Be My One Regret

Be My One Regret / prologue

3 YEARS AGO...

"Oh my gawd, baby girl, stop moving like that, I'm almost there."

Gentle but firm hands grip my waist, and old familiar tingles shoot in every direction over my body from the slight touch. I simper thru gritted teeth. "Ahhh...I can't help it. It hurts."

"Shhh...I know it's not the best angle but just...oh gawd...just hold on. I promise you'll feel better in just a second."

A faint rush of excitement overflows my senses as the warm breaths brush over my ear, and I wriggle against the hold. My breaths catch in my throat. "Damn it...please hurry...I can't take anymore. Just do it already."

"Aw, baby girl, you know I love it when you're bossy."

The flirty laughter into my hair stirs a wave of unbearable chills down my neck shooting directly to my core, and I defy it with an abrupt growl from my throat. "Well then...do it...and now."

A sudden jerk of strength of those capable hands flips me around and is followed by the quick rip of torn fabric and a swift slap to my ass. "There."

Flush with surprise from the semi-climatic yet semi-anti-climatic release, I spin back into those arms and gasp. "About time."

The grin I know and love flashes at me mirroring my own as that firm, gentle hand traces a line up my arm, across my collar bone until it finds its final resting place by cupping my chin. "Was it as good for you as it was for me?"

Damn goosebumps roll like crashing waves up and down my spine. The sensation crippling my steadiness as the wicked teasing of captivating emerald green eyes and an unrelenting charming dimpled smirk fires at me. The panty dropping expression that I have learned to lust and loathe simultaneously. Which flusters me from firing back with a  witty deflection. And not helping at all, I'm pinned backward to the chain link fence we just scaled by the grasp of the other firm, gentle hand on my hip. I'm wrought with excitement, bundled tightly staring up at the gleaming wickedness, but there's no mercy for me. That very hand slowly slides up  my waist and with every unmerciful glide of those  taunting fingertips that burn thru my clothes and into my heady skin underneath, I'm freaking out in unreleased panicked breaths.  Old familiar butterflies overtake me, destroying my many years worth of resilient wall building. The wild flapping knocks its down and blows thru it like it was no barrier at all.  Spinning me. Stirring me. Like it always did. 

I bite down on my bottom lip as whiskey scented breaths warm over my skin as we lean just a little closer. And my lungs skip holding in that scent.  It's a traitorous fragrance that has played me  more times than I should let it. But I love it. Love that it mingles deliciously tantalizing with the charismatic aroma of the woodsy cologne. It's a tantric smell that emanates off his skin like a confusing fog. 

Wisps of our hair touches just barely. It's a fraction of a touch but enough to sail a fleet of goosebumps over my entire body like warning flares bursting at the enticement. It races up over my scalp, prickling down the back of my neck only to fall  in bounding leaps down my spine. A shuddering explosion that causes me to shift on my feet then stumble into the wall of muscled chest in front of me. I wince as our noses bump together. It's faint. It's slight. It's only a brush. but I feel it every where. Tripping a chaotic mess with my heartbeats, my breaths, my nerves. And forget my brain, it's a mess. A blinded throttling tornado of thoughts. Reeling with uncontrolled want. The same want. The only want. The one I knew I couldn't have since the day we met. And it was a  kick in the heart's balls. And I knew I should restrain from some of my wayward thoughts.  I shift back slightly with a nervous exhale and look at the ground grumbling inwardly at my mind for playing tricks on me. It was an exhausting abuse of emotional distress to think that 'maybe this time' would ever happen. Because it was fucking ridiculous. And my desperate needy wants and desires would have to get a grip on the actual reality. Gritting my teeth, I curse silently.