Michael and Amber were completely caught up in each other, with Amber practically sitting in his lap. Scott and Megan tried to politely look a different direction, but in their random head motions around the room, they found themselves eye to eye.
She watched as he took a deep breath, and then he leaned over to whisper in her ear. She shivered as his warm breath tickled her skin.
“I’m really sorry, I’m not usually this awkward.”
She exhaled softly, “Neither am I.”
“Want to step outside for some fresh air?” he offered.
She nodded, still not fully trusting her voice.
Chapter Six
Amber and Michael did not even notice they had left. The patio outside the bar was deserted, and the wind started to blow across her bare arms and legs, sending a shiver through her.
“I’m sorry, are you cold? Do we need to go back in?” Away from the din of the gymnasium and noise of the crowded bar, his voice had a rumble to it.
“No, I’m fine.”
“You’re shivering,” he observed.
“Well… I don’t want to go back in and watch them make out,” she said wryly.
He laughed, “I know what you mean.”
She leaned forward against the railing of the patio and his eyes widened as her short skirt rode up on her thighs. They were smooth and tan and tormented him with secret potential. Her tank top had also ridden up, exposing a line of delicate skin across her lower back.
He stood up close behind her, and rested his hands on the railing outside of her arms. His large frame seemed to completely encompass her, but she felt more shielded than trapped.
His breath made her hair dance and it tickled the exposed skin on her shoulders and back. His scent was clean and masculine and it seemed to surround her. She had never felt so affected by anyone before. She continued to stare straight ahead past the trees in front of her, and tried to ignore the heat that was building in her bloodstream.
Scott could not stand too closely to her body, because the heat in his own bloodstream was more obvious than that in hers. He did not want to be that jerk bumping into her with his hard-on, but the nearness of her body and the scent of her hair was driving him to distraction. All he kept thinking about was hiking that skirt up the rest of the way and driving himself deep inside her warmth.
It took every ounce of fighter strength he had to withhold his desires and simply bow his head to the side of her neck. He brushed it softly with his lips and felt her whole body shudder.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered in her ear, “I can’t help myself.”
Her voice was lost in the intensity of her own need, and she simply leaned back into him as an acceptance. His hands slid sideways until they rested against her elbows as they stayed crossed on the railing. He brushed her neck with his lips again and loved the feel of her squirming body against his. He was torn between wanting to ravage her completely, and wanting to keep kissing her like that until she begged him to take her. Both ideas made the blood surge harder into his cock and he was afraid that he could no longer hide it from her.
Megan felt his whole body against hers and the prodding of his desire was unmistakable. In some ways, it made her feel better that she was not the only one with a raging case of horny. She felt horrible about keeping her back to him, but she knew that if she turned around into his advances, she was gone.
His lips slid from the side of her neck to that tiny tender spot behind her ear and she could not stop the groan from escaping her lips. He grinned, and reassured himself that at least he was not the only one fighting it. The tip of his tongue danced against her skin and her whole body quivered. He slid his hands over her arms and held her close but with her back still against him.
“Megan?” he whispered hoarsely.
“Yes Scott?”
“I don’t know what’s going on…” his voice trailed off into an unspoken question.
She took a deep breath and held it. He groaned quietly since the motion made her breasts heave and threaten to escape her tank top. He exhaled sharply when she finally turned towards him and rested her hands on his chest lightly. He covered her delicate fingers with his large hands and looked down at her upturned face.
“Scott…” she breathed.
In one smooth motion, as if from a scripted movie, her hands slipped up to the back of his neck, his slid around her waist and he bent to devour her mouth. There was no light or delicate brush; there was no unspoken question or pursuit; there was no gentle lead-in hesitation. There was only raw need and demanding desire as their mouths met and their tongues collided.
One of his hands slid over her ass to tickle just under the hem of her skirt and she wriggled from the torment. Her wriggling against his only inflamed the blood that surged to his cock and now its presence was raging between them. He pressed it up against her and she moaned at the fullness she could feel, even through their clothing.
“Ahem,” came a voice from behind Scott.
They flew apart and whirled around, both having the decency to blush.
Michael was standing at the doorway with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Guess we should discuss rides home,” he chortled.
“I’ll go with Amber, and Scott can take you,” Megan declared, her voice sounded surprisingly confident to her own ears.
Amber popped her head around from behind Michael, and one withering look from Megan had her agreeing quickly. All four of them loaded up and disappeared into the night without another word.
Chapter Seven
“Oh my gawd, oh my gawd, oh my gawd,” Amber kept bubbling as soon as the car doors closed against the night chill.
“What?” Megan stared out the window and tried to pretend she had not been caught red-handed.
“Oh please, we totally saw y’all. Damn, it was making me hot,” Amber breathed warmly.
Megan turned towards her friend. Despite her every effort through the entire night, she finally lost her cool completely.
“Oh Amber, thank God you did. I was past the point of being able to stop myself. Holy shit Amber. I’m in trouble…”
Amber shrieked, “I knew it! And y’all are smokin’ hot together. I can hardly stand it myself. So… was he good?”
