Where Would I Be Without You - By CJ Hawk Page 0,17
curl, and my lovely lady spot vibrating. Then before I could say a word, he kissed me again. This time, we had to work together to close the door behind him as we fell against it moaning and kissing.
I pulled away first. I could have easily pulled another reckless love moment, but a little notion told me he wanted to know more, establish a friendship and so did I. It was either that, or cupid just shot me with the 'stop being stupid' arrow.
He spoke up first. "I could easily devour you here and not leave your place until morning. However, I have not eaten a bite all day, and I need to suffice my appetite with food. Then I can suffice my other appetite, if you decide to invite me back for a night cap."
I had work in the morning and a huge lack of proper sleep from the previous night. But did I say no? No, I did not. Who needs a good night's sleep two nights in a row when I have got my whole life ahead of me. I reached up, gave him a quick peck, and told him I needed to grab my shoes and purse. I decided on the easy slip off kind. I didn't want any delays when we got back.
Chapter Five
The pub he selected to take me to was one of my favorites and was only five blocks away from our building. Living in the city had its advantages, in many ways. Getting tipsy at the local pub and needing to walk home was one of them.
Just as we walked out of the apartment building and into the warm evening air, I felt his hand go to my back as we stepped out on the street. With only five or six click clacks of my three-inch slip on kitten heels in red leather, with white stitching, they are very cute, trust me; I felt his hand reach for mine. I looked down just as I let his fingers intertwine with mine, and then I looked up to his sultry colored eyes as he was already looking at me with a smile that said what I felt. This is nice.
The five block walk to the pub was taken in slow easy steps. It was as if we were in no hurry to get there. I knew he mentioned he was hungry but at the pace we were walking, and his slow easy conversation telling me about his day with the tenants in both buildings, I could have walked a mile and never stopped. It was a great feeling to hold his hand and walk down the street in a casual pace, one that I could see us replaying this scenario many nights to come.
It was then that it hit me as he held the door open for me to the pub, and we walked in with his hand to my lower back that I realized I needed to not muck this one up, take it slow, make it a real relationship, not a fly by night passionate thing. That was my smart mature brain talking; however, my whohaw was thinking something totally different should be happening at the end of this evening. The race between the two was on. I had my bets placed on the mature relationship date, while some of the people in the pub that could not seem to take their eyes off us made me think the other would be the winner. I caught a reflection in a mirror as we sat at a two-person bar height table and saw the romantic couple we were portraying to the world. It was the type of love and affection couples showed each other that seemed real, not first date nervous, not I have to be here to get laid, but a sign that two people clicked. Mason and I clicked, and with that thought, so did my neither region; it was clicking a mile a minute. This was going to be a tough call at the end of this evening.
I decided to do what I do best when flustering feelings of fantasy take place in an inappropriate place; I babbled a few questions out. "So, Mason, tell me what it is like doing maintenance on the two buildings? I mean you have told me a few interesting stories about the tenants, but I could easily see how two buildings could be a bit much for one man."