“Then I accept.” She toasted me with her glass. “If we can reach a financial agreement.”
“Excellent.” I paced across the kitchen’s polished tiles with my hand out. “Let’s shake on it.”
Hayley set her glass on the counter, and took it.
A savage jolt, almost painful and certainly unexpected, passed like an electric current between us.
My flesh from my fingers to my shoulder thrummed with a strange vibration. Heat, a white fire, spread through my veins, pulsed with every beat of my heart.
What the hell was that?
Hayley’s opened mouth likely mirrored mine. Fear, shock, disbelief flooded me in a tidal wave of emotions. I staggered slightly, unable to feel my legs, my feet under me. Hayley ripped her hand away from mine, halting the bolts of fire that spread between us, but not the sensations, the wild emotions, that came with them.
“What was that?” Hayley repeated, her voice low. “A joke? A joy buzzer?”
Stepping away from her, I knew my legs would hold me up no longer. A nearby chair caught my weight as I sank to it, resting my elbows on my knees. Sweat dripped from my brow to land on the polished ceramic tiles between my shoes.
“No,” I said softly. “No joke.”
“Then what the hell was it? I felt, I don’t know, like I was electrocuted or something.”
“I don’t know what it was,” I replied, my mind rattled and confused. “That was – really weird.”
Hayley rubbed her upper arms as though suddenly cold. “If that happens when we’re – if we’re – oh, crap.”
I glanced up, trying to smile. “Maybe you have a force field protecting you from men.”
“Don’t I wish.” Hayley rolled her eyes.
Standing, my legs no longer shaking, I paced toward Hayley and put my hand on her shoulder.
Nothing happened.
“So much for that idea.” Hayley picked up her glass, and I noticed her hands trembled. Whether from the funky shock or my closeness, I didn’t know. Nor did she meet my eyes as she drank the vodka.
I took the glass from her hand. “We should talk, and you should be sober when we do.”
She gave me the side eye. “You don’t think highly of me, do you?”
“It’s true,” I admitted, “I did think of you as a brainless bimbo. That’s not the case any longer. There’s an intelligence hiding somewhere inside of you.”
A tiny smiled tugged at her lips. “Is that a compliment?”
“It is.”
Once again, we stared at each other. Yet, this time, our silence was an easy one. Somehow, a connection formed since the electric thing had occurred. An attraction that forced me to see her in a different light. Though Hayley was indeed a beautiful girl, I now noticed the strong line of her jaw denoting an inner strength I’d missed. How muscular her legs were. How her long, silver gilt hair tumbled in a river of silk over her shoulder and breasts.
I suddenly longed to run my fingers through her hair, to breathe in its scent, to see it spread wide on a pillow as she lay in my bed, gazing up at me. I pictured her naked, her firm body under mine, her exotic eyes tilted at the corners. My groin stirred, throbbing with a fierce lust. A driving need to sink my cock into her and explode my spunk into her body.
When I stepped closer to her, into her personal space, Hayley flinched, but then lifted her chin. I stood with an inch of air between us, so close she was forced to tilt her head back to stare into my face. I traced my forefinger down her cheek to her mouth, then slid my arms around her.
Hayley stiffened as I drew her against me. She planted her palms against my chest as though intending to push me away, her lips trembling. Still, she didn’t exert pressure, and when I lowered my mouth to hers, she didn’t turn away.
Our first kiss spread an incredible and savage heat between us. My erection pressed painfully against my zipper. I felt her hard nipples poke my chest, even as her arms crept around to the back of my neck. Hayley slanted her mouth against mine, her tongue willingly dancing with my tongue.
Her lust for me was as great as mine for her. I felt it climb and grow, her frantic grip on my head trapped me against her. Her breath quickened. She spread her legs while rubbing her pelvis hard against my cock. She wanted me. I wanted her.
I slid my hands down her back to her hips, intending to push her away long enough to insert my hand into the front of her leggings. I’d tease her wet, hot clit, make her cry out for more before dragging the thin cloth down her lovely legs and off.
