The Eyes That Own Me (Timing is Everything Book 1)

by Rebecca Fischer

  "You have yourself a deal."

  The Matt cloud I was on after our first date is back in full force. He's been holding tightly onto my hand the whole way back to my place. Pulling into the space next to the stairs, the heat has risen in the Jeep. His muscles are straining through his polo, and I'm trying to avoid drooling all over his leather seats.

  Stretching his arm behind my head, I scoot into his closeness the best I can. I love Jeeps, but captain seats don't make for a romantic setting. He leans over me and picks me up across the console pulling into his lap. I can feel everything, even between both sets of denim. Pushing my hair off my shoulder, he traces lightly up and down my neck, sending shivers to every sensitive spot on me, and making my pulse race. My hands are lying flat on his chest while inhaling his winter woodsy scent.

  "Angel, I'm not going to come up tonight. I'm going to be half of a gentleman and kiss the crap out of you at your door, and you will walk inside your house unscathed."

  Sometimes, he can be such a cornball, and I think it's freakin' adorable. I love that he doesn't take himself too seriously, but if the situation calls for it, he commands the attention and severity. He's professional as can be in classes toward our professors and classmates, and then I will find a little heart or smiley face drawn on the corner of my notebook. Either way, it's endearing and a huge turn-on.

  Unlocking his door with me still in his arms, he sets me down onto the concrete, giving my butt a little squeeze. Those big hands. If those hands could massage me for the rest of my life, I'd never complain about anything. He's slightly pervy staring down my shirt, which was pretty much why I wore it in the first place. He guides me up the stairs to the condo and pulls me down to the bench seat we have on our mini-porch.

  He wraps his arms around me and kisses the top of my head. It's nice to enjoy the cool end of winter weather, but it's really just an excuse to be in his warmth.

  "This has been a great night. Definitely, one for the record books, angel."

  I tilt my head to look at his handsome, scruffy face. "I'm not complaining, just curious. Why do you call me angel? It's the name of my favorite breakfast place you know?"

  Cupping my cheek and giving me a soft kiss, he answers, "I call you angel because the first time I really saw all of you, your hair was glowing in the sunset light like a halo draped around you. When you looked at me from the dance floor, my heart grew wings. Our relationship is new, but it is full. We will still take everything one day at a time, even enjoying meals at your Angels, but you are my hazel-eyed angel."

  I grab onto his neck with my right hand, pull his lips down to mine, and his arms enclose me into his body heat. Even with the coolness in the air, our combined temperatures have risen so much that I can't feel any chill at all. His tongue traces my lips and I gasp at the sensation, allowing his tongue to enter between my lips. I have never been so turned on in my life. His words from the pool hall about us being passionate and explosive are ringing true right now. The fuse has been lit, and it's only a matter of time before the fireworks crash through the sky. It may have only been a few minutes, but it only felt like seconds of having his lips devour mine. He pulls back, breathing heavily.

  "I think I've gone down to a quarter of a gentleman instead of half. You need to go inside before any chivalry I had tonight is gone."

  I still haven't gotten my voice back through my racing hormones, so I can only nod and attempt to stand up on my wobbly legs. I manage to unlock my door, and when I turn back around to say goodnight, I'm cut off by feeling his large hands on my hips to his as we meet for another heart-stopping kiss. He keeps his hands on my hips even after breaking the kiss and gently shoves me inside the condo.

  "I will text you tomorrow. Try not to kill your boss tomorrow okay?"

  Finally finding my voice, I challenge, "I make no promises. That little man grates on my last nerve. Sometimes I just want to put his head between the Panini press." I have to keep a hold on to the door in an attempt to not hold on to him, even though I'd kill to be back in his arms again. "Will you text me when you get home so I know you're safe?"

  "You know I will, angel, so I can also say goodnight. Now go play with your little crazy dog like I know you want to."

  Once I see him trot down the stairs and get to the door of his jeep, I still haven't shut the front door. I love watching him walk away. That butt. If there was ever a butt in the world to stare at for long periods of time, it's his. He stops at his door and looks up at me.

