Page 11 of Deep Connection

“When do you get out of here?”

“Five thirty. Give me an address and I will see you there around seven.”

I liked the fact that she was coming later, and I told her that I would make her some dinner.

“Like a date?”

I agreed that it was a date. I was under no false assumption that it was anything but that. I didn’t want to be her friend, get to know her. I wanted to have her in my arms. It had been months since I’d wanted a woman there, and I knew that it had to be Abigail.

“Alright, I will see you at seven.”

I rejoiced internally and left out of there on a cloud. I didn’t know what it was about Abigail, but she was starting to make me feel like anything was possible. After slipping into wondering if anything was at all, it was good to get confirmation. Abigail changed the way I saw everything. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t wish that I’d been blown up like my eyes.

Kyle was at the house when Abigail got there later. I told him to beat it, but he stuck around until he could figure out who she was and all the rest. I wanted her to be there with just me. I had a very real idea of what was going to happen, and it didn’t include my friend there. He wanted to make sure that she wasn’t a dog, his words, and I knew better. I had kissed her, touched her, been with her for hours. She was beautiful and I didn’t need his intake of breath, or the change that he made in his tone. He liked her and it was clear as day to me.

Abigail wasn’t expecting someone else. She was a good sport about it, but there was definitely a weirdness in the air. I wanted to tell her I was sorry that he was slobbering all over her, but it wasn’t something I could say while Kyle was here.

“Smells good, Jason.”

He wanted me to invite him to dinner. He wanted Abigail and the last thing I was going to do was help that at all. I wasn’t like Abigail, I wasn’t going to try and set her up with one of my friends. I wanted her and he couldn’t have her. It was just that simple.

“Didn’t make enough, sorry, Kyle. I will see you later.”

I wasn’t watching my words, but I guess he got the hint. He said his goodbyes to Abigail, might as well have given her his number right in front of me. He flirted with her, and Abigail ignored him, but she was affected. She didn’t say as much, but once he was gone, she breathed out a sigh of relief.

“What?”

“He is too much, your friend.”

I told her that I questioned if he was my friend at all. “He sure isn’t acting like my friend.”

“He was right though.”

My mind raced with what she was talking about. What was right? Why did it feel like there was no telling? I was losing myself in the moment and before too long, I had to ask what she meant.

“That it smells good.”

I relaxed, why did she have me up and down so much? I was definitely feeling some sort of way. “Well, there is plenty.”

She giggled and said that I was bad. I liked it when she called me that. I wasn’t, I knew that, but I liked the label. It made it easier to work on what I really wanted. “Let me take your coat.”

Abigail handed it to me, and I noted out loud that her perfume had changed.

“Do you like it?” She wanted to know. I couldn’t lie. I said that I did. “I’m glad. I worried more about the perfume than I did the dress.”

“I will get to know the dress good as well.”

Abigail gasped, and I loved the soft sounds that she thought she was hiding. It was nice for her to tell me that she had worn it for me. There was something about the confession that really got to me. When I thought about it some more, I couldn’t help the feeling that I wanted to touch it. I asked her to describe it to me instead.

“It’s black and hugs to my body, coming down to mid-thigh.”

I moved closer and asked her to tell me about the top. I brushed my fingers on the top hem and she shivered under my fingertips. I could tell that it was plunging, and the material was so thin. I could feel the goosebumps she got when I touched her. It let me know that I was on the right track. I’d turned the stove off because I knew that I was going to be focused on something that wasn’t edible. Abigail was the target; she was the prize. I couldn’t help how badly I wanted her. My hands were shaking as she moved her pert tits into my hand. I stopped, she pushed harder into my hand, and I knew that she had made the decision for the both of us.

She moaned softly as I touched her, and it was in that moment that I knew we weren’t going to make it to dinner. I was decidedly ready for something more to happen, but it wasn’t the heavy knock on the door that I’d expected. I thought it would be different, subtle, better timed.

I cursed under my breath and Abigail asked what was going on. She was so into the kiss that I don’t think she heard the knocking. I kissed her again, loving that she had gotten so worked up, but the knocking got through both of our heads this time. “Who is that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe they will go away,” I said, hoping that it was true. I didn’t want to stop what I was doing. That was the very last thing that I wanted to do. The knocking got more incessant though and I didn’t have a choice. I growled under my breath.

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