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anything; I simply walked up to him, and rested my
head on his chest. His arms slowly wrapped around me, and I knew he
was here to stay.

Chapter 6

    We
stood motionless, embracing, understanding in that moment that
something was happening. We’d gone from strangers to friends,
and now an invisible force was pulling us together. Would we become a
pair? There was an unspoken connection, an intimacy just waiting to
bond us closer.
    I
tipped my head up looking at Austin, and as our eyes met our
chemistry sizzled. Something changed – and it told me he wasn’t
going anywhere.
    I
closed my eyes as he leaned in to kiss me. Only this time it wasn’t
a soft, tender kiss. It was hungry and filled with desire. Hands
groped, tongues explored, and the heat was ratcheted up a few
notches. Longing filled my body, and we stood in that very spot,
afraid to let go of the moment.
    When
we finally broke free of our shameless kiss, Austin spoke. “I’m
a mess. I have a lot of garbage to work through. I can’t
promise you a smooth ride all of the time.”
    “Volatile,
I get emotional and way too clingy,” I said, in barely a
whisper.
    “I
have nightmares, I get moody, and I’ll rarely put the toilet
seat down,” he answered, kissing me again.
    “I’m
messy, hate to do dishes, and wear sweatshirts more than I wear sexy
clothing,” I added.
    His
hands worked up and down my body, back into my hair, while my own
hands rested on his ass, cupping, squeezing, and pulling him in
tightly. I felt his bulge pressing into me.
    “I
watch too much football, drink too much beer, and like to have sex a
lot,” he continued with his kisses.
    “Who’s
your team?” I asked, in between the making out.
    “Giants,”
he said, breathlessly.
    “Shit,
I’m an Eagles fan, not sure this will work,” I said.
    “If
we have sex a lot, I won’t watch football as much. Okay, that’s
a lie, I will, but I can forgive your poor choice in teams,” he
laughed, our kisses continuing.
    “If
we have sex a lot, I’ll be a happy girl,” I mewed.
    Slowly,
his hands found the edge of my shirt, and he started to tug at it,
and then lift it over my head. I wanted this, and I wanted him now. I
was grateful I’d dug through my lingerie drawer earlier and
opted for a sexy red bra.
    I
didn’t want to break our stride, the sexual tension was high,
our need for one another was obvious, but I also realized standing in
the middle of the living room wasn’t the optimal place for a
hot rendezvous, and with that I took Austin’s hand and led him
into the bedroom.
    He
followed behind me, and without a word spoken I reached around and
unhooked my bra, letting it fall off my shoulders. Slipping my arms
through, I let the fabric restraint drop to the floor.
    Austin’s
eyes never left me. He watched with intent, never looking away. As my
bra fell down to the floor, his fingers found my breasts. His hands
were warm to the touch, and cupping a breast with one hand, I watched
as he rolled a nipple between the fingers of his other. Closing my
eyes, I enjoyed the sensation of electricity running through my body.
A gentle squeeze and a soft pinch had my knees going weak.
    Tingling
sensations ran through my body. As Austin found my mouth our heated
kisses returned, passionate, hungry, and filled with lust and need.
    Slowly
he backed me up to the bed. Leaning back, I sank into the covers.
Austin lowered his face to my breast, his lips suckling me into his
mouth. I felt the dampness between my legs, and ached for him to
continue.
    Was
I moving too fast? We barely knew each other, a date, a talk, was
this all a mistake? I was torn between wanting passionate sex, and
being afraid he’ll take me for a whore. I tried to quiet my
mind, but it wasn’t happening. Ah, I just wanted to enjoy the
moment, why do I have to do this?
    When
it came down to it, we’re two consenting adults, and sex is
sex. It doesn’t have to mean forever, but if it does bring us
closer, is this the man I want