Slaying Goliath

Chapter 7

She could hear Josh and Drew in what must have been his spare room. She moved to the apartment door. She should say goodbye to him before she left. She hovered. She didn't want him to think she was waiting for him to talk her into staying. It would be embarrassing if he thought she wanted to take advantage of the situation and stay the night, in his bed. But if she ran out he might think she was running away. She didn't want that.

"Hey," she mumbled as he came out of the spare room and saw her standing at there, "I should."

That was as far as she got. He walked up to her and kissed her. It wasn't a brush of the lips. His arms wrapped around her waist and his lips sought hers. She dropped her coat and bag, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. His kiss was slow but deep. There was no desperation in it, instead it spoke of a yearning. She might have been imagining it, but it felt like it wasn't the kiss of someone who wanted a quick one-night affair. It felt like the kiss of a man who wanted to explore every facet of her and then do it again. She wasn't experienced with this type of kiss, but it made her feel like she was the only woman in his world.

He lifted her up without breaking the kiss and carried her the short distance to his bedroom. Her case and coat were left on the floor. Only once the door was closed did he break the kiss. He stood there holding her and looking into her eyes. She breathed as she waited for him to take control of her, her body and possess her.

He didn't move. He just waited and watched. What was he waiting for? She trailed her hand down his face, rubbing her fingers over the rough but soft stubble. And then started on the buttons on his shirt.

"Sure?" his voice was rougher than the gravely tone she was becoming used to.

"Yes," she leaned up and kissed him as she released his hair from the elastic band that imprisoned it.

That was enough for him, his lips were hot and hard as he sought her with more desperation. His hands slipped her jacket off and then she felt her skirt loosen and slip from her hips. His warm hands caressed the cotton full briefs that covered her bottom.

She wasn't doing as well as him. The buttons on his shirt weren't easy and her hands weren't steady. He kissed her down her neck as he helped her. Then he pulled his whole shirt ensemble off with one movement over his head.

He stood there breathing as she saw his chest naked for the first time. He was stunning. His chest was all corrugated muscle coated in warm naturally tanned skin. His skin was smooth, hairless and without blemish. He was perfection. He looked like he should be the centrefold in a magazine. He was unlike any man she'd ever seen.

He was watching her eyes hungrily devouring his body and for some unknown reason he looked worried by her expression. He looked unsure, like he was expecting her not to like what she was seeing. How could a man who was so hot be insecure about his looks?

She reunited her lips with his to reassure him, by showing him how much she appreciated him. She pushed herself against him and felt that thing in his jeans pressing against the fabric as it made itself known. He was fighting her blouse as she undid the button, slowly worked the zipped down and released the thing. His pants fell to the floor without much effort. She looked down at the way his boxer shorts contorted as he slid the blouse off her and stood there looking at her breasts.

His fingers ran over the lace bra as he groaned softly. She was too afraid to touch anything below his waist. That protrusion was beyond her. It scared her. He was so large.

He undid her bra and gathered her breasts up in his hands running his thumbs over her nipples. The electric buzz from the touch had her breathe in a short inhale and then release a low moan. He closed the gap between them by wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against his skin. His kisses were now consuming, and his body moved in time with his tongue. His thrust his tongue into her with rhythm that made her moist and wanting. His tongue was demanding and rigid as it took control of her mouth, but it wasn't enough. She wanted more.