Where Would I Be Without You - By CJ Hawk Page 0,15

onto my hip and to the lower of my back pulling me in closer to him. I let my lips open just a bit as his pursued mine that held a tingling sensation to them. I had never felt that vibe with another man before, not in the way his lips were pressing against mine. Just as his hot tongue dipped into my mouth a loud easy moan exited as I felt my body press itself hard against his, almost pushing him backward. If it wasn't for his strength of his body, I was pretty sure I could have knocked him back onto the couch with my passionate bravado. I was feeling pretty dang passionate right now, all this from just this kiss. This kiss, which far surpassed the little surprise he dropped on me earlier right before he left me reeling in the laundry room.

When his lips pulled back, his hand on my lower back started stroking my back, as his hand on the back of my head pulled my head back a bit so he could look down into my eyes, he spoke while I felt like a melting mess right there on my hardwood floors.

"Amber Jones. You are one sweet surprise I was not expecting with this job." He let out a light flirty laughter that made me realize that this attraction had just taken two to tango.

I wanted to find my voice and talk, yet for once, I could not babble. I could not interject my goofy sense of humor that could talk its way out of a crowded room. I could not speak, nor could I move. My body was humming from toenails to hair follicles on the tip of my head. I was a humming strumming neon sign that was flashing the word 'GO'. There was no word that remotely meant stop that was going to exit my mouth, nor was I going to do anything that might be interpreted in the least bit as 'not tonight dear'. I just stood there with my lips slightly parted, wet from our kiss, my breath hitched and my eyes staring into his wondering if this was one wicked wet dream I would wake up from and kick myself for not following through. Then his voice held question as if he needed a go ahead.

"Amber?" I felt his fingers stroke my face as he repeated my name in question, just as I felt the distance between us may have only increased by inches but felt like a mile. I wanted to be wrapped back up in his arms.

I had been mentally undressing and seducing my neighbor slash hot super all while, he stood in my front room telling me a story about something that had to do with his sister's laundry or was it, he asked me if it bothered me. Either way, I did not remember.

"Uh. Sorry." It was the only answer I could supply. My body was an internal molten mess from my own internal visioning that I had no words to describe my lack of interest in his conversation. I glanced at my laundry basket, and back to him while spurting out a comment. "Hey thanks by the way. In case, I didn't say it earlier. You didn't need to fold my stuff. Maybe next time I leave one washer and dryer open." I let the last part come out in laughter as he took a step closer, back within the parameters that had put us in that last memorable sensual kiss.

"You could or we could put a maintenance sign on the door and do our laundry together. I'm sure we could think of something to do while the wash and spin cycle complete."

Oh my garsh. Did he just insinuate where my mind had just been? I guess my raised eyebrows caused him some caution on the 'you took it too far Latin lover' level.

"I'm just kidding with you." He let his hand stroke my arm as he took that final step closer. This put him within my 'this is going to go somewhere naked' space. The space that is only reserved for lovers. Then before I could say a word, I watched his hand come up and softly stroke the side of my face as his fingers weaved into my hair and found themselves on the back of my neck. He took the last and final step it takes for a man to get ready to kiss a woman. His thumb tilted my