Loved Anew - A Tattooed Brides Short Story

I allow her to lead the kiss for a moment, waiting to see how far she wants it to go. When her tongue comes out to play with mine, I know she is mine. I open my mouth as my tongue dances with hers. My hands don’t know where to go first. One goes to her hip, gripping her like she is going to disappear. The other ends up on the back of her head. Feeling her semi-baldness against the palm of my hand doesn’t deter me. In fact, it spurs me on. My woman fought breast cancer and came out on the other side. A fucking beast. But in my arms, she is a kitten. Knowing we are going to be late for dinner if I don't pull back, I bite her lip and suck it into my mouth one more time, groping her ass in the process before I put her back from me.

Looking at her flushed face, lips swollen, having gone through my vortex, she looks so damn beautiful. Her eyes still closed, making her look even more delectable, knowing she is as gone as me.

“Open your eyes baby.” I demand, rubbing her cheek. When they land on me, she dips her head and blushes. So, fucking cute. “Hey. None of that. I love that you needed it as much as me. I just...we need this time to talk. But believe me, after tonight, there will be nothing else standing in my way.” With that I pull her to the door, and we exit. I look behind me as we walk to my car. I hope she knows how serious I am. This night is going to end with her under me. One way or another.ThreeMarilynOh God. What in the world was I thinking? I should have said no. I don’t even have a wig to wear for tonight. I am crazy. But heck if that kiss wasn’t...everything. The way he looks at me is like I am some mythical creature brought down here just for him. It’s intoxicating stuff man. A girl could get used to this. If I am honest, the nights when I wasn’t writhing in pain, or puking up everything but the freaking disease that was trying to kill me, he was what I fantasized about. But never, in a million years did I think he thought of me too. I turn my head slightly to really look at him outside of work scrubs. Damn does he look good. I never had the time to really pay attention to how freaking built he is. I mean seriously. Think Chris Hemsworth’s face and body with Alexander Skarsgard’s height. See what I mean? I mean hell, even while holding the steering wheel his arms are bulging and radiating power. And that is just from driving. I have also noticed that I can see hints of ink creeping out under his shirt leading up to his neck. Cancer centers are always so cold, so he was always in hospital sweaters, so this is the first time I am seeing him. Is it crazy that I want to trace wherever that ink goes with my tongue? Oh boy. I need to calm down. My lady parts are feeling a bit damp and twitchy.

“What are you thinking about over there?” he asks, rubbing his hand over mine. I swear if he could follow me around everywhere just touching me all day, I would be the most content woman in the world.

“Duly noted. That can most certainly be arranged.” What… what? I turn to look at him and see the smirk on his face. Oh.my. God. I cannot believe I just said that out loud. Holy moly. My face must be fifty shades of red.

“Lars, I… I didn’t...I mean. Oh man.” I hide my face in the seatbelt. There is no way to recover from this. Talk about mortification.

“Don’t hide your face from me, baby. I find your honesty, though unintentional, refreshing and sexy as fuck. Plus, I meant what I said. I could certainly arrange for me to follow you everywhere. It wouldn’t be any stretch at all seeing as how I have been obsessed with you from the moment, I saw you.”

“Oh.” What do you say to that?

“We are here baby. Wait in the car for me to come and open your door.” He hops out, hands the keys to the valet and comes around and opens my door. He offers me his hand and when I take it, a bolt of…something goes through my body. I know this is going to sound cheesy or cliché, but it is like those movies when two soulmates meet, and something happens when they touch. Yea. It was like that. I look up at him, trying to see if maybe by some chance he felt it too.