Twisted (39 page)

"Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about," he
growled.  His arousal swarmed the air around me, like a group of angry bees, and
burned, fiery hot, through my lungs.

He took two long deliberate steps toward me, as I took one hesitant
step backward.  "I told you I would try again," he said, his voice
smooth and sexy as he progressively got closer.

I should have turned and ran screaming for the stairs, but I
could hardly make a peep.  "I thought I had some time," I breathed,
as his face drew near mine.

He brushed past my cheek, his breath on my neck and his lips
against my ear.  "You thought wrong."

My lashes fluttered shut, as Edwin slowly pulled away from my
neck, his hand gently skimming across my cheek.  I waited for his sensual
attack but it never came.  I slowly opened my anxious, emerald eyes and looked
up into his.  His smile, soft and tantalizing, parted as he closed his eyes and
titled his head for a kiss.

I gasped for air and pulled back, stunning myself with my own
willpower.  "I can't Edwin.  We can't do this anymore." 
Though I
so wish we could.

"I realize we can't do this as a couple.  But we’re both
single, consenting adults.  We’re free to do whatever we want."

I cocked an eyebrow at him, preparing to playfully test his
crisis negotiation skills.  "Do I look like that kind of girl to you?  I
don't just sleep around with random men like that.”

He returned inside my zone, his lips delivering an enticingly
cunning smile, shaking my confidence.  "I'm hardly some random guy."

Yes!  Yes, I thought, as Edwin’s cologne doused my senses.
 
At that moment, with my own hormones
raging, I was unable to formulate a sentence, let alone verbalize one.

"It'd be just this once," he insisted.  "No
one even knows that we split.  I want to… no I need to feel you Abs; one last
time.  Admit it.  You need it too.”

Just the fact that I was thinking about it was stressful
enough, and Edwin thought that was his answer.

“What's the big deal?” he asked, smirking.

"It's not healthy!" I stammered.

"Get over it."

"But I have to go to work," I uttered, partly
hoping he would give up, so I could stick to my guns.

"We don't usually leave for another half hour, at
least.  You know there's plenty of time for what I have in mind.  Now quit with
the excuses."

On a harsh exhale, I let my guard down only for a second, and
Edwin didn't waste the opportunity.  He kissed me, his hot lips on mine.  He
kissed me again, his icy cool breath in my mouth.  Stunned, I accepted the
string of tantalising nibbles and devouring mouthfuls.  Just last night I was
worrying to myself that I may never find myself in this place ever again, and
here I am the very next day wrapped in his amazing arms; his thorough hands
exploring me with unguarded enthusiasm.

My mind was done fighting, my body begged me to stop fighting
and I couldn't fight Edwin off anymore, even if I wanted to.  Did I want to? 
Hell
no.

I pushed Edwin off of me and he froze in confusion, until I
started to slowly, seductively, unzip the back of my long, fitted skirt.  After
it slipped to the floor, I kicked it aside.  Standing there in the hallway, my breasts
burst from my lacy push up bra and my g-string barely covered anything, and yet
Edwin's gaze was still locked on my face, speechless.  I knew this would be my
last opportunity to touch him and so did my body.  Together we intended to take
full advantage of him.

A devious giggle tickled my throat, as I stepped toward him. 
His eyes grew wide with excitement as I yanked his pressed shirt from his pants
and tore open the rest of his carefully buttoned shirt.  The buttons sprinkled
onto the floor like candy, as I stared up at him through dark lashes.  My hands
smoothed over the rise and fall of his chest and were cold compared to the heat
radiating from his firm skin.

Edwin’s lips turned up into a smile, finally revealing his
arousal and forgetting about his surprise.  I grinned back, provocative, all
anxiety piled back with my skirt on the floor.  My hands scoured his bulky
physique and my tongue found his hard nipple.  His eyes closed and his pants
tented, as my aggression made him thicker and harder.  Edwin licked his lips
and gripped onto my behind with his large hands, letting out an excited moan as
I nibbled at him.

