Page 62 of Imperfections Seduced
“I don’t have old friends that call me in the middle of the night. Maybe I should get some friends like that.”
“No, you shouldn’t.”
“Why not?”
“I’m going to call Donna first thing tomorrow and let her know I won’t be accepting any more late-night calls. I won’t have friends like that anymore.”
“Why’s that?” she asks with the edge of my mattress curled tight in her hands.
“Because I don’t need them, and I don’t want them.”
“Since when?”
“Since the night the most beautiful girl I know opened the door and walked back into my life. She should be dripping with priceless diamonds, rubies, and jewels of every kind, but she might have to settle for my love wrapped around her like fine china, handled with infinite care.”
The grip she has on my mattress loosens and she blinks, opening her mouth then closing it back again. “She is so rare and special she deserves nothing less.”
We’re silent. I take in every line, curve, and angle of her face. I want to pull her up against my chest and kiss her, but I’m afraid she’ll push me away. She’s staring back at me, studying my face the same as I’m studying her. Closing her eyes, she balls her hands into fists at the edge of my bed. Ican see the steady rise and fall of her chest with each breath she takes. She speaks to me without opening her eyes, like there’s something she doesn’t want me to see. As if she’s reading my mind, she says the two words I want to hear.
“Kiss me.”
Without thought or question, my feet move across the room to close the distance between us. My hand reaches for her and gently lifts her up, pressing her soft, full breasts against my chest.
Pulling her bottom lip into my mouth, I gently suck until a moan escapes her mouth. She parts her lips, and I suck on the center, swirling my tongue around that one soft supple spot, before her tongue snakes out to circle mine. Our tongues slide against each other, back and forth, with our mouths open, crushed together in a hot haze of heat, breathing hard and fast.
Needing to touch more of her, my hands go under her skirt, cupping her ass and lifting her up against me, her legs parted. She follows me, frantically grabbing a fistful of my shirt in her hands. She suddenly breaks the kiss and slaps a hand over her mouth, and I I pause, cringing when I see her face. I know what’s coming next, and it’s not going to be good for her.
Cat
I suddenly feel sick,an intense wave of nausea rolling over me. Pulling away, I slap my hand over my mouth. I don’t even have to ask. He already knows.
“Straight down to your right.”
I make it just in time, and it’s awful. I feel like my stomach is being yanked out of my body.
I pull my head out of the toilet to see Nick sitting beside me on the floor. I didn’t even see him come in. He looks at me, giving me a small smile, and brushes my hair back from my face.
“I know what you’re thinking, but don’t worry, you’re going to survive.”
“God, I hope you’re right, because it doesn’t feel that way.” Soon as the words leave my mouth, a cold sweat breaks out across my forehead, and I retch up whatever else is left in my stomach. How embarrassing! My head stuck in a toilet bowl, vomiting all over his immaculately clean bathroom. And he’s holding my hair back without making a face, as if he’s not totally grossed out. I pull my head out of the toilet, fold my hands on top of it, and rest my forehead against them, taking shallow breaths.
“You don’t have to sit here. I’m a mess, a hot mess.”
“Yes, I do, and you’re not a hot mess.”
“Yes, I am.”
“Okay, you are. I was trying to make you feel better.”
I laugh and turn to face him. I’m met by those darn eyes of his. He looks even better now than he did ten minutes ago. He’s like every girl’s fantasy, and he says he wants me. Why?
“Why are you sitting here holding my hair?”
“Who else is going to take care of you?”
“You could be with any number of women, like Donna, instead of sitting here, babysitting me on the floor, watching me barf.”
“There is no one else I want to be with, no place else I’d rather be than here with you.”
