She twisted her mouth from his, breathing deep and hard.
“Please, stop. Let me down…please,” she gasped, breathless. With his pulse pumping and throbbing, Everett slowly lowered her to the floor, but did not break the distance. It felt so right, so good to be this way with her…to be close like this. “What’s wrong?” he asked with a deep, throaty timbre softly spoken, hoping to coax her back to another kiss. She couldn’t look up at him. He stood over her, his body against hers, his forearms against the door on either side of her head. She had to collect herself. She had to bring her racing heart back to normal…this was insane. “Please, move…let me go,” she pleaded softly, swallowing deep and nervous.
“Why do you keep fighting me?” he asked, lowering himself with the bend of his knees to see her face angled as it was, hiding. She had to put distance between them and pushed her way from the door, escaping the space he held her in. “Look, I didn’t invite you here for this. That shouldn’t have happened,” she said, moving towards the center of the room away from Everett. He turned to follow her across the room. “Why did it then?”
“Because, you…you did it.”
“You wanted me to.”
“No, I didn’t!”
“Yes—you—did,” he enunciated slowly in an attempt to make her admit it.
“Well, I-I don’t want it to happen again. I don’t know you. I don’t know what you’re doing. I don’t know what you want—”
“I want you.”
“Well you’re not the first man!”
“I don’t imagine that I am.”
"Look, let me tell you so that you know…just like them, I’m not the one. There are hundreds of women out there more than willing to do whatever it is you need done. I’m not one of them. I invited you over tonight as a friendly gesture. The offer is for dinner. Maybe a game of pool or cards…and that’s it. You helped me out and I appreciate it. But don’t you go thinking that you’re going to end up in my bed! Because it ain’t going down like that and I mean it!” she finished, feeling her old self return. She finally felt back in control. “Now you, sir, have an option. Dinner here under my terms—or take out?” She swallowed again, unable to shake the nervous giddiness his presence made her feel. Plus, her body was still tingling with the throbbing of her lips. He sighed deep, shrugging his shoulders to remove his jacket. “You drive one hard bargain, lady. Okay…your terms.” He tossed his jacket on the back of the recliner in the living room.
“And hang up that jacket,” she ordered good-naturedly.
“Yes, ma’am. You mind getting the wine off the kitchen porch stairs where I left it?” he asked, doing as she requested.
“Sure, I can do that.” She turned away, blowing out a "phew" in relief.
He was hustling her. He should be ashamed of himself, but he wasn’t. She was leaning over the pool table lining up another shot, a triumphant grin lighting up her pretty face. He’d won the first game they played, pretending by luck, noticing her pool skills. Automatically, his mind injected the plan to hustle her in the game for a kiss. Just one more kiss. He couldn’t get that first one out of his mind. Nor the feelings it evoked. He hadn’t felt so shaken to the core since his very first kiss as a young boy. When for the first time, he had experienced his tongue in a young girl’s mouth. Back then, the kiss had been sweet because she had just removed a Charms cherry lollipop for the kiss, so yes…cherry sweet. The kiss earlier had been that kind of sweet as well, not flavored with the taste of a Charms lollipop, but flavored with something infinitely sweeter. Decorum be damned. He wanted another one. He wanted to feel that body up against his again. Her full, soft breasts pressed firmly against his chest. He wanted to test the weight and firmness of her rear in his hands again. He stood watching her, resigned to his semi-aroused state. If he dare
“Please, stop. Let me down…please,” she gasped, breathless. With his pulse pumping and throbbing, Everett slowly lowered her to the floor, but did not break the distance. It felt so right, so good to be this way with her…to be close like this. “What’s wrong?” he asked with a deep, throaty timbre softly spoken, hoping to coax her back to another kiss. She couldn’t look up at him. He stood over her, his body against hers, his forearms against the door on either side of her head. She had to collect herself. She had to bring her racing heart back to normal…this was insane. “Please, move…let me go,” she pleaded softly, swallowing deep and nervous.
“Why do you keep fighting me?” he asked, lowering himself with the bend of his knees to see her face angled as it was, hiding. She had to put distance between them and pushed her way from the door, escaping the space he held her in. “Look, I didn’t invite you here for this. That shouldn’t have happened,” she said, moving towards the center of the room away from Everett. He turned to follow her across the room. “Why did it then?”
“Because, you…you did it.”
“You wanted me to.”
“No, I didn’t!”
“Yes—you—did,” he enunciated slowly in an attempt to make her admit it.
“Well, I-I don’t want it to happen again. I don’t know you. I don’t know what you’re doing. I don’t know what you want—”
“I want you.”
“Well you’re not the first man!”
“I don’t imagine that I am.”
"Look, let me tell you so that you know…just like them, I’m not the one. There are hundreds of women out there more than willing to do whatever it is you need done. I’m not one of them. I invited you over tonight as a friendly gesture. The offer is for dinner. Maybe a game of pool or cards…and that’s it. You helped me out and I appreciate it. But don’t you go thinking that you’re going to end up in my bed! Because it ain’t going down like that and I mean it!” she finished, feeling her old self return. She finally felt back in control. “Now you, sir, have an option. Dinner here under my terms—or take out?” She swallowed again, unable to shake the nervous giddiness his presence made her feel. Plus, her body was still tingling with the throbbing of her lips. He sighed deep, shrugging his shoulders to remove his jacket. “You drive one hard bargain, lady. Okay…your terms.” He tossed his jacket on the back of the recliner in the living room.
“And hang up that jacket,” she ordered good-naturedly.
“Yes, ma’am. You mind getting the wine off the kitchen porch stairs where I left it?” he asked, doing as she requested.
“Sure, I can do that.” She turned away, blowing out a "phew" in relief.
He was hustling her. He should be ashamed of himself, but he wasn’t. She was leaning over the pool table lining up another shot, a triumphant grin lighting up her pretty face. He’d won the first game they played, pretending by luck, noticing her pool skills. Automatically, his mind injected the plan to hustle her in the game for a kiss. Just one more kiss. He couldn’t get that first one out of his mind. Nor the feelings it evoked. He hadn’t felt so shaken to the core since his very first kiss as a young boy. When for the first time, he had experienced his tongue in a young girl’s mouth. Back then, the kiss had been sweet because she had just removed a Charms cherry lollipop for the kiss, so yes…cherry sweet. The kiss earlier had been that kind of sweet as well, not flavored with the taste of a Charms lollipop, but flavored with something infinitely sweeter. Decorum be damned. He wanted another one. He wanted to feel that body up against his again. Her full, soft breasts pressed firmly against his chest. He wanted to test the weight and firmness of her rear in his hands again. He stood watching her, resigned to his semi-aroused state. If he dare
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