Nicholson? Probably about the same time he answered the front door wearing nothing but a pair of black jeans. I recall that man. All he wanted was a wing-woman. He warned me not to fall for him. I gave him everything he never wanted. But the same could be said for him. We are so wrong for each other.
I have to get over him, forget his effect on me and the taste of his lips. I bolt off the bed and tap his foot. “Out.”
He doesn’t move. He simply watches me and then puts his hands behind his head and stretches out his long body on my bed. “No.”
I give up and go to my dresser. I sift through my clothes and pick a pair of pink denim shorts. I find my black top that shows off my belly a little, and couple the outfit with my black thong and bra.
Turning my back to Kent, I begin to undress. I’m not wearing any panties and my t-shirt bra is thin and barely there.
“Your ass is beautiful,” he compliments. “Your tiny waist too. Honestly, Rain? Your body tortures me.”
I can feel his eyes all over my body as I undo my bra. I shove his words out of my brain. I am standing completely naked in front of Kent Nicholson. That nefarious hunger is back. It knows Kent’s here and it wants him. I turn around and grab my clean panties, stepping into them as I attempt to keep my back to his.
“Interesting,” his deep voice rumbles.
“What’s interesting?”
“You shave. I noticed it last night, but your lack of pubic hair wasn’t on the top of my list of concerns. Your tight pussy, however, made the top of my list.”
I guess I don’t keep my back to him completely. A blush creeps over my skin. I try not to think about what I’m doing. Just get dressed. Don’t maul him. “Kent,” I warn.
“I figured you’re a virgin. Why shave your pubic hair?”
“Because I can. Why are you looking at my vagina anyway? Can’t I have some privacy?”
“I want your vagina. That’s why I’m looking at it. I want to taste it, fuck it, and own it.”
My knees nearly buckle. I stand there with my back to him, breathing so hard I know he can hear it. I’ve never wanted to attack someone in my entire life the way I want to attack him.
Without responding, because I have nothing to say, nothing at all, I put my bra on and then my shorts. Lastly I put my black top on and then grab my makeup bag. Kent’s face is reflected in my compact as I apply it. His handsome, breathtaking, painful face. I look down and grab my foundation. After last night I need a layer of it.
“I invited Auburn Hair.” He puts his cell back in his pocket.
I close my eyes and break. “Good for you.” I grab my gold shadow and apply it with a shaking hand, bringing out the brown and green color in my eyes. After some liner and mascara I am hypnotizing. I want to be hypnotizing tonight. “Can I borrow a condom tonight? I don’t have any. You know, because I’m a sweet untouchable virgin.”
He laughs darkly. “You’re not hooking up with anyone. If you don’t want me then you’re shit out of luck. I’ll make sure of it.”
I whirl around and throw my peach gloss at him. But I do want you!
He moves out of the way and picks it up, twirling the tube around with ease. “Willow despised gloss. She was a red lipstick kind of girl.”
I picture the onyx beauty wearing red lipstick. “Where did you two meet?”
“At a party. We locked eyes across the room and that was it. I was done for.” He smiles sadly. “Before her I dated girls, but I never loved them. I liked them enough to try, but with Willow I had to have her. I cleaned my act up. I deleted all the women from my phone. Stopped hooking up with other girls. We were so damn in love I asked her to marry me after being together a year. I was sure we were going to be together forever. And then one night we got into a fight over something stupid and I went out and got drunk and ended up screwing some random chick. She packed her shit and was gone the next night. I tried to get her back but she met another guy.