MANifesting

“No.”

Being the first man to see this beautiful woman naked, making her scream my name, was tangling my thoughts. I’d never been anyone’s first before, which felt like a huge responsibility. Especially if we wanted to keep things casual, at least for now.

Casual and temporary were not words that my body agreed with, however. Dropping my hand to grip her firm, round ass, I needed to claim her. Make her mine. Show her what love could feel like.

Allie practically purred as my tongue entered her mouth, her body writhing firmly against my fully erect cock. My jeans were almost painfully tight under her body. Leaving her clothes on was torture.

Taking my frustration out on her lips, she moaned in my arms. My hand slid under her shirt, around to the front to slip under her bra. Her soft sigh made my bones twitch with lust.

Kissing Allie was like being in a dream. I didn’t even realize her shirt was unbuttoned until I pulled her bra down to wrap my lips around her sensitive nipples. I needed to kiss every inch of her until she was begging for me to take her.

Kissing my way over to the other side, her breasts filled my palms as my tongue swirled around the delicate peaks. Her fingers tangled in my hair as her body shifted against me. I looked up to meet those seductive eyes that seemed to burn straight through me.

There was no way I could take her completely without a real date first. It just wasn’t right. She needed time to think it through.

“Allie, I want you.”

She nodded slowly, knowing exactly what I meant.

“I’m going to attempt to be a gentleman here,” I said, pulling her bra back into place and standing us both up. “I’ll take you out to dinner soon, then if you like, we can come back here and do whatever you want. Okay?”

Allie nodded. I couldn’t tell if she was radiating disappointment or relief or amusement through those magical eyes.

Kissing her forehead, I murmured, “I want you to be sure, sweetheart.” Her eyes blazed from that word. “Can I get your number and call you tomorrow?”

“Sure.” I held out my phone so that her purple thumbnails could zip across the screen. “I’ll see you soon,” she said softly, leaning in for one more kiss as I forced myself to leave.

As I walked down the street, I honestly wondered what was wrong with me. Any other man would have taken her immediately.

Shaking my head, I knew that was shameful. Maybe it was a good thing that she found me, not some random guy who would take her to bed with no intention of ever calling again.

Even if this wasn’t a serious relationship yet, it could be someday. Maybe. When we thought it was right. It was that potential that made all the difference.

CHAPTER SEVEN

* Allie *

For the next several days, every time I thought of Kellan, my fingers tingled from wanting to touch him. My breath caught whenever I remembered the feeling of his lips on mine.

We seemed to have a connection that was far too strong, too fast. Or maybe this was normal with some people. I had no idea how to tell.

The way he could make me shiver so easily simply by running his fingertips along my spine…I knew that I didn’t want to wait any longer. The urge to spend the night with him was utterly overpowering.

I loved the way he took control of me, yet still looked so deeply into my eyes every time he shifted, to make sure that I was comfortable. It was straight out of my journal – a tough guy who was still tender with me.

Even when other things had come to fruition after I planned them carefully, and set the intention to manifest them, I wasn’t quite sure whether I believed in the process entirely. It wasn’t some sort of magic, just keeping my focus on my goals. But there was something about writing things down that made everything seem more intense. Concrete.

By Thursday, we had exchanged a few texts, but there were no definite plans to meet up again. I busied myself with organizing the book store, trying to put it out of my mind.

When my phone beeped at ten minutes to close, I jumped, grabbing it desperately.

Kellan: Hey there, gorgeous. I finally got the schedule straight for the weekend, so I have Friday night off. May I take you out to dinner?

I forced myself to wait a full minute and a half before responding.

Me: Sure. What time, and where should I meet you?

Kellan: How about I pick you up at your place at seven?