“Not the way I’d have liked to,” he said, drawing even nearer until a kiss between us was inevitable. He hesitated for a moment like he was going to ask me first, so I nodded, rather involuntarily, but it was the answer he needed. His lips crushed mine, and he kissed me like I’ve never been kissed before. At first I was not sure how to respond, but as his kiss persisted, I kissed him back even more furiously. Soon our hands were all over our bodies.
“I’ve been thinking of you forever,” he moaned between his kisses. “You don’t know the half of it.”
I knew what he meant. Though I didn’t want to admit it, Nick had become a permanent part of my dreams and fantasies, but I wasn’t going to tell him I thought about him every night. No way, at least not now, when I was lost in his arms, his touch. I reached out to hold his head and draw him closer to me. I haven’t kissed many men, but what I was doing was working. Nick was getting hard against me, his cock pushing against my skirt, my stomach. He was moaning as he kissed me.
I froze, unsure of what I wanted to do. The good girl in me wanted to put a stop to this, but the bad part of me, the one that wanted Nick so badly, didn’t want to let go. I went with my gut feeling and reached for his hips and pulled him closer to me, causing his cock to dig deeper into me. I wanted him so badly my body was shaking.
“Are you okay?” he murmured between kisses. “I can stop if you want me to.”
I couldn’t let him stop now. My pussy was wet with anticipation and lust. Only one thing would do: getting his cock inside me.
The thought of his fucking me made me shy and sort of brought me back to reality. This guy was a player who had a girlfriend named Olivia as well as numerous other girls on the side. How did I get myself in this situation? I was not one of those girls who gave in to every desire. I wanted so badly to pull out of his arms, curse him out, and leave with the intention of never seeing him again. But I couldn’t. His kiss was too tantalizing to break off. Then he broke it off.
“What?” I murmured, and catching myself, I stepped away from him, my shame at having let my guard down overpowering me. I couldn’t look him in the eyes.
“I don’t want to rush you, Sara. God knows I want you so bad. I want you and everything you have to offer, but I don’t want to rush you.”
I felt stupid. What sort of woman hooks up with Nick Saunders, the official bad boy of the country? What was I thinking? The thought of what could have happened and how Amy would have been excited made me giggle.
“What am I missing?” Nick asked.
“Nothing. Just my best friend almost came with me to see you, and she backed out at the last minute. Just wondering if she had any idea what might have happened.”
“What might have happened?” Nick drew closer to me again, and I stepped aside so we weren’t so close.
“I don’t know. We might have….” my voice trailed off.
“Might have done what, Sara?”
“You know,” I said, embarrassed.
“Had sex?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Yes, we might have, but I don’t want to rush you,” he said, touching my face tenderly. His hand felt soft and warming.
Gosh, this man turned me on just by looking at me. This was ridiculous. Amy was right, I needed to get laid so I could get on with my life. “I didn’t take you for the patient type.”
"Did you do a background check on me?” he giggled.
"What? No. My friend, Amy, is one of your biggest fans.”
"Then I'd love to meet her. How about dinner tonight? You and Amy?"
"Ah…okay,” I said hesitantly, wondering how returning a necklace had become an arousing afternoon that led to dinner. "Well, Amy is working late and I..."
"You’re off from the coffee shop, and you haven’t started working here yet."
"How do you...?” How did he know my schedule?
“Know what you’re up to?”
“Yes. Are you keeping tabs on me?” I said. I should have been mad at him, but I was flattered that he knew my schedule and we weren’t even together.