let you fuck me right now, Mr. Moore, and that's never happened to me before!
"Damn straight. Just like that." He growls. As we stare at each other, I wonder. How? How can this happen between us so fast? He closes his eyes, hangs his head, and leans on the counter. I can see his tense, bulging muscles under his taut flight suit. I watch him controlling himself with his breath. Slowly, his expression subsides and his muscles relax. He shakes his hanging head. When he lifts his face to mine again, he is grinning. "Damn, woman." The corners of his eyes crinkle a tiny bit.
He's just too damn cute! My heart starts to sing. Grinning back at him, the mischievous twinkle appears in my eyes and I reach for a cookie. His eyes flare slightly and I see a trace of concern flash across his face. I smile sweetly at him. Don't worry. I'm not going to push your buttons again. Not yet, anyway. I hold the cookie out to him. "Yum. Have one. I hear they are delicious." He chuckles as he takes the cookie. I giggle. "They are to die for!"
He dunks it. "Are you from around here?" He stuffs his gorgeous face as he waits for my answer, relaxed and comfortable again.
"Yes and no. I'm complicated."
"No doubt." He rolls his eyes, making me laugh.
"And you? Are you from around here?"
"Yes and no too. I'm complicated too." He flirts, mimicking me.
"No doubt." I roll my eyes, mimicking him with a teasing tone.
We each take another cookie, grinning at each other. "So, what are you doing this weekend?" He stuffs his mouth.
"Nothing." I nibble mine. "Why?" My eyes dance.
He watches my mouth on my cookie as he chews. "Oh, I was just wondering what exactly goes on around here on the weekends."
"Not a whole helluva lot. You have to make your own entertainment."
His eyes light up. "What kind of entertainment do you make?"
"Personally, I entertain myself with exercise." I finish my cookie. "I'm turning into an exercise freak."
"An exercise freak? Really?" He asks, keeping a straight face, but his eyes are dancing. "What kind of exercise?"
"Dancer-cise. I'm actually a dancer in my complicated life." I reach for another cookie.
"I know. I've been dreaming about you ever since I saw you dance."
"I'm surprised you could tell I was a dancer." I plop the cookie in my mouth whole and look up as I push the basket to him, waving that I'm finished.
"Well, I …" He stares at the basket, thinking. "Yes. Well…" He puts his hand on the basket. "I've been replaying your dance moves over and over in my mind." He looks at me and smiles.
"In that first five minutes Sunday?" I grin up at him, disbelief on my face.
He watches me for a moment, then pulls the basket to him and takes the last two cookies. "There was a very dramatic dance move in that 5 minutes."
I laugh. "Now that was an unforgettable performance!"
"Yes, parts of it certainly were." He plops both cookies in his mouth.
I talk with my hands. "Let me guess, it was the impressive jump with the twirling spin I performed perfectly to avoid the collision?"
He laughs and shakes his head. "No, actually it was the way you flipped your hair, dropped your ass and … the way certain parts bounced that stuck with me." He stares at my tits. "Pretty amazing move." He looks into my face and smiles. "You are unforgettable."
I tingle from his look and his words. Dropping my eyes, I grin at my milk and twist my glass again. "Umm hmm."
"Back to your weekend plans, I was hoping we could share the wine one day, if you aren't busy."
"That would be nice. I would like that."
"But right now, I have to run. I don't want to be late." He commands. "Finish your milk."
I obediently pick my glass up to drain it, but decide to make a toast first. I hold the glass up for him to clink. "Here's to … Moore."
He holds his up. "Here's to … Wright." We touch glasses then drain them. He washes them quickly and wipes off the counter.
I watch this gorgeous specimen in action. His fluid motion and efficient movement is sexy as