Inseparable

“But you are interested in dating me?” she asked quietly.

“Yes, of course. Why? Have I been too subtle? At the risk of me pushing it too far, I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Come on, don’t bullshit me.”

“I’m not,” I said. “What would be the point? You are. You’re beautiful. It kind of drives me crazy, actually.”

“Oh yeah? Tell me more about that part.”

“You like the idea that you drive me crazy?” I asked.

“Of course, I do. Which girl wouldn’t?”

“Okay, I’ll play,” I said. “There’s nothing about you that doesn’t drive me crazy. Not one fucking thing. I’ve never wanted somebody as much as I want you. It doesn’t even matter what we’re doing. It doesn’t matter where we are, what you’re wearing. I want you all the time. I dream about having you. I dream about you a lot, actually.”

“What do you dream about, when you dream about me?” she asked.

I looked at her out of the corner of my eye, unwilling to face her. It was unlike her to be flirtatious to the point of being overtly sexual, and I didn't want to get my hopes up. When I realized that she was looking right at me with overly bright eyes, my cock stirred in my pants again. I couldn't help myself, even if I knew it wasn't going to get any action. When a woman as sexy as she was looked at me like that, my body responded with a mind of its own.

“Are you sure you want to know what I dream about?” I asked, trying to adjust myself without her noticing. “I have to warn you, it could be dangerous.”

“I can handle a little danger. Go on, try me.”

“All right. There’s been more than one dream, but I remember them all vividly. I dream about how sexy you look in dresses like the one you’ve got on now.”

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p; “Oh, whatever,” she said.

I smiled. “I’m dead serious. I dream about that, but more often than not, I dream about the way you’ll look when those dresses are on the floor.”

“And what do I have on?” she asked, her voice low with desire. “Once my dress is on the floor, I mean. What am I wearing?”

“Not a goddamned thing.”

I pulled her in toward me and kissed her. I couldn't resist it. At a certain point, rational thought disappears, and the body takes over. I had been right. Our conversation was a dangerous one if she wanted me to keep my hands off of her.

I expected her to pull away, just like she had every other time I'd tried something like this, but she didn't. Instead, she leaned into me and leaned into the kiss. I bit lightly on her bottom lip, not enough to hurt her but enough to let her know I meant business. She didn't pull away, then, either. Instead, she slipped her tongue into my mouth, exploring me as pent-up desire surged up inside of me.

Despite how badly I wanted her, I pulled back. "Hey, Jess? I'm going to tell you right now, unless you want things to go a hell of a lot further, we should stop right now."

“I don’t want to stop,” she said softly, almost shyly.

“Right, but do you understand what that means?”

“I understand what you’re getting at,” she said. “It’s what I want, Drew. I’m ready.”

Chapter 13: Jess

“Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes burning with passion.

“I’m sure,” I said.

And all at once, he was kissing me again. His lips were pressed against mine with a desperation, a need I sensed was the same as my own. I teased him with my tongue before allowing him into my mouth.

“I want you so bad.” He said against my mouth.

His hands went into my hair and he removed the pins that had been holding it up, and let it fall down onto my shoulders. He took a step back and looked at me.