A
treacherous winter storm brought him to me. While the wind ripped,
freezing everything in reach, he was a warm distraction, albeit a
constant reminder of what I'd been missing. I thought I'd never see
him again. I was content with it being a one-night-stand.
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Excerpt:
"You’re
my hero. You saved my life. Let me thank you properly.”
He
scratched his head. “For a second I assumed you were going to
compliment me. Now I feel like the only guy left for the job. You
really know how to make a man feel wanted.”
I
let a cackle slip out. “I’m sorry. I suppose I tell it like it
is.” I took my finger and looped it into the hem of his pants. He
stepped closer, breaking the distance between us. There wasn’t time
to look in the mirror and tell myself how inappropriate my mother
would say I was acting. This was my life, and parts of me were tired
of being neglected. I needed to feel something other than alone, even
if only for a little while. “How about we take off these clothes
before the warm water runs out?”
His
hand latched onto my chin, bringing it up until I could feel his lips
grazing over mine. “If you want someone to give it to you good, I
can be your guy. I just need you to make me a promise.”
I
whispered. “Sure.”
“You
can’t hold back. I know we’re battling sleep deprivation, and at
some point we’re going to crash, albeit I don’t have anywhere
else to be, at least for the next ten or so hours. Let’s forget who
we are and what happened in the past. Tonight, it’s just us. If you
can do that, I’ll be whatever you need me to be. I want this to
happen. I didn’t think I would, but I can’t resist giving you
what you want, not when I need it too.” With regard to what he
said, I tried to read his expression. He seemed like he was battling
demons, and I wasn’t in the mood to stop and ask if he wanted to
talk about it. We weren’t friends. I couldn’t help him. I’d run
away from everything, proving to be a poor example of a person who
could deal with struggles.
I
nodded in response. “That won’t be a problem.” It was true. I
hadn’t had sex in so long that I knew I wouldn’t be able to think
about anything else. My heart was racing and I felt like I was going
to pass out, not at all from the smoke inhalation either. I was
elated with excitement for what was about to occur between us, almost
to the extent of losing consciousness.
I
wrapped my legs around his waist and fell in to another kiss, this
one more heated.
His
tongue coursed over mine, the taste of him familiar and welcoming.
