As we reach my door, I search my clutch, feeling for my keys. Easton’s body stands close behind as I fumble around. As I let out a deep breath and close my eyes, I muster the courage to ask, “Wanna come in?”
With a deep voice, he responds, “I’d love to.”
A small smile creeps across my lips as I unlock the front door. I push it open, stepping inside and letting Easton follow behind me. The shining moonlight illuminates the dark foyer as I turn to lock the door. I place my keys on the hook and reach to switch on the light, but Easton turns to me, pushing me against the door.
His lips crash into mine. His tongue thrusts into my mouth as we savor the taste of one another. I drop my clutch on the floor and wrap my arms around his neck. His hands reach down to cup my ass and his arms lift me off the floor, pressing me further into the door behind me.
As we continue to kiss, he handles my lifted body with one hand and uses his other hand to reach down and free the heels off my feet. The shoes fall to the ground and his free hand returns to cupping my ass. Surging heat starts to boil inside as I curl my legs around his waist and grind against him.
My chest heaves up and down as I try to get control of my breathing. The pounding beat of my heart bangs across my chest. Easton presses us closer together and a small gasp escapes my lips as I feel his bulge threatening to escape from his jeans.
I get excited and bite his lower lip. He lets out a gasp and growls deep, “That’s it.”
He pulls me off the door and continues to carry me through the living room. “Where’s your bedroom?”
A little squeal escapes my lips. “In the back.”
With lightning speed, he races toward the bedroom, pushing the door open and slamming my body onto the bed. He rips off his shirt, exposing a set of rock hard abs, and I have the sudden urge to lick every single one of them. Grabbing the bottom of my dress, he lifts it over my head, exposing my lace bra and panties. I hear his shoes scurry on the ground as he unbuckles his belt, kicking off his jeans.
He bends down to me and lays his body on the top of mine. His deep kisses push my body into a frenzy of electrifying sparks. My fingertips skim across his chest and roll down his rock hard abs.
As he continues to remove the last layer of clothing off my body, my heart skips a beat. The moonlight breaks its way into the room and all I see is Easton.
Strong. Hard. And ready for me.
Oh yes.
******
The warm sun blinds my eyes, causing me to squint as I blink away the sleepiness. As I open my eyes and take in my surroundings, I reach over to feel the other side of my bed. Empty. I sit up in bed, checking to see if his clothes are anywhere in sight. Nope. However, my dress is neatly placed on my desk chair and my shoes are upright against the closet door.
Hoping that he’s in the kitchen, I call out, “Easton?”
I wait a few seconds, but no response. Of course not. Letting out a sigh of disappointment, I hoist myself out of bed, get dressed, and walk into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee.
As I step inside, I notice a handwritten note on the counter. Picking it up, I unfold it and read the contents.
Thanks for the dance. See you at work tomorrow.
Smiling at his note, I pause and think. Tomorrow? How am I supposed to act at work?
Ah hell.
Roman
YOU NEVER FORGET A FACE, but it’s the eyes that haunt my dreams. It’s been a month since I’ve seen Melanie after all these years and the dreams still haunt me at night. I can’t seem to shake the feeling, but in a way, I don’t want to.
Some days, while I walk throughout the city, I catch myself staring at blonde women, wondering if it’s her. It’s almost an obsession, which my aunt has emphatically pointed out. I see it more as a longing, a yearning, wanting to have her with me, right here, right now.
Ever since the first moment I laid eyes on her, I’ve always felt a pull toward her. But, it was the second and third times she visited the bakery that my feelings really started to surface. Usually when she came by the bakery, I was either studying or covered in flour—not very attractive, to say the least.
I would work as much as I could, hoping to have another chance to talk to her. Most of our conversations consisted of ‘hello’ and ‘you’re welcome’. Nothing ever lasted longer than a couple minutes and as she would scope out our selections, I always ended up arguing with my inner self then chickening out. I wasn’t smooth at all in high school. Awkward and weird was my strong suit.
I
can remember the day she first visited the bakery like it was yesterday: her cute outfit, her soft wavy hair cascading down her back, her plump lips. It is a vivid memory, but it’s the day that it rained that will always stand out to me.
I just arrived from a long day of helping Uncle Vinny do the yard work. You’d think in New York City there wouldn’t be many trees, but you’d be surprised. The spring season is always the worst for me. With all of the yard work, helping Aunt Maggie, and staying on top of school, I barely have enough time to be by myself, let alone play sports.