8 Weeks

Chapter Thirty

Chapter 30 -Shelly

My body felt like it was on fire. On.Fucking. Fire.

Watching the dancers had been sensual and beautiful, but when I'd turned to see that Cal had fallen asleep next to me, I'd been overcome by lust and longing.

He was so handsome in his button up and tie, his hair styled perfectly messy.His face had looked more peaceful than I'd seen in ages, and I'd wanted so badly to lean over and kiss his full lips.

A couple of weeks ago, I'd have done just that. I would have caressed his face and used my tongue to part his lips and wake him up.

I'd felt a pain in my heart as I watched him, knowing how I wanted him, but no longer able to claim him as my own. At least not until I made up my mind as to what our future would be.

When he'd woken up he looked so deliciously rumpled that I knew I wanted to take him home, but when he'd brought his thumb to my mouth,caressing me softly ... That want became a furious need.

I unlocked my door with shaky hands, then motioned for him to come inside. He walked straight to the kitchen, causing me to frown. I'd wanted to take him into the living room and attack him, but I guessed that I could make the kitchen work.

He stood at the counter, waiting and watching my approach. I slowed a bit, putting an extra swing in my hips,eyeing him appreciatively as I walked. His tie was slightly askew,so I reached up and pulled the knot, loosening it a bit, then using it to pull him to me, my mouth fusing with his.

I kissed him greedily, hungrily, and he met me stroke for stroke, bringing his hands to my hips and pulling me tightly against him. I shifted him, guiding him away from the counter and toward the table, my lips never leaving him, just growing more frantic. I kissed along his jawline and down his neck,inhaling the spicy scent of his cologne and feeling the impact of that scent at my core.

I broke away, quickly grabbing a chair and turning it, then pushed him gently back to make him sit.

He watched me, his eyes dark with need, as I stood in front of him and turned, keeping my eyes on him. I reached back and slowly pulled my zipper down, watching his eyes follow my hand as it made its descent, exposing skin along the way. I stopped, right above my bottom, and I pulled the fabric apart slowly, his gazing sweeping my naked back as I pulled the sleeves down and let the top of the dress drop, leaving only my bottom half covered.

I widened my stance and began to shimmy out of the dress as I bent slowly at the waist, exposing the satin bikini briefs that barely covered my ass. His hands reached out,caressing my cheeks softly, reverently, causing me to groan at the delicious feel of his hands on me.

I stepped out of the dress and pushed it to the side, then turned, clad only in my heels and panties, before bringing my hands up to my hair.

Cal's eyes focused on my breasts as they lifted with my movement, and I felt completely and totally empowered.

I took the pins and barrettes out of my hair and shook my head, allowing it to fall down around my shoulders. Iran my hair through the thick tresses briefly, hoping to make them look tousled and sexy, rather than crazy and out of control.

I stepped closer, reaching my hands out to unbutton his shirt. He watched me,not moving to help me undress him, but leaving me totally in control, as if he could tell that's what I needed.

I pulled his tie over his head and pushed the shirt off of his shoulders. He let it fall and lay bunched on the chair, and I reached for his pants.He lifted his bottom for me, so I could pull the pants down his leg. When my bare breasts brushed his legs, he let out a hiss thatI felt to the bottom of my toes. My body was tense and yearning,eager for release, as I fumbled with the tie on his dress shoes.When the knot didn't want to come undone, I pulled the shoes off roughly, then yanked his pants off and stood.