Page 72 of Forgotten Pieces

“How could I forget?” I answer as I set the beer down and grab her hand and wrap my left around her waist.

She giggles as we dance to the upbeat jazz tune. I spin her in circles as we laugh to the music. Every step I take is leading her closer to me. I thought I could fight these feelings I have. But I can’t. The past holds too much power in its memory. As every minute passes our dancing slows, our bodies merge closer, our breaths almost shared.

We stop moving completely.

I look down at her and I can see the fear in her eyes. It’s the same fear that’s in mine.

But it’s not just fear. It’s fire and brimstone, passion and desire.

I don’t care anymore.

I can’t keep fighting this.

Because the woman in front of me used to be the one girl I always wanted.

The one I saw as mine.

And it’s time I finally claim her again.

My mouth falls to hers. I pause. She jumps as my breath whispers over her lips.

Her heart beats fast and strong against my chest.

I can’t wait any longer.

I can’t waste this time given to me.

I close the gap between us and touch my mouth to hers.

She hesitates at first but as I suck gently on her lip, she lets go.

The fire is back as we devour each other. Her lips full and soft. Her taste sweet, just as I remembered.

Her hands go into my hair and pull on the short strands. My cock jumps to attention as I push her against the kitchen island. My hands roam her body, sliding down the curves of her breasts, over the fullness of her hips, gripping the firmness of her ass like I wanted to do earlier.

She moans into my mouth and I take the cue to grab her hips and lift her onto the island. I move my mouth down her neck, sucking and tasting everything I let go of eight years ago. She whimpers as I suck on the sensitive spot behind her ear.

My hand hovers on her thigh slowly making its way to the hem of her dress. My lips find hers again as our tongues dance the way our bodies did earlier.

My thumb skims the inside of her thigh, my dick pressing hard against the restraint of my jeans when two hands suddenly push against my chest.

I step away and snap my eyes to hers. Regret fills her vision as her hand jumps to her lips.

“What are we doing?” she whispers.

But before I can answer she jumps off the counter, grabs her bag, and runs out the door.

I don’t go after her. I know she needs space.

I just wish I felt the same.

Because all the regret I saw in her eyes was the only regret in the room.

I would have kissed her again if I could have.

And I know I will.

Chapter Twenty-Two

---