“I just happen to know a lot about this because I would took an interest in flower gardening a few years ago, but I haven’t been very religious in taking care of my plants as I used to,” she said as she walked to one side of the flower hedges.
He walked up to where she was and stood behind her as she gently ran her fingers on the flowers.
“There is a certain beauty about nature,” she went on speaking in a low voice.
“Yes,” he said as he held her waist making her gasp silently. “There is.”
She wanted to pull away from him, but at the same time, she wanted to settle into his arms and let him hold her closely. She wanted to turn around, but something inside her was making it impossible for her to do so. It was like she was frozen in time unable to do anything.
“I can pull away if you want me to,” he said in a soft voice, and she bit her quavering lip before she spoke.
“No…I don’t want you to.”
He gently turned her around so that he could look at her face, and by now, the V of her robe that he had been admiring earlier that night was now so perfectly close, he could not help but just look at her perfect cleavage.
He gently stroked her curly hair and pushed it back before he held her chin and raised it so that he could look into her eyes.
“I don’t know what it is about you that drives me so crazy,” he said in a soft voice. “But whatever it is, I like it.”
She parted her lips and closed her eyes as he lowered his head to meet her lips in a soft kiss.
Her heart was racing as she exhaled into his mouth. She was feeling the same way he felt about her. The confusion in her head, her heart, and her body as well was a little too much. She was trying to simply pull away, but she just couldn’t. He held the back of her neck and pulled her closer, kissing her and tasting her perfect mouth. She was moaning into his mouth, and he was doing the same to her as he backed her up against the screen door. He pulled back when he finally got to the door and looked into her eyes.
“You tell me when you want me to stop and I will,” he said in a whisper, and she replied by holding him by his t-shirt and pulling him towards her, meeting her lips in a long kiss. Her hand was holding on to a lock of his hair and his hands were all over her, caressing her perfect curves and contours. He pulled away from her mouth and gently tugged at her bathrobe. He was looking at her, waiting to hear her protest or maybe even push him away, but she never did. She just stood there looking at him as she pulled the robe belt open, exposing herself to him. He had expected her to be naked, but she still had her underwear and a loose fitting v-neck camisole on. He gently let his hand run down the side of her body, brushing against the sides of her breasts as he did so. Her breathing by this time had become a little labored. He pinned her against the screen door and began kissing her neck, slowly running his tongue down her neck as he worked his hands over her body.
She threw her head back as she felt him working his way down to her chest. And as he ran her tongue across her cleavage, she was whimpering. He pulled away and looked down at her body. She was breathing rather hard and fast and her chest was rising and falling with every breath she took. She opened her eyes to find him looking down at her body lustfully.
He parted his lips as if to say something, but he just couldn’t speak. He was dumbfounded for a second there and he did the only thing he could do at that moment. He reached behind her neck and pulled her close again, claiming her lips in a long kiss. His other hand was busy caressing her, slipping his fingers into her panties. She was moaning into her mouth as she felt him stroking her wetness.
“I want you,” he murmured against her mouth. “I want to taste you right here.”
“What if someone walks in?” she murmured in his ear.
“No one is coming here for at least a few more hours,” he said in a soft voice.
He pulled away and looked into her eyes for a long second before he got to his knees and pulled her down to do the same on the floor. He was still looking into her eyes as he pushed her panties down and she was letting him do whatever he wanted to do with her. At that moment, she was not about to refuse him the one thing that felt ever so good. He gently pushed her down on the floor and pulled her panties off as he looked down at her. She spread her legs for him, and he began caressing her soft sensitive inside thigh.
She looked down at him as he started kissing the inside if her thigh, slowly making his way up her thigh, getting closer and closer to her wet pussy. She was moaning louder and louder and she had fistfuls of her robe in her hand, clutching tightly. It was the only thing she could do not to simply cry out as her began to slowly lick her moist pussy. He ran his tongue along one side of her delicate cunt before he did the same on her other side. Before long, he was sucking her clit a little too hard and plunging his tongue into her depths.
He could taste her salty wetness on his tongue and on his lips, and it went without saying that with every stroke of his tongue, with every lick of her clit, he was bringing her closer and closer to her edge. And he loved just how perfect her moans were. They were like music to his ears and he just could not help but test her wetness with his fingers. He raised his head and looked at her as he moved his finger in and out of her. He was going slowly at first, and then harder and faster as he went on. She supported her weight and looked down at him as he went on. He could tell from the look in her eyes that she was close. And he wanted to finish inside her. He wanted to feel her hot insides. He wanted to fill her every fold.
“I want you,” he said in a whisper as he pulled himself up and pulled his fingers out of her.
“You are so hard,” she said in a whisper as he looked into her eyes.
“And you are so wet.”
He gently ran his hand over her other thigh before he brought his hand to cup a feel of her full breast. Her nipple was hard, pressing against his palm, and she knew as well as he did that he would have done anything to have her at that moment. To have his way with her in any way possible.
