She barely starts to nod her head before I’m cupping my hands on each side of her cheeks and pulling her against me. When our lips touch, it’s like I’m drawn to her and I can’t get close enough. I tilt her head to side, deepening the kiss. She melts into my arms as if we’ve been together for years instead of just meeting today. She fits against me like we were made for each other and I slide my hands down her shoulders, down her back and lock them behind her, pulling her hips against mine.
I start to pull my lips away from her and she whimpers. The soft sound makes me groan and I plant my lips on hers again. I want to touch her. I want to run my hands up and down her body and feel every inch of her. Her large breasts are pressed against me and it’s as if I can’t catch a breath. I force myself to break the kiss, and I drag her against me, holding her head against my chest. Her arms go around me and we stand there, just like that until I can finally breathe again.
I could stand here forever, but the sound of the security guard going by on his golf cart pulls me out of my trance. I throw a hand up to wave at him before looking down at Jackie. Her eyes are shining in the darkness and her lips are swollen from our kiss. She looks hungry for another one as her tongue swipes across her lower lip. I rest my head against hers.
I know she wants me to ask her to come home with me and it’s killing me not to. But there’s no sense in rushing it. “Jackie?”
“Yeah?” she whispers as her hot breath hits my neck.
I contain my trembling body. “Will you go out with me tomorrow night?”
She smiles up at me. “I’d like that.”
4
Jackie
I have to admit that I like how he treats me. I expected him to take me back to his house after our dinner last night, but after a few kisses in the parking lot, he helped me to my car and watched as I pulled away.
He is something else. My lips are still tingling from the kisses he gave me last night. He texted me this morning and told me to wear my bathing suit under my clothes for tonight’s date. I’ve been a nervous wreck all day and sort of freaking out about the fact that I’m wearing a bathing suit and not sure exactly what we’re doing. I had convinced myself that a safe one piece was the way to go, until about ten minutes ago. I finally said to hell with it and put on my high waisted bikini bottoms with the matching black halter bikini top. I figure there’s no sense hiding who I am; he’s going to figure it out before long.
When he picks me up, the same throbbing in my lower body is back again. Just being near him does it to me. I smile shyly at him. “So, where are we going and before we go, I just thought I should tell you, I’m not that comfortable in a bathing suit.”
I decided before he picked me up that I would just be honest with him. Maybe that will change his plans for the night. But he surprises me. He holds on to my hand, pulling it up between us. He traces his finger across my palm and my whole body tingles from the simple touch. “If you really don’t want to, we don’t have to. But I think it will be fun. I’d like to do this with you, but if you’re uncomfortable we’ll do something else.”
Tilting my head to the side, I look at him. Seeing the excitement on his face, I know I’m not going to ruin the night for him. “Okay, so where we going? The lake? A waterpark?”
He just shakes his head. “Nope. Somewhere more private.”
He drives us to a brick building downtown. I look up and down the street. “Uh, there’s no pool here. At least not that I know of.”
He laughs as he takes my hand in his and leads me to a blacked-out door. Before he opens it, he asks, “Do you trust me?”
What a loaded question. I mean I just met him, but my gut is telling me I can trust him. I shrug my shoulders. “Yes, you haven’t given me a reason not to.”
He kisses my cheek and opens the door, ushering me in.
It has to be the most colorful room I’ve ever seen. There is paint everywhere. We stand in line and all the people are laughing and having a good time around us, and my belly is filled with nerves. When we get to the front of the line, Reagan tells the woman behind the counter, “I reserved a private painting room under Reagan Kline.”