Page 19 of The Playboy and the Waitress

“Am not.”

He grabs my sides, tickling me until I can’t breathe.

“Do you give up… am I the winner?”

“Yes…yes.. you win. No fair, you're bigger.”

“This is one of the first times in my life that has ever come in handy.” He turns serious all of a sudden. “Do you hear that?”

“I don’t hear anything, are you trying to distract me?”

“You don’t hear that breathing.”

“Haaaa, you mean Brutus…damn city boy, he has been standing twenty feet from you for the last hour and you’re just now hearing him.”

He turns slowly from me looking over his shoulder. “Damn, he is a big bastard, isn’t he? Should I be worried, I'm lying on the ground with his favorite girl covered up with a blanket.”

“Well, Mr. Hart…you act like you're ravishing me under here.”

“It’s crossed my mind a few times, you smell wonderful by the way, and I swear your smile is brighter than the lights in the sky tonight. But you’re not one of my regular tramps, so I have made myself be good.”

“You keep regulars around, Stud?”

He lifts himself up so that he can stare down at me, as I’m still laying on the ground. He suddenly looks so serious, “I used to, then this thing happened…see, I met this girl. She is different from all the others I have dallied with throughout the years. She has become a slight addiction to me. I’m not used to attachments so I'm on unfamiliar ground with her. It’s crazy when I'm not with her, she is all I can think about… I’m constantly trying to come up with a reason to talk or text her. The more I’m around her the more beautiful she becomes to me. I believe I could easily become addicted to her, and I haven’t even tasted her temping plump little lips yet. I hesitate to ravish her because I know, I will never get enough of her once I do.”

I reach my hand up, cupping his cheek. “Does this mystery girl know all of this?”

“Nahh, I'm too scared to tell her. I'm afraid she will run back to her world. A world I have very little knowledge of. There are so many unknown variables and barriers between us. But one thing I do know is that for the first time in my life, I feel like I'm home when I'm with her.”

“I never figured you for a coward, Playboy.”

“She terrifies me because I believe I would follow her to the ends of the world, with a simple flick of her finger. I have become her servant.”

“That’s your best pick-up line yet.” I reach behind his head and grasp his neck, pulling him to me. He circles his arms around my body picking me up slightly as his upper body curls around me. I bite his bottom lip playfully and this is all it takes for Playboy to take over.

Our lips brush together and then he kisses me like a man starved. His lips are warm and soft, but still unyielding like the rest of his body. I shiver from the intensity of this moment as he holds me close, gasping as his tongue enters between my lips, all rational thought leaves my mind as he plunders my mouth. Our tongues duel asking and pulling on our emotions, making both of us want more. I try to pull him closer, to absorb as much of him as possible. But he pulls away, putting his forehead on mine as we both catch our breaths.

“I knew that would be explosive. I don’t believe I have ever ached for anyone the way I do you, Jenna.”

“I know better than to do this, my brain tells me to run from you Playboy…but my heart leans towards the warmth that only you have awoken in me in years. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t scared, but I'm an adult and I'm going into this with my eyes wide open. All I ask is please…don’t play with me. I don’t want to be another notch on your bedpost.”

“Jenna, I can’t promise you that this will be a smooth ride, but if you’re willing to ride it out with me, I would love to see where this goes. If it makes you feel any better, I don’t get attached. I have watched so many around me fall hard when things don’t work out and I have never been willing to put myself in that position. But you…you make me think of more.”

I stare up at his strong profile and even in the darkness of the night, I can see that saying those words made him feel vulnerable. I feel like I have ripped my own heart out giving it to him for safekeeping. Oh, how this is going to hurt when it ends. I'm smart enough to know better, but I'm jumping in with my eyes closed.

I refuse to think about the consequences. I simply say it, “Make love to me, Dage.”

I don’t have to tell him twice. He runs his hands up my sides, slowly pushing my shirt up. He pauses when my arms are stuck above my head, I can feel the stubbles on his cheeks as he rubs his face on the tops of my breast. The cool air in contrast to his warmth settling over me makes me shiver. I feel him reach back, pulling the blanket up over our heads, cocooning us in our own little world.

Dage pulls my shirt the rest of the way off and then unclips the sports bra I had on from the front. I see him smile before he lowers his head.

“I see that someone has been hiding these little beauties, what a shame…and look at these awful marks that old bra is putting on the girls…let me make them feel better.”

I can’t help pulling his head closer as he captures one of my nipples in his mouth, the other hand grasping my sides tightly as he pulls me even closer. His hands run all over me, learning the things that make me moan or giggle. Flipping us over, I suddenly find myself staring down at him, straddling his waist.

“I think you have way too many clothes on, Mr. Hart, they look extremely uncomfortable.” He smiles up at me as he helps me get his shirt off. I lightly run my nails up and down his chest before he grabs the back of my head, pulling me back towards that dangerous mouth of his. The feeling of his skin on mine makes me moan as his kisses turn desperate. I can feel how hard he is underneath me and the moment I run my hand down his length over his clothes, he flips me back to the ground.

We both fumble to get our jeans and shoes off. I wrap my legs around his hips pulling him closer as he lowers himself between my legs. “Jenna, I can’t wait. I need you now.”

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