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Lovers - Chapter One
« on: February 26, 2014, 12:58 PM »
My heart rate increased, my breathing was short and quick, there was fluttering in my stomach and my chest was tight. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and my senses went into overdrive. Every muscle was coiled tighter than Dick’s hatband in anticipation of his touch. There was nothing that told me that he stood behind me but I knew he was there.
When I first noticed him—no, not noticed—felt. When I first felt him looking at me, my first thought was that he’d been doing so for some time.  Sitting at one of the few tables in the club, his legs crossed at the knee, one arm on the tabletop, the other rested in his lap. He stuck out from the rest of the crowd. Instead of the club clothes the rest of us wore he had on a suit and even from where I stood, which was on the opposite side of the crowded and dark night club, I knew it was expensive. That was the first time my traitorous body failed me. I wanted to look away; to turn around, but I was powerless to move an inch. Everything I needed to know about him I saw in his eyes. He was use to getting what he wanted.
And he wanted me.
Ordinarily this would not have posed a problem for me. I’m use to attention. Go out of my way for it. I thrive on it. The mock turtleneck, long sleeved, lace dress that stopped mid-thigh and showed off my brief panties and push up bra screamed for the eyes of every man I passed to look at me. Had I not been out on the hunt myself? Looking for some unsuspecting prey to bed? Yet, there I stood.
 I would never again shout at my television when I saw zebra, wildebeest, gazelles or any other animal frozen; scared still, as they try to sense the predator lurking in high grass or hidden in the bushwithin striking distant.  I pity every creature I’ve ever seen give pause before impending doom. A category that now included me. How the fuck had that happened?

The hand on my hip stopped my breath and made my heart work double time. The fluttering in my stomach was no longer butterflies but an exaltation of larks. My whole body tingled and I became so aroused that between my legs was damn near weeping. I took a deep breath; tried to regain some semblance of control, but the smell of his cologne made me weak. It made me want to kiss him. A kiss that was long and slow and sensual. A kiss that would take my breath away. The kind that readied one’s body and mind for extraordinary pleasure. 
The hand made a slow climb up my body until it rested around my throat. I swallowed as the fingers tightened and he pulled me back against his chest, placed his nose behind my ear and inhaled deeply. The warmth of his breath as he exhaled sent shivers down my spine. The whisper of a kiss he placed on the side of my neck stilled me completely.
 “Beautiful girl, you smell good.”
 The soft pressure on my throat, his whispered words, the feel of his chest against my back raising and falling stole my words. I wanted to say something—anything—to let him know I’m in the same league. But hell, we weren’t even playing the same game. He smiled. I could feel it spread across his lips. Lips that were still pressed against my skin.
 “Easy,” he whispered, his hold around my neck tightening.
 How he knew I was about to move I had no idea. I was going to run. Whatever he was offering was more than I needed. More than I wanted.
That was the second time my body let me down. I didn’t move an inch, although I was getting conflicting signals. My body wanted nothing more than to rub all over the hard chest that was pressed into my back. My mind was screaming—hello, there’s a hand around your throat. But there was nothing in the touch that said he meant me harm.

I steadied my breathing and felt him move closer. The one step allowed me to feel his erection in the small of my back and God help me, behind my still closed lids, I imagined the things that could be done with it—and to it. He took another long deep breath, one that made me feel like he committed my scent to memory. He kissed behind my ear, a second one lower, until his nose was in my hair and his lips were pressed against the back of neck. Each kiss a soft promise of things to come.

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