Page 23 of Oh Boy!
Sally
“Well, this was fun! Movie. Popcorn. Date…” I scratch the back of my head as we exit the premises. Nathan’s hand snatches mine and brings it to his mouth for a soft kiss. The unusually warm October night is a welcome change from the freezing A/C of the local theatre.
“Agreed.” He kisses my temple, and my heart melts a little. There was a time when I despised men staking their claim this way. Tonight, I welcome it. Same as when he laced his fingers with mine when the lights went down and the previews started. My thumping pulse proves, once again, that he affects me more than I care to admit.
My eyes dart his way as I twirl my braid around my index finger. “Although I’ve been told movies are usually first-date material.” Without thinking, I lead us in the direction of the café and my apartment. The lingering insecurities that he would stand me up drove me to suggest this meeting place. Also, the proximity to my apartment made it less embarrassing to go back home if he changed his mind. Of course, the devil on my shoulder repeated that he’d probably ditch me for his next conquest once we’d slept together. On the other hand, the voice of reason countered that he wouldn’t have stuck around for two months after we met if he didn’t care. My lack of social and dating skills continue to rear their ugly head.
“Do you live under a rock?” He shakes his head. “And for the record, I prefer to live by my own rules.”
I nod, thoughtful; my path is quite the opposite.
“Best rock ever!” I wink. Thinking back on my younger years spent outside of Toronto, I heave a pained sigh. He must sense that something’s wrong and releases my hand to grip my shoulder. This time, a content sigh leaves my mouth; I don’t miss his smirk. We walk in a comfortable silence until I skid to a stop at the coffee house. “Anyway, thank you.”
Facing me, his knuckles brush mine, and butterflies flutter in my stomach. “I should be the one thanking you for suggesting this. A nice change of pace. I forgot how much I enjoy low-key activities with the right company. Spending time with you also helps me figure you out better.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you’re awfully secretive, but being around you teaches me what makes you tick, you know.” He chuckles as my eyes bug in confusion. “Let me rephrase: You’re an introvert hidden behind a pretty face and a hot body. You’ve piqued my interest from day one.”
My mouth parts at his declaration. I shiver. He’s the first man to see me as a person; I wonder if that’s also the case for him. Granted, he called me Barbie, but not for long. “Is this your way of complimenting me Nathan?” Mindlessly, I take the couple of steps to my doorway. Nathan isn’t privy to this information, although I mentioned living in the area the night of his opening.
“Maybe I am… You are a walking mix of contradictions. The mystery that you represent is utterly appealing to me. I’m sure that’s what drew me to you. You’re like a Christmas present: a beautiful surprise.”
“Wow! You kissed the Blarney Stone, Mr. Calligraphy Hotshot!”
“I’m very serious, Sally Mitchell.” His thumb strokes my flushed cheek. My eyes flutter, expecting a Hollywood kiss.
Impatience gets the better of me. “I live upstairs.”
* * *
The front doorthuds behind us, echoing through the otherwise empty hallway. I couldn’t care less. My raging hormones are doing the talking, so nothing else matters. Me. Nathan. Desire. His hip tilts and pushes my back against the door. My top-floor apartment is flooded with high expectations, shallow breathing, and rushed expletives rather than street light. Yet, my vision has never been clearer; neither has my resolve.
The friction of our chests sends jolts of electricity to all of my nerve endings. I moan. Sucking in a breath, my hands fondle his gorgeous ass. He grunts. His greedy mouth slams into mine without preamble and he cups my cheeks. We whimper. His skillful tongue slides between my lips. Teeth clash. Emotions unfurl. Tongues twirl.
The delicious scrape of his stubble on my face shoots straight to my core; a now familiar ache settles low in my belly. Fidgeting, I rub my thighs together as my need for him soars. I breathe in; his essence is addictive. Widening my stance to grind myself against his growing hard-on, I surrender to my primal instincts. Meanwhile, his tongue continues to explore my mouth.
My entire body is on fire. Vertical sex sounds thrilling… or not—yet. “Second door to the left,” I stammer after reluctantly breaking the kiss. I claw at his shoulders, and my legs wrap around his hips. “Now!”
“Your wish is my command.” His arm lands below my butt for support.
My head falls backwards as his lips attack my neck while his free hand skates across my back and ruins my neatly braided hair, which is as wild as I feel. With each frantic caress, my heart speeds up and my mind gives way to my senses. I’m a quivering mess and loving it! In between sexy growls, he clumsily manages to pull off my eggshell leather jacket. My dark green blouse and black bra follow in its wake.
Still fully-clothed, he gently deposits the puddle of goo that I’ve become on the comforter to finish what we started. Feeling exposed, a nervous giggle escapes. He pecks the valley between my breasts, and I hear two distinct thumps and register that he got rid of his shoes. Next, his denim jacket flies over the stack of books on my nightstand.
The first man that I’ve wanted in years towers over me, straddling my thighs. I squeeze them together to control my escalating craving. “Ohhh, Sally.” My heart swells with pride when my name rolls off of his tongue, sounding like a plea. His hot breath fans across my freckled skin.
The contradictions return with a vengeance. Hot and cold. Turned-on and scared. Impatient and cautious. He stills, gazing at me with a hunger that flatters my bruised ego. Propping myself on my elbows to bridge the distance, I allow my eyes to silently convey my pent-up longing. A wicked grin appears when the tip of my tongue wets my lips at the view of his massive erection that I long to set free. Unbuckling his belt and lowering his zipper, my hand slides into his boxer briefs to knead his firm ass.
Surprise flashes on his face, but he soon recovers. “Strip me,” he croaks, his voice huskier than ever; I hastily oblige. Damn, he’s perfect! I can’t wait to explore his tattoos in the light. My heart skips a beat when his erection springs free.How is he going to fit?
As if sensing my need for reassurance, he slowly leans down, careful to avoid crushing me, then steals my lips again. Arms on either side of my face, his kiss is softer, but the yearning is still there. “Listen, I…” His ivory skin reddens with every breath he takes. “You sure about this?”
My blood runs cold.What’s gotten into him? Did he ask Courtney the same question?I discard the question as soon as it pops into my head, but it still has me frozen like a deer in the headlights. “Having second thoughts?”
His mouth releases mine, and he murmurs, “I want you more than my next breath. I want to be inside you more than I’ve ever thought possible…” His fingertips run along the side of my bare waist. “But I want you to be sure that this is whatyouwant.” I agree in a choked voice. “One thing, though...” He stops and shifts to lie down beside me, elbow on the bed with the side of his head propped on his splayed hand. I face him, mirroring his stance, and bite my lower lip. “Have you ever…” He clears his throat, drawing infinity signs on my waist, which tickles. My eyes widen when he stifles a loud sigh and blurts out, “Are you a virgin?”
“What? No!” As much as I hate that he misread the signs, I’m grateful that he sensed my hesitation. In spite of his horniness, his intentions remain noble. “I want you… I want you inside me. It’s just been a while… Something happened and I… I’m read—”