My fingers skimmed over his rock hard abs, then deftly unclipped
his leather belt.  Dropping to my knees, my lips trailed down his body to where
my fingers left off.  Slow and sensual, I trimmed the band of his fitted briefs
with kisses and then pulled his belt off with a snap.

"Hey, I didn't say you could rip all of my clothes
off," he said, his wicked grin being his demise.

Channeling all control, "Oh, are you making the rules
now?"  I stopped, acting like I could actually control my sexual rage.  "Suit
yourself," I teased.  Yanking on his pants, I lifted myself to my feet and
spun away from him.  With one dainty step, my body trembled with an
all-consuming ache for Edwin.

"No more playing Abs.  I need you."

I froze in place trying to shake the delicious chill chasing
up my body.  His serious response made my anxiety return full force though none
of the excitement dwindled.  Stealing a few more steps away from him, I was met
with the top of the stairs.  I glanced down to our front foyer, reason
returning to me, as I frantically reconsidered my options: fight or flight.

"Oh no you don't," Edwin said, reading my mind. 
Then, out of nowhere, he was just there; pulling me back and lifting me in the
air like a doll.  "You're mine," he ordered, looking up at me through
deep, dark eyes.

Breathless, I wrapped my dangling legs around his waist, as
he pressed me against the wall.  He slowly drew my lips into his mouth, but
when he grinded against me, we both became instantly frantic and obsessive.  We
moaned in unison, desperate to fulfill our own fanatical desires.  Edwin pulled
me off the wall and turned for my room, his fly open and ready, his business
attire flagging loosely from his hips.

"No!  Take me now.”

Edwin obeyed.  He dropped his pants to the floor, laid me
where he stood and boldly took me right in the hall.  Arousal, pleasure, love
and passion were among the many feelings blasting around me like a violent
whirlpool as I quickly found my climax.

"Oh, Edwin.  Oh God!" I wailed, as he thrust deep
and exploded inside me, rocking me in a glorious second wave of pleasure.

He crashed on top of me, breathless and amused, his heavy
chest driving the air from my lungs.  Noticing my silent discomfort he lifted
himself with a push up and kissed me gratefully on my lips.  My head still
swirled with ignorance and harmony.

"Now that's what I'm talkin’ about," he growled.  “We
couldn't have done that if we had kids."

EDWIN HAD
TO BLOW IT with a smart ass comment.  "We couldn't have done that if we
had kids."  Who says that?  Two minutes earlier that comment would have
fueled and unleashed the already seething storm within me, but I was too
satiated to be angry at the moment.

"Get off of me," I replied with a giggle, though I
knew I shouldn't encourage him.  My mind drifted, far, far away, in happy
land.  I giggled again, still caught up in the moment.

Edwin pulled his pants to his hips, zipped his fly and picked
up his crumpled shirt from the floor.  "Try explaining this to the
cleaners,” he said, motioning toward the scattered buttons.

YES, THE
SEX WAS GOOD.  Okay, it was better than good.  And while doing it spur of the
moment in the hallway was exciting, it was something I was willing to pass up
to have children.  Over half an hour had passed before Edwin and I walked into
work.  One after the other, we entered the lobby, elation still spilling from
our glowing faces.

Aliah was at the front desk, talking to Taylor, her green
eyes glaring with speculation.  "You two make me sick."

Edwin ignored her and headed for his desk, a smile still
painted on his face.

"What?" I asked, smirking, still pretty damn
content myself.

"You're both so damn happy all the time.  It makes me
sick to my stomach."

"They do make such a great couple," Taylor added,
smiling.  She was just happy to be involved in the conversation.

"Actually, Edwin and I aren't together anymore."

"Ha, ha.  Very funny," Aliah said.

"I'm serious.  Just ask him.”  My smile faded, honesty
showing the severity of the situation.  It stood true: Edwin and I are done.  And
now that Taylor knew about it, I was sure the entire office would be privy to
it by noon.

"Am I missing something here?" Aliah asked Taylor,
confused.

