If You Let Him Take Me From You || Woody McClain ||

Chapter Five

Zora 

The music softly faded and it was only then did our kiss break. By that time he had me up against the arm of his living room sofa. "Yo! This ain't right. We can't do this." He said suddenly coming to his senses before pulling away. 

"But I want to." I growled attempting to pull him back down onto me. But he fought the urge to comply. Quickly standing to his feet and softly pacing the floor. 

"What are we doing? This ain't right. Look you're just hurting right now. You don't really wanna do this." He pulled at his beard in frustration. 

"I'm tired of people telling me what I want to do! I'm tired of people telling me how I should feel!" I yelled standing to my feet and walking over to him. "I know what I want!"

He stood before me in a challenging manor but I refused to back down. The fact that he stood at least half a foot over me would not detour me. "What do you want Zora?" He quizzed stepping further into me. "Is it this?" He asked picking me up and placing his mouth on mine. 

He placed me on the couch again before allowing his hands to roam over my body as he continued to leave kisses all over my neck and shoulders. It was only then did I began to truly feel his weight against me. Flashes of Jean's face crossed my mind as his hands slid under the shorts he had given me to wear. "Woody." I whispered placing my palm against his chest. He pressed himself in between my legs and I could feel the reason they called him Woody against my inner thigh. "Woody stop." But he didn't.

The next thing I knew his hand was under my shirt as he began to suck on my neck. I won't lie and say that his touch didn't feel good. Because it did. He was tender and attentive, but the only thing I could think about was Jean. And how much this would hurt him if it ever came to light. "Is this what you think you want?" He asked cupping my breast. A moan slipped my lips as my mind began to race. I could feel my heartbeat increase as I began to panic. "Stop!" I yelled damn near scaring myself. 

He rose from my chest. I took this moment to softly catch my breath. "I thought you knew what you  wanted  ..." He stared into my face questionably. I avoided his stare as I attempted to fix my clothing. He laughed lightly before softly shaking his head. I watched him take a glass of wine and head for his bedroom all from the corner of my eye. 

The sound of the door softly closing before another song began to play calmed me for a moment. I took the second glass of wine and quickly gulped it down before pouring another. My thoughts were scattered. One part of me felt ashamed for crossing the line with Woody. And another part of me still wanted more. 

Jean had been the only man to touch me for the last six years. Unlike him I had never stepped out on our relationship. I had never even wanted to ... until now ... until Woody. Something about the way he had taken it upon himself to look after me tonight had me feeling different. He had shown more care for me in the last couple of hours than Jean had displayed over the last couple of months. And I was having a hard time ignoring that fact. 

My heart was telling me to get my emotional ass up and to go to bed. But my body however was still reacting to Woody's touch. The fact that my body was still yearning for more, even though I knew no good could come from this had managed to give me a slight rush. My life had become so boring and routine that I found myself very welcoming of the adrenaline. Just the thought of  doing something I wasn't supposed to be doing had the blood pulsing through my veins. And the more wine I sipped as thoughts of the encounter I had just had crossed my mind, the more blood seemed to get pushed to one area in particular. 

Granted I was in a committed relationship, it seemed I had been the only one keeping up my side of the bargain. Perhaps it was time I changed that. Maybe a night with Woody would help me to place things into perspective. Jean would never have to know. I'd never tell him and I highly doubted that Woody would either. It wouldn't be worth risking their years of friendship over.