But even as I’m telling myself that, I can feel my stomach knotting up. Is it butterflies about going on a date with him? Probably. I know that if what I’m feeling for him already is any indication, he could have the power to break me. He could turn my world upside down if he wanted to. I just need to make sure I don’t let him. I usually don’t let people get too close. I just need to do the same with him.
5
Naomi
I should have known it wouldn’t last. I’ve prepared myself all afternoon. I’ve gotten ready, put on a sundress with a cardigan over it. I’ve calmed my nerves the best way I know how and then I promised myself I would see how it goes.
But when I look through the peephole on the door, I feel the breath rush right out of me. He looks so sexy and sophisticated in his navy suit. Even through the peephole I can see how his strong arms challenge the fabric of his jacket to contain his power.
Already with a pit in my stomach, I open the door. The scent of him makes me want to wrap my arms around him and just breathe him in. He smells so masculine and like something fine and rare.
I tug at the hem of my dress, wondering if I should have worn something else. He looks so good and I look almost frumpy standing next to him. He must notice my insecurity. He lifts up a bouquet of flowers and holds them out to me. “You look beautiful,” he says in awe. “I had wondered if I’d imagined it… how beautiful you are. But I didn’t. You’re breathtaking, Naomi.”
I take the flowers from him and when he hands them over, our fingers touch. Like a jolt, I feel it up my arm and I know he does too because his eyes snap to mine. His blue eyes are dark and filled with desire as he looks me up and down. “Thank you,” I mutter as I take the flowers and almost run from the room toward the kitchen. I pull out a vase and start filling it with water.
I hear the front door close and then his steps as he comes toward the kitchen. I try to take soothing breaths, but they seem more ragged than anything. “These are beautiful,” I tell him as I take them to put on the dining table. I can feel his gaze on me as though it were his hand reaching out and caressing my body and my curves. I barely keep the moan in, I can feel it so strongly.
He walks up behind me and crowds me against the table. I can feel his heat behind me, even though he’s not really touching me. I turn and when I look at him, I can’t breathe. The way he’s looking at me drives me wild with need.
I should grab my purse and walk toward the door. I should put some distance between us. I should do anything except for what I’m dying to do. I want to be in his arms. I want to feel his mouth on mine. I want it all.
He must see it in my face, because he bends his head and I see him getting closer. My heart is racing but there’s no way to calm it. It’s like there’s an electrical presence between us and it’s zapping all the common sense I have left. All my carefully laid plans of not getting too close have evaporated. Right now, I know there’s no way I could walk away from him… from this.
When his lips finally descend on mine, I gasp and with that my mouth opens, granting him better access. His hand curls around my neck, angling my face so he can even further deepen the kiss. I moan against him. His hard chest pressed against me is my undoing. I’ve never felt so safe and still so ravaged in all my life and at the same time.
I can’t stop myself then. I reach for his jacket and shove it off his shoulders. It falls to the ground and as soon as his arms are free again, he has his hands on me, pulling my cardigan off and tossing it behind me.
Before long, we’re pulling at each other’s clothing until we’re standing in my dining room, completely naked. When I back away from him, I note his swollen lips and heaving chest. But I don’t stop there. I’m dying to look at him. He feels so good under my hands, I have to see him. And when I do, my mouth drops. He is perfection. I saw him on the boat and no doubt he looked good. But up close, where I can run my hands across him as I look at him is almost too much. I don’t think he has an ounce of fat on his body. All the way from his shoulders down to his thick thighs, he is pure muscle. Even his long, hard cock is impressive. It’s hard, thick and pointed straight at me. When the precum drips from his tip and hits the floor, I drop to my knees before him. Before I even touch him, a groan escapes him. I reach out and cup his balls in my hand, feeling the weight of them. His head falls backwards, and I feel more secure knowing that I can bring this reaction from him. I lean toward him and take him in my mouth. His hand wraps around my hair and I moan, egging him on. He tightens his hold on me and I hollow my cheeks, sucking him down my throat.