The One who got Away

It doesn’t take long before I take things up a notch and I invite her up to the apartment to see it. Now it really has become home, I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else in the world. I am happy to give up all the space in the world for here. My parent’s mansion is nothing compared to this.

“Oh, my goodness. I love it!” Leah declares enthusiastically as she steps inside. “It’s really awesome here. It’s how I want my home to be once I get a place of my own.”

She hasn’t mentioned Patrick yet, and although I know that I shouldn’t, I can’t help myself. I guess I just want to address it to see if I can get anything from her. Maybe I can get an inkling of what she’s thinking about me. As she takes a look about, I find a seat on the couch, and soon she sits next to me.

“By yourself?” I ask, innocently enough. “Not with that boyfriend of yours?”

I watch her expression fall, immediately feeling bad. “Patrick already has a home of his own, but it won’t be one that I’m ever sharing with him.” She breathes out a deep huff. “Since we aren’t together anymore.”

It’s really hard, but I do what I can to keep my expression neutral. “Oh, that is a shame. Sorry to hear it.”

“No, you aren’t.” Her temper flares a little, very unexpectedly. “You were the one who told me that I didn’t want to be with him because he bored me. You were the one who made me realize that I want more.”

Oh… I don’t know if she meant to say that, but it came out regardless. The words flew out of her mouth like accusatory bullets and I’ve caught and relished every single one. If I’ve made her do anything, it means my opinion is important to her or she wouldn’t take any notice of me. She really does give a shit.

“I am sorry that your relationship ended,” I reply coolly. “Even if I didn’t think that it was right for you. The last thing I want is for you to be unhappy. You don’t deserve that. And I’m also sorry if you blame me. Even if it came off that way, I wasn’t ever trying to be a dick. I just saw that you were flat and that you needed more from life.” I give her a one shouldered shrug. “I suppose I’ve never been great at keeping my opinion inside, that’s all.”

Leah looks at me suspiciously. She’s breathing heavily, almost as if she has no control over herself anymore. I brace myself, half expecting the worst. Then all of a sudden, she leaps on me…

Chapter Twenty Three – Leah

I don’t know what I’m doing here, I don’t know why I came, I just know that I’ve completely lost all control of myself. A big part of me wants to smack some sense into Zane, to make him see that he’s done me wrong in a whole lot of ways, but I can’t. Deep down, I know I didn’t have to come here after my job interview, even to see the place, I wanted to, and that’s because I want to see him. I want to know how Zane is.

I don’t know if I ever expected to be attacking him with my mouth though, kissing him like there’s no tomorrow, but that’s exactly what’s happening here. I can’t ignore the magnetic pull for even a second longer and although I don’t know if this is the right thing to do, or even if this is how I should be behaving, this is where I am. My lips are pressed up against Zane’s, and all those wonderful feelings from five years ago are back. It’s as if the desire filled part of my life has been pretty much locked away and now it’s running free again. Free and wild, like an animal. I feel like the dragon inside of me has been uncaged, and it feels awesome.

My life has been missing this. My relationship with Patrick was always missing this. It sucks but it reminds me that I was right to let him go. He can get this with someone else, he deserves passion too.

“Woah, Leah…” Zane eventually pulls back from me. “What’s going on here?”

The funny thing is when he stops us for a moment, it doesn’t feel like Zane is killing the mood. He’s giving us a moment to think about this before we do something crazy, but it does nothing to storm the sensations swirling violently throughout my system. If anything, staring up into his eyes makes it so much worse.

I could make a comment now to force him to tell me what he wants, I know I could. But this time, I don’t want to. I want Zane to know that I want him, and that although I didn’t intend it, I’m here to claim him for me.

“What does it look like we’re doing?” I reply coyly. “Unless… this is something that you don’t want?”

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I sound confident enough, but I don’t know if I really feel it. Much as I’m sure that he must feel this burning chemistry too, I’m scared that for some reason he might turn me away. I’ll live, I’ve learned to be strong on my own – or at least, I’m learning – but I don’t think that I’ll like it. The words will still hurt.

“Are you mental?” he growls while nestling into my neck. “Of course, I want this! I’ve wanted this from the moment that I first laid eyes on you again, I’m just nervous that it isn’t right for you. You’re the one who’s only just come out of a relationship, I don’t want to push things too quickly…”

I slowly slide one finger down his body while giving him a seductive look. “I want this,” I assure him.

Then, to prove my point I tuck my fingers under the hemline of his filthy tee shirt and I yank it upright. There, I see the most incredible set of abs that I’ve ever laid eyes on. He was strong before, I have the memory of his body from back then etched into my memory, but it seems that working with his hands has done him all kinds of favors. Now, he has the most sculpted body known to man, and he isn’t in the gym every day to get it.

Once he’s topless, I do the one thing that I wanted to all those years ago, but I didn’t have the confidence to take that bold step back then. I was a shy virgin who didn’t know any better. I might not be the most experienced woman in the world now, but I have the confidence that I need to dip my hand into his trousers and to feel him over his boxer shorts. Immediately, I’m struck by how hard he is. He’s like a steel rod all for me. If I doubted that he wanted me before, then I know for sure that he does now. This is all for me.

“Oh my,” I murmur as I rub him up and down, feeling all of him. “Oh, Zane, you’re so big…”

“What you don’t remember?” he replies teasingly, while nibbling my ear very sexily. It’s an oddly sharp sensation that brings all of my electrical sparks to life. “I didn’t think you could forget.”

I slide my eyes closed and go deeper, braving the inside of his underwear. His cock is burning with a heat, and that’s a heat that’s all for me. My hand feels delicate and small wrapped around him, like he’s the big bad wolf ready to corrupt me. My heart hammers with joy, my breath gets stuck in my throat, I can’t think, only feel…

As I move my hand up and down his shaft, slowly at first, trying to feel every inch of him, but quicker once his body starts to tremor with bliss, I can feel a wetness pooling in my panties. My body is already more turned on that I’ve been in a very long time and Zane hasn’t even touched me yet. God knows what will happen when he does, I’ll probably explode in a puddle of fireworks. I shift on the chair as I pleasure him, trying to hide how crazy he has me feeling. For the moment, I just want to concentrate on him. His body is a freaking temple and I want to explore every damn inch of it in case something tears us apart once more.

“Lay back,” he eventually grunts while wrapping his hand around mine to stop me moving. I’m disappointed, but I suppose it’s a good thing because I want to feel him inside of me as well. “I want to see you.”

Mesmerized by his words, I do as he commands. There is such a dark desire in Zane’s eyes, he’s giving me that look again that brings me back to being a teenager driven only by lust. It feels good to be wanted by him.