The One

“Well, if things were different, and my father wasn’t a piece of shit, we could tell them it’s just a friendly brother-sister sort of sleepover.”

I step into the room, and she closes the door behind me. I strip off my coat and hang it on the back of the desk chair.

“Sleepover? Aren’t you a little presumptuous?” She teases with a half-smile, but there’s a flicker in her eyes and my need to pull her to me and kiss her is nearly impossible to fight.

“Okay, we won’t sleep then.” I play back as she takes a seat on the sofa in the suite and crosses her legs, her cheeks rising in a deep pink.

She narrows her eyes, looking directly at me as she bites her bottom lip, then asks, “What exactly is this we’re doing? I mean, I got on a plane, flew to Cincinnati for God’s sake, I’m sitting in a hotel room in the middle of the night. And, the weirdest part for me, is I’ve been sitting here wondering when you would get here. Wanting you to get here.”

She’s straight and to the point, and honestly, it’s a relief. I want to get this out and let her know this need has been rushing through me since I first saw her photo.

I can’t imagine by now she hasn’t noticed my painfully hard cock under my clothing nearly every time we are together either. Which is another thing I can’t understand. I’m a control freak. About my life, my work and even my dick.

But with Issi? Fuck, even if I tried I couldn’t control the hard-on that has taken over since I first looked at her picture.

Even stranger, is I don’t care.

“Okay, cards on the table. I don’t actually know what ‘this’ is. I’ve never had this kind of reaction to a woman before. So, I’ll tell you what I do know. I can’t stop thinking about you, Issi.” I shake my head and rub my eyes, then walk over to sit on the edge of the bed. “I know I want you. Not just sex either, although trust me, I can’t stop thinking about that either. But it’s more. I want to hear you talk. You could read me the dictionary, and I’d be mesmerized.”

The level of truth in my words is almost painful, and from the look in her eyes, I get the feeling she’s experiencing at least some of what I am. She tips her head to the side and pulls her lips back and forth before she speaks.

“It’s very strange. I’ve never felt this—whatever this is—either. But I’m here, and I’m not an impulsive sort.”

Her ivory hair hangs in waves down over her shoulders, just brushing the top swell of her tits, and I see her nipples pushing out on the thin fabric. I want to taste them. I want my lips and tongue all over her. But I want to start with her mouth.

“Me either.” I focus on her eyes, and it feels like nothing else is real right now but us. This moment. All the shit with my work even disappears. “I know I want to make you happy. I want to be the one that makes you smile.”

Her nearly translucent skin calls for my teeth. I’ve never wanted that before either. To mark someone, so the world knows she’s mine and that I’m a territorial son of a bitch so stay the fuck away.

“I’m not sure what to think.” She looks down and fiddles with her fingers, and I reach over and take her hands in mine.

The connection seems to shock us both. Our eyes lock, and it feels like a silent eternity hangs between us.

She opens her mouth to say something, but no words come out.

And there’s no wait left in me.

I pull her into me and take her mouth in a deep kiss, dropping her hands and wrapping my arms around her, then lifting her up and onto my lap, straddling me just inches from the steel rod of my cock. Greed envelops me as she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls herself in tight, rolling her hips over my hard-on and making me grunt with the pain as I greedily steal a kiss.

The heat from between her legs radiates into my core as I swipe my tongue over her lips and deep into the warmth of her mouth, a low moan taking us both as I run my hands up and down her back, feeling every inch of her I can reach. I want so much to go slow, but lust races through me, urging me to take her hard and fast.

Her flavor races through me, sweet and light like I’m tasting the color pink.

When I break our kiss, pulling my face back to look into hers, I can’t help but wonder at this angel, with her nearly white hair, those wild blue eyes, and skin so pale it doesn’t seem real.