  Oh my dang.

  His face reflects the lust I know is set in mine. His jaw set in stone and the fire is being thrown straight into my heart. His chest heaves as his stare deepens. He brings two fingers to his lips and pretends to toss it up over the railing. I grab it and place it over my lips. I keep my position as he gets in his jeep and drives off; leaving my thoughts to the reality I'm living in.

  With each passing day, I'm excited to see what new experiences we can have together.

  Before I change into my pajamas, I check on Waffles before I take Ruckus out to do a little business, give him a treat, and call it a night. He gets himself situated on his favorite pillow next to my head as I pick out a movie to have as background noise while I read a few chapters for Monday's class. We have a test coming up in the next few sessions, and I just need to reread a few slides. Our teacher isn't one of those jerks that give you a study guide and then deviates completely come test day. Ours are straightforward, giving us what we need to know and opportunities to be tested on outside theories.

  For once, I've managed to not get distracted by thoughts of Matt and his life-changing kisses. After feeling my eyes burning from tiredness, I look at my alarm clock to see it's after two in the morning, and I have to be up for work in a few hours.

  My dreams are restless in repeating everything that happened from the entire night, but in a good way. Every need I've had is only enhanced whenever Matt is nearby. He still has that charming effect on everyone around him but keeps me a close space at all times. I love the dreams where any time a girl comes up to him on campus, and he immediately sends them off. It has happened before, and it reminds me of all the girls I despised in high school and undergrad. It shows how much he cares to be exclusive with me even before we made it official. All I've ever wanted is to have someone care about me as much as I care about them.

  As my Sunday shift comes to a close, the kind and lively church crowd reminds me why I want to move forward with my own place. I still haven't even come close to picking a name for my aspiring restaurant. After everything I've learned the last few weeks and even months, I know it will come to me eventually, and will be the one that everyone in the South talks about.

  This week went by so freaking slowly despite all of the good vibes. My intramural games were either wins or ties, and my coursework is going along smoothly. The biggest light to my week is that Charlotte is officially mine. We hung out last night at her house and watched 22 Jump Street. The first one was hilarious, and part two had funny moments, too. Holding her in my arms feels amazing and has never felt more right than anything I've ever had in my whole life.

  We made out like teenagers. I let my hands roam up and down her body as far as she'd let me go. Every inch of her is mouth-watering hotness. She has a classic hourglass shape that lets me explore each dip and groove. Her stomach is flat from years of athletics, and that ass… Don't get me started on that ass. It fits perfectly for my hands to grab onto and pull her to me making her tits bounce in the process.

  Man, I will worship this body.

  Her hands massaging into my skin was enough to turn my balls into steel. I let her use my body to her advantage, letting her know she can stop whenever she wanted to. I had no objections, and she could take me however she wanted. We locked ourselves in her room in case of any surprise visitors before any clothes came off. Just thinking about how her tight heat felt around my fingers is enough to keep my blood boiling right now. Tight is not enough of a word to describe the fe
eling of her pussy. I could barely fit two fingers in, telling me it has an extremely long time since she’s been touched. If that didn't arise a surge of pride in me that I was the man she chose to touch her in such a long time, I'd have taken her right then and there.

  Tonight, we are watching Expendables 3. Her taste in movies is about the same as mine except for horror movies. I don't mind them, but the ones based on true stories are usually a deal breaker. She absolutely refused to watch any, whether I'm there or not to protect her. As long as she is with me, I'd sit through the fucking Notebook if I had to.

  I get to keep this amazing woman as long as I want, and I don't foresee that changing for an extremely long time. The more time I spend with her, the better forever sounds.

  My heart is just waiting for my body to align with hers to truly seal the deal. The woman is pure torture, though. The weather rose up a strange amount this week and was in the 70s. Charlotte was wearing those Capri pants more and more showcasing those toned legs I love watching. Tonight, though, she is killing me. She came over wearing a long sleeve Outer Banks, NC shirt and a pair of Daisy Dukes.

