The way his eyes roamed over her body went to her head faster than the eggnog in her cup.
Seeing him after so long startled her more than it should have. The fact that they ran in the same circles made their meeting again likely, but she hadn’t expected the fire in his eyes. The way he’d pulled her aside the moment he saw her and whispered his desire for her had shocked her.
Then he’d kissed her after pulling her beneath the mistletoe and scrambled her brain. His mouth laid claim to hers in possessive sweeps, as though it hadn’t been months since he disappeared from her life. That lack of obvious care about her feelings was what managed to reawakened her anger. It was her body’s instant reaction to the heat of his that made her push him away.
“You cannot just show back up and expect me to lift my skirt and let you back between my legs.”
He had the decency to look pained, as though he realized the state he’d left her in after ladling on the bullshit about her being the one. A hand brushed over his cropped hair and a shiver of excitement tumbled through her as she remembered how soft his hair had always felt beneath her fingertips. It was the only soft thing on his otherwise hard body. She curled her nails into her palm to keep from reaching out to touch him. God help her.
“Look, I’m sorry. I made a mistake ending it the way I did.” He reached out a hand to cup her cheek, but she sidestepped him.
That insincere attempt at an apology succeeded in helping her shake off the rest of her lust. She laughed and ducked under his arm to put some distance between them. Her cunt was treacherous and space was her only real weapon against him. She tried to coach herself to focus on his hideous Christmas sweater and not the mouth-watering body underneath it.
She opened her mouth to tell him what she thought of his sorry, but he pulled her into his arms and planted another bone melting kiss on her. How could he take her from clearheaded to needy with a single kiss? The short answer was she hadn’t been anywhere near a hard cock in ten months. Of course she remembered exactly how hard, long, and thick his was in perfect detail as his tongue dipped between her lips. Her body flared hot with remembrance of him pushing into her with purpose.
The scrape of his teeth across her lower lip sent a jolt to her core. It was easy to let him back her against the wall, her mind blocking everything except his body pressing into hers.
“God, I’ve missed you,” he breathed into her mouth, his hands roaming under her shirt. Neither seemed to care about the crowd of friends around them. “Please.”
To hear him beg did something to her. Her resolve was in danger of crumbling…
Should she give in to him? I can’t quite decide so help me.
He at least has to beg some more. Mmm! This is gooood! Keep writing! 😉
Ah! More begging! Okay, I’ll let the idea that pop in my head brew a bit more.
Can’t wait to read what you cook up. 🙂
He definitely has to earn it.
I’ll make him work.
I have no doubt. 🙂
She most certainly did not let go of the flame when they split up. This is backed up by the clues that you have planted – ’10 months’…’months since he disappeared’ and that he was her last lover?
But, he dumped her. She have the power here, so he has to earn her favours and her renewed friendship. No way should she, can she, give him access to her heart so soon. Which is what sex would be, for her. And he will probably break it again. So, ‘No’. Unless, of course, he is on a ship and leaving for war in 36 hours. Not very likely!
One “No” from Nick. With good reason. I’ll have to consider what’s best for her.
I guess ‘good reason’. But the heart often overrules the head in such matters. If he is such a hot lover that she does give in, she has to realise it will probably be a one-time only interaction. He does seem to be a user.
In my mind he is. Maybe I’ll explore both avenues in two stories.
Just read the comments and actually love the idea in your last comment, it would be a little like the film Sliding Doors that idea that one single decision, one fraction of a second can change your destiny or can it? In one reality she would submit in the other she would refuse him only you can imagine the opportunities either path leave open, I say you should go for that option 😀
Yea. I figure it’s a story so why not explore every option.
It’s most likely working the same way for him.
Whatever made him break away, obviously couldn’t stand up to seeing her again …
I don’t know. I think he works with the head between his legs more than the one on his shoulder. I don’t know what his motive is.
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