Every Woman's Dream... But You.

Seven

Inspired by debbieellen1 although her writing is absolutely superb, I'm just a beginner!

I'm laid down on the sofa when Ian and Nikki come in and sit together on the other sofa and Tom follows, aiming for the other end of the one I'm on. I'm about to jump up to give him space but before I can, he scoops up my legs, sits down and puts my legs back on his lap without saying a word.
I raised my eyebrows, considering saying something but I just want a peaceful evening so I let it go.
I see Ian and Nikki exchanging glances and frown at them.
"Put the film on already."
"Alright, calm down. Anyone would think you were dying to see Loki." Ian laughed out loud.
I cringe and jump up. "If your going to be idiots, I need alcohol." I groan, heading to the kitchen.
I grab a couple of bottles and make a rather lethal cocktail, pour it in a big jug, pour a jug of water as well, I don't know if Tom is driving after all and head back to the lounge with 4 glasses.
"Just ask her." I hear Nikki's voice that makes me hesitate.
"I don't think so. She seems to have a strong dislike for me."
"You know what they say about the line between love and hate." Ian chuckled. Why are they encouraging him?
"I really like her, I don't want to scare her off." His voice softened and I'm surprised to hear this, I really just thought he'd been winding me up. Well he's still an obnoxious ass, but at least I can chill out a bit now with him. I push open the door with my back and spin around to face three guilty looking faces.
"I didn't know if you were driving Tom so I've got cocktails and water." I gesture to the jugs as I put them down on the table in the middle of the room.
"I'm not driving but thanks." He smiles warmly.
"Did I miss something? You both look really guilty." I scrutinise Ian and Nikki's faces, trying to make them crack.
"No, we were just talking about kids."
"Oh ok." I smirk. "Want a drink?"
"Yes please." A chorus of replies so I start handing them out. I take a large sip of mine abs sit back down on the sofa, slipping my feet back onto Tom's lap which makes him jump in surprise and then grin.
The film is good, I see people glancing at me in certain parts but I know it well enough to keep a neutral expression. He is gorgeous but he's young in this film, he's matured really well. I sneak a glance at him and confirm my thoughts. He's absentmindedly stroking my calf and it feels so good. We've all finished several cocktails and I can feel it buzzing around my head. As the film nears the ending, Tom's hand slides up to my knee and sends a shiver down my spine.
"We need more drinks." I jump up and grab the jug to go and refill but almost topple over from jumping up too quickly.
"Woah, steady." Ian reached out and caught my elbow to steady me.
"Thanks, too much alcohol, too quickly!" I chuckle.
"I'll give you a hand." Tom jumps up and takes my arm.
"I'm not an invalid." I snap, "sorry, just watch the end, I'll be right back." I rush off.
I stand over the sink taking a deep breath when I notice Tom's followed me in.
"I thought you were watching the end of the film?"
"I've seen it." He chuckles, stepping close to me and taking the jug from my hand.
"I think these ones should be a bit less potent." He smiles and begins to fix a drink.
"Taste?" He offers a shot glass to me which I take.
"There's no alcohol in this." I say surprised.
"Yeah I don't think we need any more." He laughed, "it's all very well for Ian and Nikki, they're going to bed together." He stopped, biting his lip. He looks guilty, like he's said too much. I'm not sure what to say in reply to that so I turn to face him entirely, leaning back on the sink and searching his face inquisitively. He notices the shift in my attitude and putting the drink down, turns to face me, leaning back on the island. Perhaps it's the alcohol making me brave but with my inhibitions aside, all I know is I feel horny as hell.
"What do you want from me?" I ask him straight out. He's surprised by my forthright question but doesn't hesitate to reply.
"Everything." He smiles shyly, almost embarrassed.
"What?" I'm surprised now.
"I think your incredible and I'm finding myself looking for excuses to be around you."
"Wow, well your honest, I'll give you that." I half laugh. "I can't give you any of that though."
"I know you've been avoiding me?" Tom asks it as a question.
"Yeah, I am still not over my husbands death. I'm not ready to trust anyone or get close to anyone. I'm barely ready for anything physical." I shrug.
"I'm sorry about your husband, I know you told me but Ian filled me in on the details." He says gently.
"Of course he did." I snort and roll my eyes and then just stare at him. His eyes are so stunning, I'm tired of holding back. Without allowing myself to second guess or change my mind, I step right up to him and kiss him gently, so gently it was almost not happening. Except that it was happening and a second later, he pushes me back into the sink and deepens the kiss to something frantic and feral. His hands still on my back, holding me to him, our bodies pressed together tightly and his tongue slipping gently in and out of my mouth, teasing and tasting. My hands are around his back, holding him to me as well, I don't want this kiss to end because reality awaits. He trails his tongue and tiny kisses down my neck and collarbone and when I sigh a quiet moan he smashed them back onto my lips in an almost desperate plea, dragging his t shirt off over his head as he does.
"Oh whoops." Ian chuckled and walked back out again when he saw.
"Shit." I laugh, breaking away for a moment and gazing up at the hunger in Tom's eyes. He looks like I'm a cookie and he's not eaten in days. "Shit." I whisper, his gaze sending fire down through my stomach to my groin.
He kisses me again and turns me around so my back is against the island counter & with ease, hooked his hands under my legs and picked me up onto the side. I pull my top off and feel like I'm about to combust into flames and consume everything around me.
"Fuck." I groan as he kisses me down my neck again and this time down my chest and stomach. He hesitates when he gets to my shorts and I can't breathe. I'm completely torn, I want him so badly but at the same time I feel so guilty.
"Wait, hang on. We have to slow down." I gasp, suddenly ran away with my emotions.
"Sorry." Tom gasps into my neck, "too fast?" He asks.
"Yeah, just a bit overwhelming." I admit.
"Well I'm not going anywhere so we can go as slowly or as fast as you like." He kisses my neck and slides me down off the side.
"Bloody hell Tom." I sigh, putting my forehead on his chest and taking a couple of steadying breaths.
"Ok, why don't we just go and lie down on my bed and talk? We can get to know each other a bit more, no pressure." Tom takes his hands off me and steps back.
I'm torn between being sensible and giving in to my desires.
"Yes, let's do the sensible thing." I squeak and he laughs.
"Come on." He takes my hand, pulls his own t shirt over my head and leads me upstairs.