. That stubble was rough against her lips and the effect was immediate. The wait was almost over and her body knew it. She was so aware of how fast her heart was beating in expectation and how warm his skin was, and her body was so ready to receive him now.
This pressure had been building since her back had been against that fire truck, and she had been imagining his hands all over her.
Now his hands were on her body. They were in her hair and running over that exposed skin on her back. When he slipped one of those spaghetti straps from her shoulder, she became breathless with desire and leaned into another of his kisses.
His mouth moved over hers with force and passion like he was releasing something intense that he had been saving just for her. Laura accepted his lips with an equal appetite and it only served to build a stronger heat between the two of them.
Daniel's mouth moved across her cheek to the sensitive hollow beneath her earlobe and he whispered again, “I don't know what it is about you, but from the moment you walked out into the street today, with your tray of ice water, I feel like there's a magnet pulling me to you; something I just can't say no to or ignore.”
His words were like lava that started flowing through her veins. She knew just what he was talking about because she had felt exactly the same. She hadn’t been able to think of anything but him and this moment when his fingers would be moving over her skin and his mouth would be on her body.
She kissed his cheek, her full dark lips moving down his neck to his collarbone as she nibbled and bit at his skin, her arms slipped around him and her fingers closed tightly over his shoulders.
Daniel's fingers twisted in her hair and he tugged slightly as his mouth moved over her shoulder, leaving a trail of heat and need behind him, and making Laura breathless as his hands slid beneath the thin material of her top.
His fingers were thick and strong and as he squeezed them on her, it felt as if he were setting fire to every place they touched. Laura let her fingers move to the front of his shirt, pulling the buttons on it open and bit by bit revealing the rock-solid wall of muscle hidden underneath it.