Bruce
Lexi returns from her room and takes the seat next to
me. I’ve concluded that we are fighting
a losing battle. It’s just a matter of time before the attraction between us
takes over and its fiery flame burns through us. We are quiet, our eyes are trained
on the movie even as I’m provocatively attune to her presence, her allure is
seeping into every nook and cranny of my being. It doesn’t take long before she leans into
me. I don’t move out of her reach. She’s soft and warm in my arms and my whole
being is responding to her closeness. I need to get her in bed. I move
her head from my shoulder.
“Hmm,” she groans. “Kiss me, Bruce,” she whispers. I pause
for a moment, convinced I didn’t hear her.
“What did you say?” I ask, betting
she doesn’t realize what she asked of me.
“Kiss me, Bruce,” she says, her voice barely audible. “I
want you to kiss me. I took my meds.“ A chuckle
escapes her “Be aware that I may not remember in the morning, so make it good
so I can dream of you.” She grins, though a bit out of it.
I want her to remember, and I shouldn’t grant her request,
but I’ve been dying to kiss her, so who am I to deny her request especially
when she wants to dream of me. I shift positions so she’s on her back and I
kiss her lips gently and she opens her mouth to let me in. I kiss her with the
fervor of a starved man that I am. Her tongue swirls sweetly with mine. She
wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer and deeper to her. My tongue
is seeking every inch of her mouth, my body is intensely aroused. A soft moan
escapes her, it sends a charge through my body.
I can probably make love to her now and she wouldn’t stop me,
but I also want her sober and consenting plus I want her to always remember us,
every touch, every kiss and every thrust of me inside her. I slowly pull away.
Breaking the sweet feel of our kiss.
Fuck, I just
kissed Jonah’s girl and I fucking like it.
She smiles. “Goodnight, Bruce.”
She turns to her side and sleeps like she didn’t just break through
every resistance shield of mine. I sigh because looking at her, I want more. I
feel it in the blood thumping in my veins. My ragged breath that I fucking need
to control. My hands running through my hair in exasperation of what I’ve just
done. I know there’s no going back now.
Leaning down, I lift
her in my arms. She giggles like a little girl. I should leave her in her room,
but I’ve a need for her closeness, I can’t explain or control. I move
slowly with her asleep in my arms and place her gently in my bed. She curls to
her side and sleeps off. I sit on the bed for a moment watching her, “she
can’t leave” the voice that slams in my head. Just as Declan’s words a
while ago “when you kiss the one, you never want another” I feel the
weight of what I’ve done. Kissed the one but she belongs to another man and not
just any man. A man that hates my guts, paid me to keep her safe and sternly
warned me not to touch her. I now know why, he made that request because he knows
once I did.
He and I would be at war. Yet I find myself willing to go to
war for her. Damn it
I move closer and kiss her temple, my palm gently touching
her face. A giggle escapes her and I wonder if she’s dreaming of me. I cover her and get off the bed. I go into
the bathroom to shower and relieve the monster awakening between my legs. I get
temporary relief. Wrapping my towel around my waist. I peep to check on her.
She’s knocked out. I put sleeping pants on and get in bed with her, pulling her
into my arms and she doesn’t resist.
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A. Akinosho lives in her own little nest in Illinois. An
avid reader and enjoy reading thrillers, suspense and romance novels (partial
to romance genre). When, She’s not reading or keeping up with life. She enjoys
writing and creating twist to stories. She loves writing about diverse
characters, friendship and overcoming challenges through, what is perceived as
a weakness.