Taylor shrugged her round shoulders, just as startled by the
news.

Aliah turned her pale green eyes on me.  "You looked
like you were on cloud nine when I saw you at the fireworks, and then you two
couldn't wipe the smiles off your faces when you just walked in.  What’s up
with that?"

"You wouldn't get it.  Anyways, we've come to terms with
our decision and we both agree that it's over between us."

"It sure doesn't look over to me," Aliah replied,
looking to Taylor again for some support.

"I would have to agree with Ally there," Taylor said,
nodding hesitantly.

I rolled my eyes, unwilling to spill all my beans in front of
Taylor.  There was some information best kept for other ears only; meaning not
Taylor's.  "I'll tell you more later, but I gotta get to work now."

Aliah shook her head at me, solidifying the fact that they
would be talking about me after I left, but that didn't concern me now.  I had
a new outlook on life.  Life is what you make it.  I wasn't about to boo hoo about
it, all over again, and let another opportunity pass me by.  Who knows what I
could be missing out on.  Tanner seemed like a really nice guy.  If Edwin and I
had never gotten back together in the first place, our Southwind trip may have
went down a little differently.  I hate to believe that Tanner could have been a
wave that passed me by, especially since it really doesn’t matter much now.  That
opportunity is forever lost.

This morning I was feeling a little saucy and had a little
fun sharing my body with Edwin.  But it was the last time.  The love was still
there, oh yes, but it was surrounded by a hollow shell.  And right now that
shell feels empty.  I had my first consensual adult experience as a single this
morning, and I would make it my full time job to make sure it was my last.  Getting
it on with Edwin as I pleased, while dangerously enticing, is so not healthy.  The
only way for me to move on is to put some emotional distance between us and let
the passion fade.  No more stoking the fire.  And once the flames fizzle, I can
just be me.

AFTER YET
ANOTHER UNEVENTFUL day at the office, Aliah attacked me in the parking lot.  "What's
the big hurry?" she hollered, chasing after me.

I stopped a few steps away from my car and waited for her to
catch up.  "No hurry.  Actually I have no idea what the hell I'm gonna do
tonight."

"Hmm… wait!  I know.  Come out with me."

"Out?  Seriously Ally?  It's Monday."  My skeptical
stare judged her, but it didn’t seem to penetrate her flow.

"Don't look at me like that.  Think of it as the first
day of the rest of your life.  We're going out!  Whoop!" she cheered.

"Did you just say whoop?" I said, smirking.

"Oh yeah, I so did," she answered, ridiculously
excited about it.

"I could do dinner.  I definitely have to get some of
this shit off my chest.  We haven't had a good talk lately.  You know, you
still haven't told me how you and Hunter got back on good terms… or what you
think about the baby."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa.  We can talk later, but no baby
talk.  Please!  We're going out woo hoo!"

"Okay, but I've saved up some pretty juicy stuff to tell
you," I warned.

"Oh really?  Try and top mine, cuz it's super
juicy."

"We'll see," I wagered playfully.  "So when we
leaving?"

"Just as soon as I change out of this stifling suit.  I
think I need to get into something a little more appropriate.  You too."

"Kay, you gonna pick me up?"

"You know it.  And when I say 'appropriate', I’m using
that term loosely.  Dress hot," she demanded.

"Whatever you say, but may I ask where you're taking
me?"

"Wherever the night brings us," she called like an
inspired damsel, as she shuffled toward her car.  Textbook Aliah.  She had no
intention of telling me what was going on and I was sure that it meant trouble.

As I reached my house, I had already hashed over how surprisingly
easy it had been seeing Edwin at the office over the past week.  I didn’t get
upset today, not once.  I was okay with the fact that he wasn't my man to
touch, boss around and love anymore.  That was step one.  Now if I could only
get the image of his bare, buff chest out of my mind; that and the look on his
face when I ripped his shirt off last week.  That damn image is burned into my
brain like a vivid photograph.  I suppose there’s no harm in cataloguing it for
future reference.