“If you take off the ski mask thingy, you can eat.” She extends a cracker, waiting to see if I’ll take the bait.
I kindly refused the offer. Patience, woman.
Once she’s had her fill, I remain seated as she explores the boathouse. She lifts the coverings of boats, opens boxes, and investigates inside of every nook and cranny available. Such a curious one.
When Isense she’s comfortable within her surroundings, I type out a message on my phone before hitting play. The message siphons directly in her ear; the only sound is the lapping water against the sides of the structure.
“What scares you?” The husky curated voice whispers to her.
She lets out a small gasp, dropping the rope she was previously fiddling with and turns to face me. An elevated boat and span of open water separates us, but I notice how the question makes her chest rapidly rise and fall. Her breath is visible before her, temperature dropping by the minute.
“Being lied to,” she rushes. The answer, just as intriguing as she. “I hate when I’m treated like I’m some fragile thing that can’t handle the truth. It’s not reality that scares me, it’s being deceived that makes me want to run.” Her words carry so much weight; I can’t stand it.
Rising from my chair, I stalk toward her. She watches me with both interest and caution. I stop mere inches from her and type out another message, opting to show her the phone screen this time.
Do you trust me?
Cindel’s eyes bounce from the phone to my shielded face, she reaches for me, laying a hand on my cheek.
I can feel her icy touch through the thin fabric concealing my identity. Can she feel how hot my skin is? How I’m burning up from the inside out? I need her more than the very air I breathe.Fuck everything I’m supposed to be. Nothing else matters but her. Before I continue, I must make sure… she wants this too.
Little droplets collect on her bottom eyelashes and I’m unsure if she’s forgotten to blink or if I’ve somehow upset her. I dare not move, as I await a response.
Eventually, her other chilled hand joins my face as she cradles me within her hold. “Please,” she begs.
This woman could bring me to my knees with one word; but I remain still allowing her to finish.
“Please… never lie to me.”
Fuck! I am a goner. She could ask me to cleave off my hand and I’d oblige. I nod unhurried; more to myself than in reply. I vow to never be dishonest with her again.
Straight away, I wrap my arm around her middle before lifting her into the air. She lets out a small squeak of surprise as I carry her back toward the warm sanctuary. Not wanting to wait a single moment longer than I already have. The make-shift table rests too closely to the soft fabric. Needing more space, I toss the wooden spool on its side causing the food and drinks to topple to the ground, breaking on impact.
Laying Cindel’s shivering frame down on the blanket, I can’t help but quiver as well, not from the temperature but from how hard I’m fighting to maintain control in her presence. Like some kind of brainteaser, I assess which article of clothing to remove first. It would be so much easier to just rip it all off. Although, I don’t want her to be indecent for anyone but me, and she still has to find her way home. I took a cab here, not wanting my car to give me away or raise suspicion about anyone being on the closed premises. I opt for removing her articles of clothing, meticulously.
I start at the bottom, unlacing her shoes, I slip them off one at a time. She watches without a sound. Her chest rises and fallsfaster, with each scrap of fabric I discard. Without reservation, I work my gloved hands up to her skirt.
She’s either become impatient or has little faith in my abilities, because she arches her back to help unzip the deceptive covering. Apparently, the zipper is along the back and down the curve of her ass.
Sliding the black spandex skirt down her long creamy legs, I’m welcomed home with her scent. Just as I anticipated, no underwear.
Without batting an eye, she removes her jacket, balling it up and placing it beneath her head. Cindel lies back against the sheet… she’s a fucking vision, the only thing covering her is the meager white shirt.
I should level the playing field. This will be the first time she sees me, all of me. I suddenly realize, I’m nervous. As casually as I can, I remove my black jacket and long-sleeved shirt, taking care to not expose my face while pulling the top over my head.
I add my shoes next to Cindel’s and it just looks so… right. Having something as simple as our boots organized next to one another. I want to do ordinary things with her, like placing my footwear beside hers in our home, each and every day.
Control yourself. She’s right here… you haven’t driven her off. This realization helps to diminish any residual nerves.
Unfastening my belt, she shifts to her knees prior to putting a hand on my thigh.
“Let me.” She all but purrs.
Fuuuck, she’s magnificent. I can hardly wait to feel her skin again.
While she tugs the belt from it’s loops, I begin working off my gloves, which are much more difficult to get off when your hands are as sweaty as mine. Staring down at her, I desperately pull at each finger to wiggle out of the article of clothing, while she unbuttons my pants.
A seductive smile plays on her lips just ahead of the pants falling past my ankles.
