Escaping the Past

In response, she nipped lightly against his bottom lip.

“I can’t believe you did that.” he mumbled.

“Sorry,” she responded. “Let me make it better.” She pressed her lips to his and touched his bottom lip with her tongue. She traced the line of the lower lip with the tip of her tongue and then closed her lips against his, their tongues warring desperately.

Brody grabbed her hip and pulled her closer to him. His hardness pressing against her bottom and she shifted her body in his lap. He groaned. “Careful,” he whispered.

“Sorry. Did I hurt you?” she asked tentatively, one hand reaching to caress his cheek.

“Not in the way you think,” he said. “I haven’t enjoyed making out like this since I was eighteen.” He pulled her shirt out of her jeans and ran his hand across the skin of her waist.

“I don’t think I’ve ever made out like this.”

“I know, it feels as good as the first time, huh?”

“Something like that,” she mumbled.

His fingertips traced a pattern across her belly, causing the breath to catch in her throat and a flutter low in her stomach. She jumped as his fingers brushed the skin just an inch below her bra.

“This okay?” he asked quietly.

“I think so,” she breathed back, her lips still playing with his.

His fingers moved up the side of her breast, touching the lacy material reverently. Her nipple stood at attention, straining against the thin cotton of her bra almost painfully, but he still didn’t’ touch it. Instead, he traced slow circles around her breast, working closer and closer to her nipple. She squirmed in his lap, hoping for something but not quite sure just what she wanted.

He lifted her shirt so he could see her bra and reached between her breasts to unhook the front closure. Uncovering her breast, he groaned at the sight of it. He began his lazy circles again. Lou released his lips and threw her head back, her breath coming in gasps. Brody watched her with veiled eyes as he came closer and closer to the small brown nub that stood so proudly. He bent his head and took her nipple into his mouth. She gasped and reached for his hair, holding his head with a strong grip. No longer able to keep her eyes open, she bit her bottom lip and concentrated on the sensations his touch was creating.

He gently flicked her nipple with his tongue, and it grew even harder in his mouth. He opened his lips, raising them a half inch from her skin, and took in a great gasp of air. This caused cool air to rush around her nipple and make it strain even harder toward his touch. He removed his mouth from her breast and replaced it with his hand, gently rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He repeated his lazy circles on the other breast.

When his mouth finally closed over her, she moaned and grasped his hair tightly. She pulled him against her breast. At her urging, his cool seduction became more powerful. He bit gently against her nipple. She moved wildly in his lap.

He grabbed the back of her neck and lifted her head where it hung back in abandon. He devoured her mouth as though she was his last meal.

Just then, the porch lights came on above them, flooding them in brilliant, white light. The power was back on. Lou jumped as though she had been scalded and looked down. Her naked, white skin was in stark contrast against his dark hand that still cupped her full breast. Reality hit her. She frantically grabbed her shirttail and covered herself. She sat up stiffly in Brody’s lap, turning to move.

He gripped her tightly around the waist and said close to her ear, “Hold on. Be still a minute. It’s still just you and me, all alone.”

Her guilty conscience spoke. “I shouldn’t have behaved like that.”

“Like what? Like you enjoyed it? That’s crazy. I love the way you ‘behaved’,” he added with a hint of sarcasm, still holding her close to him, still talking softly.

“I don’t know how you get to me, but you do.” She kissed him gently on the lips and climbed out of his lap. She sat down awkwardly in the chair beside him and took his hand in hers. She held it gently as their breaths returned to normal. “I have never felt like this before.”

“Surely, Sarah’s father…”

She cut him off. “That was a completely different situation. You have so much more experience than I do.” She leaned forward with her elbows on her knees and held her face in her hands. She waited the length of a few breaths. Then her eyes rose to meet his, tears threatening to spill over her lashes. “I am not a whore.”

He got up from his chair and knelt before her. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. “You think I don’t know that?”

A tear rolled across her cheek and he caught it with his thumb. He kissed her forehead and rose, pulling her to a standing position before him. He encircled her with his strong arms and squeezed her gently. He held the pose until once again she relaxed and sighed.

“Better?” he asked. She nodded against his shoulder. “Go to bed, Lou.” She turned and entered her room, closing the door firmly behind her and leaving him standing under the porch light all alone.

I have a daughter, for Christ’s sake. Lou changed clothes and slipped beneath the covers. The cool sheets touched her skin, which still had goose bumps from her encounter with Brody. Every nerve ending stood on end as she remembered the way his hands had moved across her body.

He must think I am an immeasurable tease, she thought as she lay on her back with one arm across her forehead, staring at the ceiling. A prick tease was what boys in high school had called her. Tonight, she had been the aggressor.

He might have asked me to dance, but then I’m the one who kissed him. And then I bit him on the lip. Oh God! She would never be able to look him in the eye again.