He kissed her as he began pushing her camisole up, but before he got it high enough, she put her hand on his, stopping him. He gently pulled back and looked down at her.
“You want me to stop?” he asked, and she bit her lower lip before she shook her head.
“No,” she said in a whisper. “I want you to go on. I want you to take me, but…” She shook her head when her words failed her and he sighed loudly.
“I was not going to go on if you didn’t want me to,” he said in a soft voice as he stroked her hair gently. He smiled down at her and gave her a long luscious kiss before he got off her and lay next to her, holding her.
She pulled one side of the robe over her naked leg as she lay there. She was breathing hard and heavy and he was gently running his hand up and down her upper arm, and just like that, she wondered why she was still lying there. She put her hand on his chest and looked up at him.
“I’m sorry,” she said in a soft voice, and he held the side of her face.
“For what?” he asked, and she shrugged.
“This…all this. I shouldn’t have led you on…”
“You didn’t.”
“But everything that happened…” she started again before he gently planted a kiss on her forehead. She closed her eyes for a long minute before she pulled away. “I should probably go to bed,” she said in a whisper, and he nodded.
“Need me to walk you upstairs?” he asked, and she shook her head.
“I’ll be fine. Thanks.”
“If you need me, I’ll be right down the hall,” he said as she pulled herself up. She grabbed her panties and practically ran into the house. She could still feel him looking at her as she walked across the living room. She was about to take the turn heading to the stairs when she looked out at the screen door and saw him looking right back at her. He had one hand in his pocket and the other hand on the door, a smile on his lips. He pulled his hand off the door and gave her a little wave before she started walking up th
e stairs. Her heart was racing by the time she got to her room.
“What the fuck are you doing, Natasha?” she muttered as she leaned against the door.
This was all new for her. She had not been with anyone since Kyle, and even before that, it was not like she had been around. It was almost like she was back in the pool again before she had even learned how to swim. She took a long deep breath as she made her way towards the bed.
She had just sat down on the edge of the bed when her phone rang loudly, making her snap back into reality. She wondered who could be calling her at that time. It might have been almost six in the morning, but that meant it was around midnight in Boston. And everyone she knew lived and worked in Boston. She looked at her phone and raised an eyebrow over the other when she saw Travis’ name on her screen.
“Travis,” she said in a soft voice. “What the hell are you doing calling me at this time of night?”
“Wondering where the hell you are. That’s what.”
She lay back on the bed and bit her lip.
“Everything okay?” she asked.
“Well, I have been trying your phone, but this is the first time in three days your phone actually went through,” he said.
“So, why are you calling me at this hour anyway? Everything okay at the office?” she asked.
“Yes…I am just keeping busy with the few jobs you left me, and I thought you should know that we got a bonus check from B-CAH,” Travis said.
“A bonus check?” she asked. “But they already overpaid for the project, and besides, it has only been a few hours since the concert ended.”
“Well, you clearly made an impression on them. That’s for sure,” he said. “Because they gave a three thousand dollar bonus.”
She put her hand on her forehead and sighed loudly.
“Three grand? Really?”
“Yeah, I am going to deposit in the morning, but they sent an email to the company address and said that they would like to work with us again.”
She shrugged.
“That sounds great.”
“So, I just thought I would let you know that B-CAH has really put the Big Ideas name out there and I have been getting a lot of calls…”
“I will need you to handle things for me, Travis,” she said, cutting him short. “I am not going to be around for a while.”
“Wait…me handle things…but I have never…” he started, and she shook her head as if he could see her.
“You have been handling things just great, Travis,” she said. “Besides, I think it’s time your job description changed from intern to something more permanent.”
“Seriously?” he asked.
“I don’t see why not. I mean, you’ve done a good job so far. Just handle everything and when it comes down to it, Skype me.”
“Skype you? Why can’t you just come down to the office?” he asked, and she took a long deep breath.
“Because I am not at home, Travis. I left town for a few days.”
“Left town?” he asked. “You could have given me a heads up.”
“Why don’t you take some time off?” she asked.
“But what about clients?” he asked, and she shrugged.
“You can be your own boss for a while. At least until I get back, okay?” she asked.
“Sure. And this new job title comes with a pay raise, right?”
A smile played on her lips.
“Of course it does. With all these bonuses, I think I can afford it.”
“Wow…Natasha, I don’t know what to say. Thanks.”
“It’s the least I can do, Travis,” she said.
“So, is it okay to ask where you are?”
She shook her head.
“What good will that do?” she asked.
“Well, I already know you are not at home, so I am obviously a little worried.”
“You went to my place?” she asked, not sure if she should have been angry or impressed.
“I called the apartment and when you didn’t answer I dropped by so I know you are not there.”
“Travis, that spare key is only supposed to be for emergencies,” she said matter of factly.
