Clarkson and May

Chapter 3

I deepened the kiss, her tongue softly dancing with mine. Her hands began stroking my sides pulling me into her. My hands found their way into her hair, pulling slightly, tightening my grip on her. Her reaction was immediate; she wanted it rough and I liked the way she responded under my hands. We broke apart breathless. Her eyes never left mine.

"You know, you shouldn't kiss me like this, unless you mean it like that.." Her finger nails traced patterns along the bulge in my jeans. "Please..." She whispered against my mouth. I grabbed her hand and pressed it to my erection, pinning her against the wall in a needy, greedy kiss. My hands were at her waist stroking up and down her sides. My thumbs occasionally straying across her breasts. I could feel her nipples harden and respond to my touch.

The nearby patio door swung open emitting several guests who lit cigarettes and settled into patio chairs.  I had pushed away from her before anyone could notice. I may have been outwardly collected, but my heart was jackhammering in my chest.  I risked a glance down at her, from the corner of my eye. She looked up and blew out a long slow breath. It seems she was effected as much as I was. I smiled to myself, it had been a long time since I've had this kind of fun pursuing a woman.

"I want more..." She whispered as she brushed past me heading towards the door and entering the house. I followed her in, mentally cursing the fact that I was now following just like Clarkson, and I wanted the same thing too.

Just inside the door I ran into Andy Wilman. He grabbed my arm to stop me. He wanted to make introductions to his companions. Christ they wanted to talk.....my eyes scanned the crowded room for her. She was standing near the edge of the room watching me. I made eye contact. Her eyes softly swept down. She knew I was stuck for a while and she understood. It felt like pleasantries and general conversation were dragging on forever.

Finally I got a break, said my goodbyes, and left the group. I looked to where I last saw her but she was gone. I worked my way through the room looking for her. I slipped into the kitchen grabbing two icy beers.

Finally my eyes landed on her. She was standing with her back against a wall, some guy I didn't know talking at her. "Back off corbie....she's with me tonight." I muttered to myself.

She didn't look impressed...at all. Her eyes met mine and relief seem to pass between us. I walked over to them, handed her the beer, slipped my arm about her waist and walked off with her on my arm.

"Thank you" she giggled into my shoulder.

"I was afraid I'd lost you" I said.

"I'd have waited for you...I wasn't going anywhere else." She took a long drink of her beer looking me over.  She looked like she was going to speak, but her cheeks flushed slightly and she looked away.

"What were you going to say?" I asked. Standing close to her so I wouldn't have to shout over the music. "Tell me. I want to hear it."

She stood on tiptoe to whisper to me, her hand on my arm to steady herself. "You've made me want you very badly, Mr May. What do you intend to do about it?"

This time my cheeks flushed hot and red with  hers. I wanted her in the worst way. My mind was whirling with the alcohol. Turning over all the possibilities. I could take her home, but i wasn't fit to drive and likely she wasn't either. Here? Hammond had offered me a room...