Slaying Goliath

Chapter 8

He woke alone. His hands searched the bed and he felt his heart clench. She was gone? He sat up, swung his legs out of the bed and was about to pull on a pair of jeans and go after her, when he heard the shower. He closed his eyes and breathed again.

Who was this woman, he asked for the hundredth time? She was turning him and his world upside down. Last night was unbelievable. He knew sex, he understood it, and that wasn't sex. That was another level. It was more than just sex. He felt like he'd made love to a woman for the first time. And maybe he had. Maybe this was making love not just having sex.

That though scared him and excited him at the same time. Belinda was someone he could fall in love with. But first he had to tell her what he did. He had to risk losing her and tell her everything. It wasn't like he had lied. The details of 'how' he danced just hadn't come up.

He got out of the bed and walked into the bathroom. The hot shower steam had everything foggy. The water was running down the shower door and the streamlets allowed a streaky visibility inside the space.

"Hey," his voice was squeaky. He hadn't done his morning warm up exercises yet and he'd forced it more than usual last night.

"Hi," she blushed as she turned to see him standing naked.

She was so beautiful it took his breath away and he stood there rooted to the spot for a moment. How had this amazing woman come into his life and allowed him to be with her? She was too good for him.

He realised that he was staring at her and his body was awake and signalling it to him. She was blushing as she brought her eyes back to his face. He laughed, after what she did to him last night, seeing her blush like a schoolgirl made him grin. She was so innocent.

He pushed open the glass door and stood there, giving her the opportunity to say no. She blushed a deeper shade of red and covered her breasts as he stepped forward.

"I have to go to work," her voice quivered.

"No?" he managed to croak out the question.

She frowned and shrugged. He took that as a yes. She turned herself into the water as he closed the door and wrapped his arms around her waist. The hot water felt invigorating, but it wasn't as good as the effect her warm skin had on him.

"Last night was," she breathed out searching for the word.

Amazing, he wrote the word in the steamed-up glass.

"Yes," her fingers played on his forearms as he held her back against his chest.

Don't go, he wrote.

"I have to," she sounded sad.

When back? He kissed her neck as he waited for her answer.

"I can't, not this week," she grimaced as she turned in his arms and wrapped hers around his neck, "This case is important. This is the accumulation of everything I worked so hard to achieve. If this week goes well, they will offer me the Partnership and then I'll be able to relax a little more. Can you give me this week?"

He nodded and hoped that she would be able to see, in his expression, that he would give her anything, anything at all, if she asked for it.

He leaned down and kissed her. She kissed him back and that was all he needed. He picked her up and held her against the tiled wall. Her legs wrapped around him and he wasn't in the mood to hesitate. He was about to enter her when he remembered that he was without condom.