Page 27 of Bad Habit
Four
Mac
Waiting for the limo, it was hard to keep my hands off Faith, hard to keep from kissing her again, from doing all the things I wanted to do—things I would definitely do if she were any woman other than Faith. But if she were any other woman, I doubted I’d want her this badly.
I was a pretty decent guy when it came to women, at least in comparison to most, but if you’d told me a week ago—hell, a few hours ago—that I’d keep so controlled in his situation, that I could keep my hands off her, that I wouldn’t take advantage of this situation, I’d never have believed you.
A people person by nature, the negotiator for our family business, I prided myself on my ability to get what I wanted.
And tonight I wanted something more than I’d wanted anything in my entire life. I wanted to fuck this woman, to live inside her, to lose myself in her body and make her feel so good she’d beg for more.
She wanted me, too—or at least, she wanted a repeat on the necking—and I knew I could easily seduce her into doing much more, more than she could probably imagine or handle.
From her flushed skin, the way she looked at me, the way she’d responded when we’d kissed, I knew could take this woman in any way that I wanted, as many times as I wanted, and make her think it was all her idea.
I knew this. I knew it with as much certainty as I knew the sky remained blue, even on days it was covered by fog.
Angry as she’d been about the hotel room, I could have convinced her to go up there anyway, and within minutes I’d have had my hands all over her body, inside her. Maybe even in the elevator on the way up.
If I hadn’t put on the brakes, if I’d let Faith follow her body’s instincts, neither of us would’ve been able to stop it. The image in my mind—how those pale cheeks would flush as I moved inside her—how her baby-blue eyes would widen and flutter closed as she was overtaken by pleasure…
Fuck. I was so hard now I wasn’t sure I could wait for the limo. I wanted to lift her into my arms, charge upstairs to the hotel room, and fuck her, fuck her for so long we might die up there from old age.
The limo arrived just in time.
Continuing the date I’d planned, I took her to the Top of the Mark to enjoy another drink and the view. I kept my hands off her as best I could, even as she leaned into me, touched my chest, touched my arm as if testing how far she could go.
When we left the Mark, we headed over the Golden Gate to take in the city view from the Marin Headlands. I hadn’t traveled much, but doubted there were many places on Earth as beautiful as San Francisco. And I doubted there were any women in the world as beautiful as Faith—especially the way she looked under the lights as we crossed the famous bridge.
When the driver stopped the limo at the lookout point, she slid toward me on the seat and moved in for a kiss.
Turning away, I opened the door, got out quickly, and smiled back at her as if I hadn’t noticed.
There would be no more kissing.
I was still semi-hard from the Tonga Room dance floor and couldn’t survive more kissing without losing control. I offered my hand.
Faith took it as she left the car, and her eyes widened as she stepped over to the edge of the lookout point. “It’s so beautiful!”
I took off my jacket and draped it over her shoulders.
“Thank you.” She leaned back against me before I had a chance to move, and I rested my hands on the top of her shoulders. At least the jacket shielded our body contact, and in this position our lips would be in less danger of connecting.
“You haven’t seen this view before?” I asked.
She shook her head against my chest. “I never even imagined… I’ve only been in the city once before today.”
“I thought you’d been living here for three months, and what… twenty-two, twenty-three days?” I tried to calculate forward from the day that we met.
“Living in South San Francisco, yes. Not the real city.”
South San Fran and the city were basically attached, and it was shocking to hear she’d been living in our hood for that long without taking advantage of all the city had to offer.
“Sister Henry took me to San Francisco when I first arrived. We went to an art museum and to Union Square.”
“Which museum?”
“The one with the naked marble statues.”
