I feel a rumble in my chest as her curves mold against mine. She's so short her breasts press high on my abdomen, and my hands instinctively move away from her back, one cupping theside of her hip and the other pressing her head into my chest. She fits me perfectly.
I have a brief moment where I feel tears sting the back of my eyes because I've missed true intimacy with another person, and to have her here like this is almost as painful as it is exhilarating.
Something about the simplicity of her head pressing right up to my heartbeat shatters me a little on the inside; although, she doesn't seem to be aware of how affected I am. I close my eyes briefly and turn my face away from the screen. I boldly press my lips to the hair at the top of her head, yet she doesn't notice. She's still gasping in fear, looking over with wide eyes to the monitor where Johnathan is laughing.
“Chill out scaredy cat-I don’t bite. Can’t say the same forAlexander,though,” Johnathan gives her a wink before being shoved over by his wife, Vanessa, who’s trying to force her way into the frame.
“Oh my gosh, you’reSarah B! I’ve been following you from the lounge! I love your voice so much….Ohhh! We have to get together to sing! Please say yes! I’m Vanessa Reed.Hi!” the redhead half-screeches into the screen, her gray eyes widening with excitement at seeing Sarah.
I frown, furrow my brows and look down at her. I want to hear her sing; I want to see her at the lounge. Hell, I just want her.
Sarah blushes as she gingerly pulls away from me, and in the slowness and hesitancy of her movements, I see when she realizes just how compromising a position we were in. My thigh was pressed high and hard into the heat between her legs, and my hand that was curved around her hip falls away just as reluctantly, as she stares rather dumbfoundedly into the screen at Johnathan and Vanessa.
“Wait, you’re with that band! Oh my God, I’ve seen you perform once!” Sarah's unease vanishes as her happy mood comes back.
She laughs, getting up close and personal with the google screen.
I'm left sort of reeling, wondering if I'm the only one as affected by this attraction between us. I hurriedly stop the trajectory of my thoughts; I can't be wondering how she feels about me. It'd be beyond selfish.
Sarah grabs up the video screen, and I don't like how close she is to the grease so I shoo her away from the stove, causing her eyes to meet me once more. Except now, there's a hint of something feisty in them. I give her a wicked grin.
“Please, Alexander, I’mBlack; I think I know my way around some grease.” She admonishes me, turning back to the screen and leaning her hips against the counter. The sizzle becomes louder as I add more cutlets into the pan, and I purposefully ignore her as she turns a questioning gaze to me.“Who’s going to eat all that?”she asks softly, her brown eyes turning to meet mine as I finally allow myself to break out into a full smile.
I lean forward slightly, bringing our faces close together as if I'm sharing a secret.
“Well, you didn’t answer my text, so I made two cutlets spicy and two not spicy.” I throw her a wry glance as I back my way to our wine glasses, taking the bottle of wine out of its chilling station and pouring us each a healthy glass. "You eat as much as you want." I pause. "Well, just leave me one," I murmur.
Something like shame flits across her face, making me feel unsettled. “Ohhh…I’m sorry, Alexander. I didn’tnotrespond on purpose.” She turns back to my friends on the screen as she accepts the glass I hold out to her, tilting the video so we're both in it, and she’s pressed against my side again. While the women are talking, I work to pick open the black box she'd shoved at me before her scare.
"Is this for me?" I murmur to her quietly, trying to get the damn thing open. I'm so excited that my fingers won't workright. When's the last time someone gave me something just because?
Sarah gives me a little look and nods her head, nudging me with her shoulder."It's yours,"she whispers back before turning back to the screen where Vanessa's got a goofy smile on her face, watching us.
I inch to the side, feeling vulnerable as that fire creeps up my neck and makes me burn just a little bit hotter.
“Vanessa, I wouldloveto sing with you. Give me your number, I’ll save it and text you!” Sarah says, thrusting the video screen to me and turning to reach her phone, forcing me to put my present down.
Eyeing the food, I wait patiently while the girls exchange information before I confirm meeting with Johnathan at the boxing ring on Wednesday evening and hanging up. I look down at Sarah. The strands fall all around her in big bouncy waves as she sips her wine.
God, she's beautiful. How could that man fucking hit her? Worthless piece of shit.
"How's your back?" I ask, stepping into her and wrapping my arm around her shoulder. I pull her slowly into me, so she won't feel threatened, and press the side of my head into hers for a proper hug. I've missed her since she left my office. I feel sad at how stiff she goes against me, as if not used to the intimacy, and I'm sure instinctively wanting to protect her back.
"It's still bothering me, but I'm okay," she says softly.
She clears her throat, and I can tell this is something that she isn't wanting to discuss as she purposefully averts her gaze, quickly grabbing up the black box and handing it to me again. Like it's a buffer between us.
“It’s not my birthday,” I say with a teasing grin as I pluck at the box again, finally getting it open and seeing a nice leather wallet that has my initials on it. I break out into a wide smile. “Thankyou, Sarah. I love it!” I fight the urge to hug her again; instead, I turn back to the stove and switch it off, taking the finished chicken off the pan and laying it on paper towels.
“I knew you would because you’re aCancer. I don’t know how to feel about that.” Her tone is light as she teases me.
I scoff as she grins back, and I realize this woman really is playful.
I muse this over as I take a bowl of homemade buffalo sauce and begin dipping the chicken in it, leaving two plain.
“What?”I admonish with a little laugh, turning to look at her and clacking the tongs together loudly. “What are you talking about, woman?”
Her eyes go wide, and her face flushes even deeper, causing my dick to tighten almost painfully hard. “You’re a Cancer, the absolute emotionalcrybabyof all the astrology signs!” she says with a laugh of her own.
