“Thanks for dinner,” I said, and walked toward the front door. Then I remembered my suitcase. I turned around and bumped right into Harvey, who had followed me. My hands splayed across his chest as our bodies crashed, and I gave a small gasp.
“I’m... I’m sorry,” I stuttered, reaching for any words that would make sense as the heat of his body mingled with mine. I didn’t move away because it felt so right, and then I noticed he didn’t move either. I’d been looking at the level of his chest, but then his fingers found their way under my chin. He lifted my face up to his, and for a glorious moment I was looking into his amorous eyes before he closed them.
How could I explain the intensity of his kiss on my lips? It was soft, yet insistent, and my eyes closed in suit as I tasted the deliciousness of him. I was wrapped up in the kiss and in his arms, forgetting every single thing, even our names. All that existed was our bodies, our lips, and that kiss. His arms circled my waist and dug into my hair. I reached around his neck and held on for dear life as he swept me off my feet as if I were nothing more than a rag doll.
The kissing didn’t stop when he had me in his arms. We were each other’s oxygen, and our very lives depended on us continuing. His tongue played with mine, and I ran my fingers through his hair. He placed me on the couch, his large body looming over mine, and that’s when there was a break in our lips.
I looked up at him and saw his eyes were practically glowing with want, but I wanted to hear him say it.
“I want you,” I said, turning myself on by saying words I never had before. Surprisingly, Greg and I had never really had any sexual discussions.
“I’ve wanted you for days,” he said, lowering himself on top of me. Again our bodies were touching, and his lips were gentle when he came in for a sensual kiss. The clothes between us were getting in the way, I noticed, and my panties were soaked through with need.
Harvey broke his mouth away to kiss my ear, then down my neck and around to my other ear. I sizzled, I scorched, and I gave a low moan. I was embarrassed he’d heard me, but he responded with a low growl of his own and put his arm under my waist to pull me up to him, our bodies now mashed together in desperation. My arms wrapped around him, getting him as close as possible to me, my breathing heavier than before.
“Is this right?” I found myself saying. Why was I talking? “Should we be doing this?” I asked in between labored breaths. He kissed my neck again and whispered in my ear.
“Probably not,” he said, now reaching for my breast with his left hand. I was still fully clothed but had never felt so naked.
“Wait,” I said in a panic, and he froze. What was I doing? He sat back and looked down at me. I said nothing, and he stood away from me. I sat up, trying to figure out why I’d ruined the moment. Harvey ran his hands through his hair, letting out a long breath, and walked around the room.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“You don’t have to be sorry. I’m sorry. I should have known this would be too much too soon. It’s been a hell of a week, and just because I’m feeling it doesn’t mean you are,” he said, still walking back and forth.
“You’re ‘feeling it’?” I asked, unsure what that even meant.
“Of course. Look at you!” he said, throwing his hand in the air towards me. I was amazed and flattered by his words, but he had to be kidding. He’d been married to Natalie for god-sakes.
“Harvey… I’m so confused. I mean… it was good. Really good,” I said, sure that I was blushing bright red, but I wanted him to know I had enjoyed the kissing. He walked over and sat by me.
“So then,” he said. “What’s the confusion?”
“You just said yourself, it’s been a hell of a week. What if we don’t know what we want?” I asked, wondering what I was saying. Hadn’t I told myself earlier that I was a free woman and could do whatever?
“And you told me just now that you want me,” he said getting closer to me, his hand caressing my face. “I want you too. These past few days have been torture sleeping in the same room with you, tempted to touch you every time we’re close but afraid to even look at you. Torture,” he said, holding my hand up to his now. I watched as they touched in midair, his significantly larger than mine. He grabbed my hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing the top ever so lightly. It tickled. The sensation reverberated throughout my entire body, and I gave a deep sigh.
“Harvey, I felt it too,” I said putting my forehead to his and closing my eyes, “But I think I should go before we do something stupid.” He let go of my hand and stood up again. He wasn’t angry, but I saw the disappointment in his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” I said, going for my suitcase, which I now spotted in the corner.
“Don’t be sorry, darlin’,” he said, reaching past me and carried the suitcase out to my car.
“I, um, hope this doesn’t interfere with our friendship,” I said, closing the trunk after he’d put the suitcase in.
“No way. We’re better than that. I’ve got to go home tomorrow to get back to work, though, so we’ll talk sometime. When do you go home?” he asked.
“I haven’t decided when I’ll leave yet. I can take some more days off, and I’ll probably do that to stay with my dad,” I said.
“I’ll be seeing you, I guess,” he said, running his hand through his hair and then crossing his arms.
“Thanks for everything, Harvey. I mean it,” I said, and leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. He smiled, and I walked to the other side of the car. I watched him standing in the same spot as I drove down the block and turned the corner. The smell of him lingered with me. Ugh! Why couldn’t I have freaking shut my mouth and stayed?
