Page 25 of The Designer
“I wouldn’t dare hurt you, nor do I want to force you into a relationship if you’re not ready. We certainly have given our bodies to each other, but I want all of you.”
“What happens after the opening of the club? What do we do then? Have a long-distance relationship?”
I’ve been trying to find the right moment to ask her to join me. I guess no time is right like the present. “Kara, would you be interested in working on the Jamaica project with me?”
“New York or the Island?” she asks with a smile on her lips.
“The Island. It will be about a seven-month build. We’ll be living over there, just the two of us. I know it may be difficult to leave your business and sister behind, but I really want you there.”
She lays down, and silence surrounds her. “I don’t know. I was all aboard until you mentioned leaving my sister, and she’s the only family I got. Can I think about it and talk it over with her?”
“Sure. Of course.” I get a sinking feeling that she will not be joining me but I push that down to deal with later. The truth is, I have her with me now. I’m on my back and invite her to rest her head on my chest.
“Brent, there’s one more thing I want to discuss.”
She comes up with great questions, so I start thinking about my random weird answers to some of the most asked, new-couple questions.
“Put it on me,” I reply enthusiastically.
“Earlier you said that you think you love me. Did you mean it?”
I wasn’t expecting that question at all. In fact, I suppressed it before we even left the restaurant.
“Well, I mean, I said he, your boss, thinks he loves you.”
“Yeah, you did. And I’m asking you, my boss, do you love me?”
I don’t want to speak those words too soon. I want this to grow into something forever and I certainly don’t want her to feel hurt. “And what if I do? Is that a problem?”
“I don’t think you should fall in love with me, that’s all.”
“Kara, love is something that happens without a time stamp. There’s never a right or wrong. People fall at a first look, a first touch, a first smile. I don’t know where I fit in all of this. What I do know for certain, and without a single doubt, is that I am falling for you faster and harder than anyone in my past and I’m afraid that if I stop, you won’t be there in my future.” I roll her onto her back, positioning myself on top of her body.
She intertwines her legs with mine and wraps her arms around my neck.
“I’m just going to keep and hold you as long as I can in my present. If this is love, it will reveal itself and mark our path the way it intends.”
“I’m falling for you, too, Brent. I knew it after the basement. I was cool with that being a passionate, heat-filled, booty call, but when I showered and laid down that night, you were so far in my mind, I felt like I knew your thoughts. It wasn’t your sex, it was you. I had to show up at your office to try to rid myself of infatuation, but instead it grew. I knew I was in trouble. I actually went to the office to reject the job, but I couldn’t. Not after seeing you. I only lost my undies after I went to the bathroom. I knew if I wasn’t strong enough to reject the job, we were going to end up fucking right there in your office because the attraction was so strong. That’s when I realized I wanted you forever.”
She giggles at the last part of her statement, and her smile, even in the dark, is bright, alluring, sexy. I kiss her, savoring every morsel of her mouth. I can still taste the alcohol from the party lingering on the back of her tongue.
“Mmm…” she moans as my kisses move from her mouth to her neck.
I suckle on her skin, licking the sweat from hours of sex, and I’m still able to smell her perfume.
“Brent,” she calls.
I look at her with full attention, no words.
“We’re out of protection,” she reminds me.
I don’t want to try any pull-outs or anything like that, so I stop.
“That’s right. That one broke before we could even get it on. I’ll run and get some more in the morning.”
“Make sure you get two large boxes. I plan on wearing your ass out this weekend.”
“I can see my memorial now. Brent Phillips, death by voodoo pussy.”
We both laugh, and I take this moment to slip my boxer briefs back on and a pair of shorts. Not like these things will stop her from taking them off if she wants this dick. They just add a layer of warning. She throws on my t-shirt and nothing else. Nope, there isn’t anything she can wear that doesn’t turn me on.