“Curl your hair, liquefy your knees, and tingle your toes good,” Megan grinned.
Amber swooned loudly and nearly swerved off the road.
“Girl, you have got to sleep with him. You just have to.”
“I have to???”
“If for no other reason than to put my curiosity to rest. I gotta know…”
“Know what?” Megan batted her eyelashes innocently.
“Whether the rest of him is as amazing as what I’ve seen…”
“It is…” Megan whispered throatily.
“What???”
“He was really happy to be kissing me apparently.”
Amber swooned again and Megan laughed at her enthusiasm.
“So are you going to go out with him?”
“I don’t know, we didn’t exchange numbers or anything.”
“I can give it to Michael to give him.”
“Sure, why not… What do I have to lose but this born-again virginity?”
Amber giggled as she dropped Megan off at her apartment.
As soon as Megan locked her door behind her, her knees buckled out from under her. Her mind raced at the turn of events from simply accepting an invitation to some random MMA fight to having her blood racing through her body and building up a typhoon between her thighs. Not only was he one of the hottest guys she had ever met, but he could not keep his hands off her. And she did not want him to.
She raced to her bedroom, tossed her tank top and skirt into a puddle on the floor, and slid between her cool white sheets. Her fingers slipped inside her silky panties, and before long she was gasping through her climax as she soaked her fingertips. Despite the temporary relief, her body still ached to feel Scott’s touch.
/> Across town, Scott had nearly the same reaction when he entered his penthouse suite. As he stood under the hot shower to soothe the ache in his muscles from the fight, he realized that there was a more pressing ache that his body was demanding. As the soap lather coursed over his skin, he grew to full hardness. And with thoughts of Megan’s long smooth legs and full soft lips, he grunted and came hard under the beating water of the shower. As he rested his forehead against the cool tile, he still longed to feel Megan against him.
They both tumbled into their cold beds alone, and tried not to imagine the heat the other would provide.
Early the next morning, Megan received a text from Amber stating that she had given Megan’s number to Michael with the express purpose of passing it along to Scott. Megan sighed deeply. It made her feel like she was seventeen again, and passing notes in study hall. But her mind still raced with thoughts of Scott, and her body still ached for more of him.
It was Sunday and Megan did not have a plan for the day, which was rare in itself. She thought about hanging out with Amber, but decided that neither her brain nor her pussy could stand an entire day of discussing Scott without eminent relief in sight.
As she scrambled two eggs for herself, she silently thanked her lucky stars that she had not overindulged in the beer last night. She did still carry that tingle in her lower belly that yearned for a touch other than her own fingers. She added salsa and grated cheese on top of her eggs, and flipped on the television to occupy her mind while she ate.
As the movie and the breakfast wound down, her cell phone chirped loudly, startling her out of her Sunday morning fog.
Hey
It was an unknown number but her fingers tingled when she guessed who it probably was. It had to be a good sign, right? That he was reaching out so quickly? Either that, or he felt like he had missed out on a booty call since they got dragged apart so suddenly.
Hey yourself
It was much easier to play it cool via text message. She could hide her pounding heart and her tingling pussy.
It’s Scott
I figured
You have dinner plans tonight?
Direct and to the point. A woman can appreciate that characteristic in a man, at least to a certain degree.
Sure, have something in mind?
She taunted him like her memories of him tormented her. Scott grinned at the reply as his mind toyed with so many response options it made him dizzy.
Pick you up at 8? I’ll need your address.
She liked that he omitted the standard texting language. It annoyed her to no end. She agreed and sent her address with a grin. Then bounced up off the couch and giggled as her tiny kitten fled the scene of his mama dancing around the living room.
Chapter Eight
Megan felt seventeen again as she stood in front of the mirror. She had spent a lovely day lounging in her yoga pants and watching terrible movies on television. About five o’clock, she had started getting ready as though this was prom night or her first boy-girl date.
After a long hot shower of scrubbing and shaving, she rubbed cocoa butter into her skin. It gave her legs and shoulders a beautiful sheen and smelled like chocolate and vanilla. She wrapped herself in the fluffy pink robe and finally called Amber. Megan had to hold the phone away from her ear because of the pitch of Amber’s squealing.
“Good gawd, calm down. It’s just a date.”
“No it’s not and we both know it. Man, I have a boyfriend and I’m jealous. That’s just wrong!”
Megan laughed, “So what do I wear?”
“I’m on my way.” And Amber hung up with a click.
A few minutes later, Megan could hear Amber come bursting through the door as she stood in front of her open closet. Amber flopped onto her bed, giggling like crazy.
“You have to dress sexy, I don’t care what you say. No more denim and flip-flops.”
“I was going to throw on sweatpants and that huge tee shirt from college. Are you telling me to rethink this plan?”
Amber rolled her eyes and groaned loudly.
“Yes, you need to dress to kill woman. You already seem to have him eating out of your hand. You want to make him pant and beg and drool.”