  Like I said, killing me.

  I would never pressure a woman for sex. Charlie is too important to me to be screwing this up by moving fast. However, that doesn't mean I'm not going to hold her as close as possible and maybe tease her a bit. Lord knows she's been teasing me all night in those frickin' Daisy Dukes she has got on. I swear, next time she wears those, I am eating her out while she is still in them.

  If she gives me the green light, I will do everything in my power to make sure she is ready, and treat her like the queen she deserves to be. If she told me no, I'd respect her either way. I'm a guy. I like sex, but I like her more.

  We are halfway through the movie, and I'm coming to the realization that this may have been a poor life choice. She keeps flinching every time someone's head gets blown off. At one multiple explosion, she quickly gets up and turns to face me. She looks a little pale and giving me a why are you making me watch this and did I really pick this movie face.

  Rubbing up and down her back, I chuckle. "Not your kind of movie, babe?"

  Smacking my chest, I grab her hand and keep it there encased in mine. Her eyes still have that I hate this movie look. "Are you trying to give me nightmares? I like some action movies but come on! The whole movie?"

  "Char, we can change the movie. Besides, I'd protect you from any nightmares." I pull her head back down to my chest and kiss the top of her head. I inhale her amazing scent. I snooped yesterday to see her lotion and shampoo to buy some for my house. Blackberry Vanilla will be all over my house, and I don't mind it one bit. I know I'm getting ahead of myself, but I hope for her to stay over in the future and not have to worry about rushing home for her stuff.

  Thinking about waking up next to her is not helping the sexual tension right now. She can most likely feel my heart beating out of my chest as I can most definitely hear her quick breaths.

  She brings her head up again with a look in her eyes that are still half terrified, yet some lust is pulling through those beautiful. Every time she looks straight at me, I can't help but get lost in them. I take my hand that was rubbing her back and push her hair away from her face, running my fingers through those amazing dark locks landing on her neck. My other hand lightly massages her hip, trying with all of the resistance known to man not to dive into the skin being shown off in those shorts.

  My cock stands at attention. More than it was before this intense stare-off. Char is practically straddling me. I've been leaning against the arm of the couch, one leg on the couch and the other hanging off. She was curled into me most of the movie. I don't dare move in case she freaks out and jumps off of my lap.

  Her eyes haven't left mine, and I can see the pink tint in her cheeks as if she’s embarrassed for her actions. I hope I can make her feel safe and turned on instead of embarrassed. It's as if both of us are pretty much done thinking at this point and just trying to give in to our feelings. Without hesitating, she leans down and kisses me lightly. My hands are still gripping her neck and hip, digging in just a bit. She kisses me harder this time, making the first move, which is shocking for her past actions. I pull her closer as my tongue fights to enter inside her lips.

  The second our tongues tangle, a passionate blast explodes. Our kiss gets more frantic, and the hand that’s on her hip massages up her side to her neck, helping us keep control of the kiss. Her hands are on my heaving chest and roam over to grab onto my biceps. It's like she can't get enough of my body. Her hands feel fucking amazing massaging into my skin.

  The minute she starts grinding on me, I just about come in my shorts. Our lips come apart as I start to kiss over to her ear, nibbling on the lobe. I make sure she can feel my hot breath on her skin, and her body shivers in my arms. Her hands glide down to the bottom of my t-shirt, her fingers grazing my skin, exposing my abs she seems to find so fascinating. I'd do core workouts every day if I get these looks from her every day.

  I murmur into her ear, "Babe, let's go into the bedroom." She gives me a slightly panicked look and cranes her to neck toward the front door and then to Jeremy's room. I forgot to mention Jeremy's absence to her when she first came over. "He's in Chicago for the weekend. He won't be back until late tomorrow. I just want to lay you across my bed and take care of every inch of you."