“I know, and this was an emergency since I couldn’t reach you.”
Natasha took a long deep breath. She knew that Travis was like a dog with a bone. Once he got started on something, he just had to see it through. And there were no two ways about it. She just had to tell him where she was if she did not want him to talk her ear off.
“All right, all right,” she said, shutting him up since he was still talking. “I’m in Italy.”
“Wait, what?” he asked, and she nodded again as if he could see her. “Italy as in…out in Europe?”
“Yes, Travis. That Italy,” she said. “Now, I’ve got to go.”
“Wait…” Travis started, but she was not ready to get into anymore.
“I’ve got to go Travis, bye,” she said as she hung up and tossed the phone aside before she found herself wallowing in her thoughts again. Thoughts about Matthew and what had happened between them at the pool.
Chapter 7
Matthew could hardly sleep after what happened earlier that morning and he was trying as much as he could not to think about it, but that was all he could think about. He had tried catching a few winks that night, but every time he closed his eyes, he saw Natasha’s face. He didn’t know why he felt so guilty about kissing her and going down on her. After what she had told him about her ex, he could guess that it was all a little too much pressure for her. Maybe that was why she had pulled away. Maybe she had felt like he was rushing her a little too much. Whatever the case was, he hated to even think about it.
It felt like forever before he finally got out of bed. He took a quick shower before he pulled on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and then made his way downstairs. He had just walked into the kitchen when he saw Fabio standing over the stove beating eggs in a bowl.
“Buongiorno signore, Leander,” Fabio said when he saw him.
“Buongiorno, Fabio. What’s for breakfast?”
“Scrambled egg whites, and I will also fry up some bacon,” he said, and Matthew smiled.
“Sounds delicious. “
“I have a bowl of fruit ready for you to get started before I am done here,” Fabio pointed out, and Matthew nodded.
“Sure.” He walked up to where Fabio was and took one of the two bowls of fruit before he looked up. “I will eat by the pool today if that’s okay.”
“Of course, signore.”
He carried his bowl of fruit out to the table by the pool and took a seat. He could not help but look at the floor, the same spot he’d had Natasha just a few hours before.
“You are a fucking idiot, Leander,” he thought as he took a bite of his fruit.
He could not help but wonder if he was so ready to take her that easily because of the kind of women he hung out with. They were always so easy and so ready to do whatever the hell he wanted. He had probably spent too much time with such women and actually forgotten what real women were like. Forgotten how to be around them. He had just taken another bite of his fruit when he heard Natasha’s voice behind him.
“Good morning.”
He turned around and tried smiling at her, but he was somehow unable to. He was not sure if it was because he still felt guilty or whether it was just how good she looked in the long light blue top and black tights she had underneath with her hair pulled up to a curly ponytail.
“Hey,” he said as he looked at her. “You okay?”
She nodded as she walked to the table and sat down across from him.
“I’m fine. Starving though,” she said just as Fabio came out holding a tray of orange juice two glasses and her bowl of fruit.
“Fabio, this is Natasha Bailey. Natasha, Fabio,” Matthew said, and Natasha smiled.
“Actually, we already met inside.”
“Si, we met. How you like your bacon?” Fabio asked, and Natasha shrugged.
“I didn’t know he was going to make some fruit in the morning…I would have asked what you like for fruit,” Matthew said, and she shook her head.
“Are you kidding me? This is great…it’s like he read my mind. I love everything here. Melon, kiwi, apple…it looks heavenly,” she said as she took a bite of her fruit.
He smiled as he took a bite of his own fruit.
“My intern called me earlier, a little worried about where I was,” she started as she forked her fruit. “He made me realize that I should have probably told the only other human I interact with on the regular that I was leaving town.”
He smiled and then laughed.
“Yeah, that would have been a wise move.”
She took another bite.
“I am pretty sure he was on the verge of calling my mother.”
“I pulled one of those a while back…just after the Matt the Nomad business took off and Yolanda literally slapped me when I got back to Boston,” he said as he poured them juice. “Even though, and this is the crazy part, I had talked to her every other day for three weeks.”
She raised an eyebrow over the other.
“I don’t get it. Why did she get all weird on you then?” she asked.
“I had been touring Europe for five weeks. And granted, it was my first time in Europe, so I admit that I got a little carried away, so I didn’t communicate for the first couple of weeks and when I finally did, she gave me an earful about how she wouldn’t want to work for someone who doesn’t keep in touch…” He exhaled loudly. “It was a bloody mess. Calling her every other day was supposed to reassure her, but I guess doing that for three weeks was not enough for her.”
She shook her head and took another bite.
“This Yolanda sounds like a hard ass. Much like my grandmother actually.”
“She is a hard ass all right, but I love her. She reminds me of my own mother actually…maybe that’s why I tolerate her so much.”
“Even when she has all that crazy talk?” she asked, and he nodded, laughing.
“Even with all that crazy talk.”
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