“I do?” Megan laughed nervously.
“Don’t you?”
“Well, yeah. I guess so.”
“Where’s he taking you?”
“He didn’t say. Just picking me up at 8, that’s all I know.”
“Hmm, that makes it a little harder. Let’s see…”
Amber dragged herself off the bed and perused the closet with Megan. They thumbed through her work clothes, and they were summarily dismissed as too conservative. Amber dug through the back of the closet and produced a slinky blue spaghetti strap number.
“Ooo ooo ooo, I think we have a winner. Go try it on.”
Megan slipped into the bathroom to exchange her robe for the dress. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she had to admit she was impressed with herself, even with her hair still wrapped in a towel. She stepped back into the bedroom with a flourish and Amber wolf-whistled her approval.
Megan traded the dress back for the robe and started to get the rest of herself ready. She dried her hair until it hung silkily down her back, almost to her waist. A touch of black eyeliner and a lot of black mascara made her copper eyes look like they were on fire.
She walked back out to Amber with both hands open flat, one with a pink lip gloss and one with a red lipstick. Amber chewed her bottom lip and pondered. She finally pointed to the lip gloss with a grin. After she finished getting ready, she shooed Amber out the door so that Scott wouldn’t find both of them hanging out waiting on his arrival.
All dressed except for her strappy black heels, Megan sat on the floor in the living room and tried to perform her yoga meditation just to calm her racing heart and her throbbing pussy. It did not work. Finally, at eight on the dot, there was a firm knock on her door. She slipped her shoes on, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
Scott had chosen a maroon button-down shirt and pressed grey slacks, but when Megan finally opened the door, all he could do was stand there slack-jawed. The navy blue dress hugged every curve and swell of her figure, and stopped about mid-thigh on her mile-long legs. Her blonde hair seemed to shimmer as it tickled her shoulders, and her brown eyes looked like they masked a bonfire. He offered his hand to walk her to the car, and when she took it, the fire leapt from her eyes into their bodies. His eyes ate her legs inch by inch as she pulled them into the black limousine and he had to shift his swelling cock as he walked around to the other door.
Once the driver pulled out of the parking lot, they finally exchanged words.
“So where are we headed?”
“The best restaurant in town. I hope you like it.” Scott’s voice sounded gravelly, and she hoped he was just nervous.
They drove for only a few minutes, but she could feel the heat tickling at her nerves and she hoped she could maintain her calm at least through dinner. She thought she had seen him rearrange himself at the apartment, but she could not be sure. Finally, the car stopped outside a tall apartment building and she looked confused.
He slid out of his side and opened the door for her. As she bent to exit the car, he got a breathtaking view down the front of her dress that almost stopped his heart. In her crouched position, her full breasts pressed together and threatened to escape her dress altogether.
He led her into an elevator and pressed the button marked PH. As the doors closed, he walked over and stood about an inch from her body. The temperature in the tiny room skyrocketed as she looked up at him and in a flash he covered her mouth with his.
The warning heat that tickled her nerves now licked at her very sanity. She parted her lips to his tongue and parted her legs to his body. He pressed himself up against her and she could feel the fullness of his need. She gasped softly as his fingertips dug into the soft flesh of her ass.
“God Megan,” he breathed
against her neck.
She tilted her head back at the tickle of his tongue against her throat and the nip of his teeth along her shoulder.
“Scott…” her voice trailed off as she lost her ability for rational thought.
The elevator dinged and the doors opened as he pressed her harder up against the back wall. He dragged himself away from her, and tried to gallantly usher her inside.
The penthouse suite had to be one of the most luxurious places she had ever seen -- marble tile everywhere, artwork on the walls, and handmade rugs covering real wood flooring.
“Scott, where are we?”
“The best restaurant in town, like I said. I’m going to cook for you.”
Chapter Nine
Megan blinked at Scott, “You can cook?”
He laughed for the first time, “I’m not just a guy who beats up other guys for money.”
His laugh was rich and thick and contagious.
“Oh I didn’t mean that…”
“I know, I just thought this would be something different. You strike me as the woman who likes unique.”
“I am,” she said, surprised at his astute observation.
She also knew full well that since the evening was starting in his apartment, it would be ending there too.
He handed her a glass of perfectly chilled white wine and rolled up the sleeves of his custom-tailored shirt. She perched on one of the barstools that sat under the kitchen counter and watched him chop and dice with effortless grace.
“You seem to know what you’re doing,” she offered.
He paused for a moment and gave her a long look.
“What? Did I say something wrong?”
“No, it’s not that. I just… I guess you don’t know who I am.”
Her face fell, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know I was supposed to… I-I-I’m sorry.”
“It’s quite alright. It’s actually a nice change of pace. You see, the best restaurant may be here in my kitchen, but the second, third, and fourth are the ones I own. I’m a chef and I own three of the most successful restaurants in the city.”
“Ohhh,” she breathed. “I just didn’t know.”
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