For weeks, I’d been anticipating the moment when I’d finally lay hands on her. Every time we’d been around one another the sexual tension between us felt almost combustible. Without us ever voicing our feelings, I think we both knew when the timing was right the constant sparks that had hung in the atmosphere between us would ignite.
Just being near her filled me down to my soul with anticipation because I had found her completely intoxicating. Especially when every glance she gave me during that time had alluded to the possibility of more.
“Let’s not pretend we don’t know exactly how this is going to go,” I replied, my voice concise and controlled.
Tricia grinned and raised her eyebrow because I’d called her out. In the weeks before she hadn’t been shy in creating opportunities to rub up against me every chance she got. Once she’d squeezed past me, skimming her body from chest to hips across mine and I was hard at the time. She had grinned wickedly, letting me know she’d noticed.
On that occasion my palm had ghosted the shape of her hip, a fraction of an inch away from grabbing her, before my fingers curled tight in a fist and I let her brush past. The frustration in my chest from that near miss had felt painful. It reminded me of my teenage days, days when I grew hard at the mere hint of something sexual.
At forty-three, Tricia looked nothing like her age, and could have easily passed for a woman in her early to mid-thirties, and from what I had gathered in conversation she was fiercely independent. Under normal circumstances she would have been a welcome challenge for me. But since my dealings with Charlotte, and all the manipulations she put me through, I had felt a little less eager to give my attention to complicated women like Tricia.
It had been a while since I’d put myself out there and I felt my sexual performance may have been a little under par since then, but then again, perhaps the effect on my libido had been Charlotte herself. At one time, a thought like that would never have entered my head, but that was before I’d encountered Charlotte and she had triggered my mistrust in women.
Yet, even with all my misgivings and concerns that night as I walked Tricia up to her room, my resistance had gone, overtaken by the powerful addiction to that sexual chemistry we both had fought passionately to ignore until then.
Chapter Two
Shrugging my negative thoughts off, my excitement built as I led the way along a path that forked off to the left in one direction, and toward the main entrance at the front of the house to the right.
Taking the paved path toward the house I inhaled deeply as we walked, in the hopes the fresh air would clear my head a little. The last thing I had wanted was for all the alcohol I’d consumed during the day to take anything away from my time with her.
Silence fell between us as we grew nearer the house and the sexual tension increased with every step we took, until Tricia suddenly pulled away from me. My reaction was like lightning when I caught her by her wrist and pulled her back into my side.
Glancing first at her wrist and how firmly I had gripped her, she then looked up to my face. I’d heard how her breath had caught in her throat, and knew she’d felt the same thrill in her body as I had from my dominant action.
A slow sensual smile spread on her lips, which was infectious, and I rewarded her with a grin. Releasing my hold, I slid my hand from her wrist until we were walking hand in hand. Our fingers immediately parted and laced with such familiarity it had felt like we’d done that move together a thousand times before.
I turned my head to look at her and immediately stopped because the deep connection we felt when our eyes met again resulted in a loss of thought. I felt mesmerized when her eyes grew darker and clouded up with desire. A tight feeling in my chest suddenly gripped me and I realized in that moment I’d forgotten to breathe again.
Moments later, she pressed harder against me until her luscious full lips brushed against mine. Instantly, that burning desire we already knew existed between us burst into flames like the strike of a match.
Inspired by a new sense of urgency, my fingers tightened their grip again, signaling how desperately I wanted her. Quickening my pace, I shoved her gently ahead of me and bundled her inside the front door.
“In a hurry, Mr. Wild?” she asked, chuckling while the anticipation of finally having her all to myself felt almost feral.
I fought to stay in control and I almost dragged her up the stairs, desperate to do all the dirty carnal things I’d imagined in my mind. Knowing we were only seconds away from acknowledging the unique potent alchemy our bodies held between them felt both thrilling and exhilarating.
Passing two aunts in the hallway, I silently thanked God they were heading back downstairs because I suspected what happened next could never have been achieved quietly. I prayed at the same time I hadn’t drunk too much and my neglected libido was up to the task. At that point I only hoped I had the stamina to do all of the fantasies I’d dreamed of. After my…our self-imposed wait, neither of us deserved less than a perfect performance from me.
“Damn my mom, tucking you away in the corner,” I cursed my mother for allocating Tricia’s suite so far away, when I focused on her white wooden bedroom door as she tugged me behind her down to the end of the hallway.
“How do you know which room is mine?” Tricia asked breathily, as her chest heaved a little faster as we neared her bedroom door.
“I make it my business to know these things.”
There wasn’t the slightest hint of humor in my gruff, lust-thickened tone, when I countered her question with mine. I’d never been more serious about anything in my life. Tricia’s breath hitched, and for a moment, I saw a brief look of delight in her eyes when she realized she had also been part of my plan for the night from the start.
When we had reached her guest suite door, Tricia turned into me, her arms encircling my waist, her compulsion to touch more of me obvious by then. Snagging the handle, she opened her door and roughly yanked me inside. I was still processing that move when she slammed me against the wall, pulled out my shirt, and stuffed her hand down my pants.
My heartbeat raced at a mile a minute from her sudden move and my cock was immediately enjoying her touch a little too much. It would have been so easy to give in to what she’d wanted to do, but I knew if I had, our evening would have been over too soon. In a swift move of my own, I took back control before she ran the show by grabbing her wrist, removing her hand from my pants, and reversing our position.
Unfortunately, Tricia resisted and leaned forward which caused me to step back. Instead of letting go, she leaned further against me and consequentially, with a lot less finesse than I’d imagined I’d have when I swept her off her feet, we both staggered backward. With each gangly step I took, thanks to a mixture of alcohol, having Tricia in my arms, and never having mastered the art of sprinting backward I knew we wouldn’t fair well.
We’d only gone about eight steps into the room before my legs began to buckle and my arms ached from the strain of trying to keep us both upright and constantly readjust my gait. Meanwhile, Tricia did very little to help in our situation when she became a dead weight and giggled uncontrollably until she let out a snort. My concentration crumbled when I cracked up laughing with her.
“Oh, fuck!” she cried out, griping my shirt tighter, as she continued gaining speed. Stumbling forward, her weight shifted against me, increasing the momentum, and although she’d been quick enough to catch the edge of the wooden door with her heel and sent it hurtling back toward the doorframe, our balance took a hit and we weren’t so lucky.