Page 33 of Eat Your Heart Out
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Gerard
A workout at the gym wasn’t helping. My lips still tasted like her. I worked on my upper body, but the entire time, I imagined her hands on me. I needed her to like what she touched, even if it was just in my mind. My fantasies grew out of control.
I tensed and stopped my workout to watch her stroll through the door, wearing a sundress with no belts, no loops or anything that might get in my way.
As she came closer, I asked, “How was the doctor?”
A spark rushed inside me as she said, “He ran some tests. He’ll let me know once he gets the results in.”
Her lips were all I could see. My heart thumped faster. “Do you want to try anything?”
She gazed around the room, and for a second, I was jealous of my gym equipment. Then she pointed to a wooden door. “Is that a sauna?”
“It is,” I said.
She took my hand and tugged for me to follow her. “I like it hot.”
I wasn’t sure I would have control, but I needed to remain calm. “You’re sure?”
She curled her lips and headed inside. “I liked kissing you. You were all I could think about while I was gone.”
My lips were parched, and it wasn’t water I craved. We brushed shoulders as I said, “You’re wonderful.”
Adrenaline rushed in my veins, but I told myself to savor every second of a brief touch.
She sighed as we stopped. “I’ve never been kissed like that before, and I’m so happy with you and mad at myself for acting like a Ping-Pong ball bouncing in all directions.”
“Don’t worry about anything.” My soul soaked in her innocence, and I brushed her hips with my fingers. “I think you’re sweet, Ali.”
“I mean it,” she said. “I’ve not thought about what I want or don’t want in a long time. I think I was living in a fog without letting myself feel anything.”
“And now?”
“Now I want more, with you.”
We kissed, and I took it slow. She was better than wine and didn’t need to be rushed. Kissing her was better than I imagined. Our mouths continued to explore each other as I took my time. She was innocent, far more than I was, and rushing would stop us cold. Her arms wrapped around my waist and back, and our skin brushed together. I ached to have her, right there, right then.
As the kiss ended, I wondered if I should stop or ask her for more. I met her fluttering gaze and decided I would wait for her to give me some kind of signal. Then our lips met again. I kept my hands at her hips, though my body roared for more. She was one of a kind. She made me feel protective even then, when I burned to take that dress off her and make her mine. The intensity in her lips fueled our crazy connection.
As the kiss ended, she stepped back and tossed her dress on the seat. Then she dropped her bra and panties in the same place. I couldn’t look away. She was perfect. She motioned for me to do the same.
I threw my gym shirt and shorts, not caring where they landed. She would lead whatever happened next, not me. I needed not to fuck her but to show her we were making love. As she held me close, every cell in my body woke, aware of her curves and how exciting she was.
I held back to ensure she didn’t want to stop. But then she guided my hand to her pussy, which was clearly ready. My breath caught in my throat. Then in that second, she freed me from my fear. She wanted me too. I strummed my fingers in and out of her as I tasted more of her body.
She sighed, and I continued my ministrations as she moaned her pleasure. Whatever had happened to her in the past didn’t matter. Her body relaxed and blushed under my caress. My only desire was for her to enjoy it.
Then her eyes rolled back as she moaned, “Yes. Damn…”
I watched as her pleasure brought a sense of belonging to me. As she orgasmed, I tasted her nipples.
Then the ship’s communication system came on. “Sir, we need you in the bridge.”
My mind zeroed in on the hurricane. The captain probably wanted to talk.
She sighed and waited till the room fell silent. Then she asked, “What about you?”