  I pull her head back down for another deep kiss as he I pick her up off of the couch, wrapping her legs around my waist, and walking us toward my room. She gazes at my bed with longing. I know my bed looks comfortable, she mentioned it while I gave her a tour, and her eyes show a little excitement. I back her toward my pillows, placing one knee on the bed as I lean over her.

  All of a sudden I'm freaking out when she says, "Stop."

  Did I hurt her? Is she not ready?

  "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

  She smiles then says, "I'm more than okay. I would, however, very much like you to take your shirt off please."

  I can see the reflection of my hazel eyes turning dark in hers as I stand up. I pull the back collar of my white Cubs shirt over my head, making my already messy hair even messier from her hands running through it. I'm on the fucking edge, wanting to feel her hands run down my body and mine on hers. My chest is rock hard, my abs clenching as she licks her lips, and I give a little flex of my biceps.

  I catch her eye-fucking me. "Angel, I'm all yours. You can look all you want."

  Crawling over her, I push her t-shirt up with her assistance. She leans up a bit so I can take it off of her. I unsnap the hook of her bra, let the straps fall off her shoulders, and I toss it to the side. Those glorious tits are just as delicious as I remember from last night. I keep one of my hands propping myself up and the other starts to rub down her entire body. There are goose bumps all over her skin. I slowly pepper kisses from her ear down her delicious neck, giving it a slight nibble that causes her to let out a small moan. Oh, fuck.

  My hand teases up and down the side of her ribs just grazing on the outside of her full breast. Even just that little graze is making her nipples harden even more than they were earlier. My mouth is continuing its descent on her body, stopping just a bit in her cleavage. Her entire body is the epitome of a seductress.

  Her moans have become louder and drawn out.

  This teasing is only going to drive us both insane.

  Her hands that were lying on my bed are now gripping into my hair. That feels so fucking good. She gives it a tug to have me look up at her. I hope my eyes can convey that I want to crawl inside of her and never leave. My kissing assault continues, and she seems to be losing all restraint. I can't fucking wait for her to touch and taste me.

  She suddenly sits up; dragging her hands from my hair to my shoulders, she pushes me onto the bed. She rubs her chest against mine, letting her nipples brush my pecks. She gives me a deep kiss, letting her hair blanket us inside, and she begins moving down my body. My chest has the slightest dusting of hair, and sh
e inhales the scent of my cologne. She continues kissing down my very defined stomach. I work hard for this body, and I will gladly let her take the reins. This time at least. Her hands reach my belt buckle and manage to get it undone without stopping. She looks back up at me, and it's like I can sense what she may do next.

  I really don't want to stop her, but I just want her to be sure. There is a huge difference in the innocent exploration of last night and the desperate need we have right now.

  Earlier during our kissing session, Charlie pulled my tongue into her mouth and gave it a suck. It was as if she was giving me a preview of what may come. That tongue and mouth of hers have been present in many dirty fantasies. There is no way in hell I’m going to stop her now.

  After she unbuckles my belt and shorts, she starts to pull them down. I lift my hips a bit to give her better access to getting them off of me. Once I’m fully naked, she stands up off the bed and finishes undressing. This woman will be my demise, but what a way to go. She is this man's every dream come true. Climbing back on the bed, she rubs her hands up and down the coarse hair on my legs, stopping at my hips. I can feel her breath on my cock, making it twitch.

  "Fuck, Charlie, I can't wait to feel your mouth on me, but you don't have to do this."

  The little minx gives me a mischievous grin before leaning her head down to my tip instead of replying to me. The second she gives it a little lick my eyes roll back in my head.

  She is literally going to torture me as long as she can. "Char, baby, I'm dying here."

  Immediately, she just dives onto my dick. She sucks it into the back of her throat, and my hips reflexively pull up. She moves up and down in a steady rhythm, occasionally deep throating me. This is the best fucking blowjob in the entire world, and I'm trying my hardest to not spontaneously combust or yank on her hair too much. I love her long locks, so soft and they land right under her breasts. She kisses down my shaft, to my balls, and gives them each a good suck. The warmth of her mouth is making me harder and thicker.