him.
“Olivia?” he called again.
“Yeah, sorry… Um, make sure the
door’s shut behind you and the light’s off.”
When he gave her the indication that
he’d followed her directions, she unlocked the door and opened it.
“Hey stranger”, he greeted.
“Hi.” Suddenly intimidated by the
amount of space he took up, she hurried to her work area and unplugged the
enlargement machine. She did her best to keep her hands busy, afraid if she
allowed them to idle, they’d begin wandering over his body.
“What are you doing?”
Some of the prints she’d developed
earlier in the day were now dry. She carefully unpinned them and placed the
photos on the counter. “Just enlarging some of the pictures I took on the beach
the other day.” She could feel him approach from behind; felt a shiver of
awareness zip down her spine.
“Can I see?” he asked.
Olivia handed him the small stack
that’d dried and then turned around to gage his reaction. “What do you think?”
Flipping through
the pictures, he laughed. She’d secretly captured their playful dip into the frigid water. “You’re very
talented.”
“Thank you.”
“ You
know, I have a confession to make: Dexter sneaking up on you was no
accident.”
Crossing her arms, she looked into
his eyes. “Really? So Dexter’s also your wingman?”
“Yeah… I saw you down on the beach
and…”
“And what, Grant?”
After placing the photos down, he
took a step forward and braced his hands on either side of her on the counter.
“I don’t know.” Removing one of his hands, he began playing with a strand of
her hair. “I wanted to be with you. I just really like being with you…”
The safe light above cast the small
work room in a soft, red glow. And although the room was dim, she could still
see the intense hunger in his eyes. He wanted her and god knows she wanted him,
too. The memory of his tantalizing touch was still etched in her mind. She felt
a sudden sense of euphoria come over her, whether it was from inhaling the
developer solution or their immeasurable physical chemistry, she didn’t know.
Most likely the latter.
She was at a crossroads. She could
send him away and deny her body the pleasure she knew he could evoke, or simply
give in and face the con-sequences later…
“Lock the door”, she whispered.
Grant let go of her hair and walked
several paces to the right, turning the lock. He reached for her and pulled her
closer to him. His mouth hovered over her lips for a few long beats, gently
grazing over the surface, teasing her with every soft caress.
Her lips tingled. And when she
couldn’t con-tain the sensation any longer, she rose onto her toes and took
control of the kiss. Her tongue charged into his mouth, connecting with his,
communicating in an unspoken language.
He hadn’t come here for this. His
mission had been to simply talk to her—find out why she was suddenly avoiding
him. But he’d found a better use for his mouth. Kissing Olivia was like
breathing—it was essential for his existence. He was treading rough water and
her lips were like a flotation device—he was going to cling to them for his
survival.
Backing her up against the counter
adjacent to the door, he ran his hands down her back and cupped her firm, round
bottom and lifted. He sat her on the countertop and settled his body between
the V of her legs. Running his callused hands over her smooth thighs, he peered
into her hooded eyes. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything”, he
mumbled.
Olivia smiled. “Wow, I guess I have
some really big shoes to fill.”
Grant reached over his shoulder,
grabbing a fistful of his shirt, and quickly removed it. And after he tossed it
aside, he assisted Olivia with the removal of her cotton blouse and white satin
demi-bra. Completely bare from the waist up, he couldn’t peel his eyes away
from her beautiful body. He lightly pinched one of her pebbled nipples between
his thumb and index finger as he
“Olivia?” he called again.
“Yeah, sorry… Um, make sure the
door’s shut behind you and the light’s off.”
When he gave her the indication that
he’d followed her directions, she unlocked the door and opened it.
“Hey stranger”, he greeted.
“Hi.” Suddenly intimidated by the
amount of space he took up, she hurried to her work area and unplugged the
enlargement machine. She did her best to keep her hands busy, afraid if she
allowed them to idle, they’d begin wandering over his body.
“What are you doing?”
Some of the prints she’d developed
earlier in the day were now dry. She carefully unpinned them and placed the
photos on the counter. “Just enlarging some of the pictures I took on the beach
the other day.” She could feel him approach from behind; felt a shiver of
awareness zip down her spine.
“Can I see?” he asked.
Olivia handed him the small stack
that’d dried and then turned around to gage his reaction. “What do you think?”
Flipping through
the pictures, he laughed. She’d secretly captured their playful dip into the frigid water. “You’re very
talented.”
“Thank you.”
“ You
know, I have a confession to make: Dexter sneaking up on you was no
accident.”
Crossing her arms, she looked into
his eyes. “Really? So Dexter’s also your wingman?”
“Yeah… I saw you down on the beach
and…”
“And what, Grant?”
After placing the photos down, he
took a step forward and braced his hands on either side of her on the counter.
“I don’t know.” Removing one of his hands, he began playing with a strand of
her hair. “I wanted to be with you. I just really like being with you…”
The safe light above cast the small
work room in a soft, red glow. And although the room was dim, she could still
see the intense hunger in his eyes. He wanted her and god knows she wanted him,
too. The memory of his tantalizing touch was still etched in her mind. She felt
a sudden sense of euphoria come over her, whether it was from inhaling the
developer solution or their immeasurable physical chemistry, she didn’t know.
Most likely the latter.
She was at a crossroads. She could
send him away and deny her body the pleasure she knew he could evoke, or simply
give in and face the con-sequences later…
“Lock the door”, she whispered.
Grant let go of her hair and walked
several paces to the right, turning the lock. He reached for her and pulled her
closer to him. His mouth hovered over her lips for a few long beats, gently
grazing over the surface, teasing her with every soft caress.
Her lips tingled. And when she
couldn’t con-tain the sensation any longer, she rose onto her toes and took
control of the kiss. Her tongue charged into his mouth, connecting with his,
communicating in an unspoken language.
He hadn’t come here for this. His
mission had been to simply talk to her—find out why she was suddenly avoiding
him. But he’d found a better use for his mouth. Kissing Olivia was like
breathing—it was essential for his existence. He was treading rough water and
her lips were like a flotation device—he was going to cling to them for his
survival.
Backing her up against the counter
adjacent to the door, he ran his hands down her back and cupped her firm, round
bottom and lifted. He sat her on the countertop and settled his body between
the V of her legs. Running his callused hands over her smooth thighs, he peered
into her hooded eyes. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything”, he
mumbled.
Olivia smiled. “Wow, I guess I have
some really big shoes to fill.”
Grant reached over his shoulder,
grabbing a fistful of his shirt, and quickly removed it. And after he tossed it
aside, he assisted Olivia with the removal of her cotton blouse and white satin
demi-bra. Completely bare from the waist up, he couldn’t peel his eyes away
from her beautiful body. He lightly pinched one of her pebbled nipples between
his thumb and index finger as he
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