Page 4 of The One You Chose

“You’re not lying, are you? Because I can handle the truth, but I can’t do liars. That’s my deal breaker, no-go thing.”

He shook his head. “No, I’m not lying. I’m feeling a lot of things right now, but everything I’m feeling right now is true.” He dipped his face closer, his words a hush over me. “I’m going to kiss you now. If you don’t want me to, you need to say so.”

“Kiss me.” My eyes fluttered shut. “Please.”

His hand gripped the back of my neck, pulling my face to his. His lips were soft against my own, a gentle pressure as he tentatively kissed me. Bringing my hand up to his shoulder, I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer. The long lines of his body pressed against the soft curves of me. His fingers under my hair, tracing a line on my back down to the zipper of my dress. I shrugged out of my coat, discarding it on the floor beside us. Everywhere he touched was sparking under my skin. We tumbled back onto the bed. His hands on my bare leg, my lips on his neck. He settled between my thighs, my dress riding up my legs until he was at the center of me. His firm length pushed against my clit.

“How are you this soft?” His words against the hollow of my throat. Savoring the tremors wracking my body, I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

“I need to feel you.”

Deep inside the chambers on my chest, I felt a part of myself blooming. All I wanted was his touch, the feel of his back under my nails, and the rasp of his breath on my skin.

Every caress, every shared breath repeated; this is right, this is home.

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Good and Tight

Fitz

Howcouldanyonebeso soft?

Lina’s skin under my hands, I reveled in the feel of her. There was no way I could have known when I was dragged out by my new coworkers that this was the way my night would end.

Going out to the bar hadn’t been my scene since my days in college, but when my coworkers had guilt-tripped me into coming out, I couldn’t find a good reason to stay in the aging hotel room for another night. Since arriving in town a week before, I had spent most of my nights eating takeout and going to bed at nine.

What my coworkers failed to mention was that it was the only bar open in town on a holiday weekend. It was full of young twenty-somethings drinking Jaeger bombs and shouting over loud music. I had only been there for five minutes before I regretted my choice. I could tell that this was a local scene and having someone new in the bar was causing people to notice. Girls that looked like they were fifteen kept eying me, one even sending over a beer. I tried to be gracious but firm. While I appreciated the drink, I wasn’t interested. As nice as the girls looked, I had moved to the town only a week before. Settling into my job at the humane society and setting up my new place needed to be my priority over getting my dick wet. Besides, this wasn’t Seattle. I had never lived in a town this small before, but I had the feeling if I slept with a girl here, everyone would know. And my new co-worker, Cooper, seemed like the worst kind of gossip there was. Whoever said men don’t gossip hadn’t met this man. One drink into the night and I already heard the tragic back story of at least four different classmates. Did I really need to know that Sasha by the bathroom got in a snowmobile accident at sixteen and had to get plastic surgery? No, but I knew it now.

One more drink, that’s what I told myself. I’d finish this beer and have one more, then I could walk back to the inn and suites where a cold slice of pizza and my favorite hot sauce were waiting for me.

Then Lina walked in.

I felt a shock run through my body. The sight of this woman ravaged me. My whole uneventful life had led me to this moment where she stood with her back to me. I knew her. She was the girl I had been waiting for. I needed to talk to her.

The way her dark ponytail swung behind her, so long it brushed the back of her elbows. Her willowy frame in that red dress. The way she walked uncomfortably behind her friend. I noticed the other men in the bar watching her, too. As she talked with various people, there was a tightness to her mouth, even when she was smiling at them. Couldn’t anyone else see it? She wanted to be at that bar even less than I did.

When she moved away from her table, her tiny purse in hand, I had the overwhelming desire to follow behind her.

I wasn’t typically so bold. I couldn’t remember the last time I struck up a conversation with a complete stranger before. But something about the girl drew me closer until I stood in front of her.

I had no idea what came over me to invite her back to my place. She could be one of those black widow killers for all I knew. But at that moment, all I wanted was to feel her hand on mine as I walked her back to my hotel room.

Now she was here and her coat was falling off her shoulders and I could run my hands down her soft arms.

Her lips found mine. She tasted of sweet mint. Her tongue traced the seam of my lips and I opened for her. My hands traced down her bare back until I got to the zipper of her dress. Never leaving her kiss, I eased the zipper down. I didn’t know why she wore such a small dress in late November, but I was happy to pull the thin straps off her shoulder, baring her warm skin. Breaking our kiss, my mouth trailed down her throat. Lina tilted her head back, moaning as my mouth moved from her throat to her collarbone. As I kissed the bare skin of her shoulder, she pushed my flannel off my shoulders. I pulled away, grabbing the back of my tee shirt and pulling it over my head in a quick motion.

“Damn, that was so hot.” Lina was breathing heavily as she watched me. She raised a hand to my bare chest, running a finger over my nipple. Catching my eye, she smiled. “Do you have any idea how hot that move is?”

My fingers found the bodice of her dress, pulling it down until it pooled around her waist. “Tell me.”

A wicked gleam in her eye, she tucked her thumbs into the sides of her dress, pulling it down until it fell to the floor. Clad in only tiny lace, her body took my breath away. Every inch of her skin was smooth. Her breasts were the perfect size to fit in my hand and her hips flared out just enough to grab onto. A thin line of slightly darker hair trailed from her belly button to under the lace underwear. She was perfect.

As she leaned back on the bed, her tits stretched against the fabric, begging to be let loose.

“That’s some, uhhh.” I motioned to her lingerie. “Lacy stuff.”

“I told you. I had a date tonight.”

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