Carrie's kiss was more than just magic, it was divine. The familiar taste of her mouth immediately unleashed a tingling sensation in the lower region of my body and caused me to deepen the kiss. I never even blinked when her perfectly manicured nails dug into my flesh. Damn, I've missed her. The spark that has always existed between us suddenly ignited into a fiery inferno, one I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to extinguish again.
She bit my bottom lip just as I pulled my mouth away from hers. I pressed my forehead to hers and closed my eyes. "Jesus."
"I know, I feel it too," she admitted, breathlessly. Her whole body was shaking due to our interaction, but it only excited me more. Shit! Things had gotten out of control fast. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. I had it all planned out in my head. I was going to check us in, tell her we would be staying in separate rooms and then take my leave. I'm not saying I wanted to, but I really needed to. Although I fully intended to spend some time with her on this trip and reacquaint ourselves, I desperately wanted to see if it's possible to rekindle what was lost. My goal was to take things slow. It's simply a question of will, but unfortunately I already started to cave. How did I become so weak? It's just that she looks so beautiful today and I know I'm lucky that she's so forgiving. When I released her, she sighed.
"I'm sorry." The words escaped me and I really hoped she would understand that the apology wasn't for kissing her. It was for all the grief I've caused her.
Her green eyes brimmed with tears and I watched as they blended with her makeup and began to slide down her gorgeous face. "I've already forgiven you," she murmured, wiping them away rapidly. When she was satisfied they were mostly gone, her arms wrapped around my neck and she pressed her lips to mine. This kiss was far from being as frantic as the last one, but it was no less impassioned.
The scent of her perfume and her aggressiveness affected me. It took all my strength to combat the impulses which were once again building within me. "Does this mean you've reached your decision?"
Letting me go, she freed her arms from the black jacket she was wearing and threw it on the edge of the bed. She casually stepped out of her black heels and I grinned while glancing down at the neon pink nail polish adorning her cute little toenails. "About?"
Huh? I hate the way I tend to get lost in the little details and start remembering certain moments of pleasure we've had together. Oh yeah, I asked a question. We locked eyes again. "The option Jared gave you."
"Obviously, I know what I want. But honestly, I wouldn't call that an option."
"What are you talking about?"
Carrie snored and walked around me and I couldn't decide if my question had upset her or not. She picked up her purse and pulled her phone out, tossing the bag on the desk. She checked the screen and rolled her eyes. "It's nothing."
Ugh! Why do people always do that? I really wanted to know what her point was. I was there when he clearly said that we can go back to how things were, or she could choose commitment. It shocked the hell out of me. Jared won't commit to anyone. Well, he hasn't in years, but who knows these days. He did say it felt different this time. "No, tell me what you meant."
"Come on, you know better than I do that he has to be in complete control of every situation." She sat at the foot of the bed and dropped the phone down next to her.
It was no lie. If you look at the definition of a Control Freak in the dictionary, you will probably see a photograph of Jared. He doesn't like to point out his weaknesses to other people and always has to appear strong. "True, but what happened to make you say that?" I asked, opening the curtains to check out her view from our floor.
