Afterwards, Emma could hardly remember what they ate or how they got back to Jason’s apartment. They were barely in the door before Jason swept her into his arms. “I’ve been waiting for this all night” he said hotly. His hands went unerringly to the flimsy tassels that held her dress up. He paused for the tiniest instant, as if asking her permission, then with one sure movement, he stripped her bare.
They barely made it to the bed before they fell upon each other. It was as if they were both starving for one another. Jason ripped off his clothes in record time, and they were both literally burning up as they came fully skin to skin. “Touch me” he demanded hotly. Emma ran her hands lovingly over his sinewy chest, her every nerve stimulated by an onslaught of sensation.
His mouth was everywhere on her leaving trails of fire wherever he touched leaving her throbbing with need. They were both ready to explode. Jason leaned over her, reaching out to the nightstand. Emma jerked to her senses. She couldn’t let him use protection, that would ruin the whole plan. “No no” she said urgently, “I am allergic to those.”
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Pg 10
The only problem was, she couldn’t get those feet to move, her heart was pounding so loudly she was sure her whole floor could hear it. Desperately she whipped out her trusty cell phone. “Help!” she moaned to Maggie.
“Listen girl, if you don’t get moving, I will personally come and drag you to him, kicking and screaming if I must!” her pal replied. Her voice was strident enough to get her moving hurriedly.
Jason was waiting for her, looking crisp and handsome and incredibly nice. As he got an eyeful of her, she could literally see his jaw drop. “You look fabulous,” he breathed. Gripping her hands, he brought them to his lips, and kissed them gallantly, sending little frissons of awareness all through her body. He kept hold of her fingers, caressing her knuckles with his thumbs. “Are you ready?” he asked huskily.
Mesmerized, she nodded slowly. She was ready for anything he had to suggest. Instinctively she stepped closer to him, raising her face for a kiss. She was oblivious to the fact that they were standing in the middle of a busy sidewalk, and so apparently was he. He swooped down and masterfully claimed her trembling lips tumbling them both into a vortex of desire. Only a piercing catcall snapped them out of their trance. Sheepishly they pulled apart and straightened their clothing. Jason tenderly smoothed her disheveled hair. “Lets go get dinner,” he said huskily, pulling her quickly to a nearby restaurant.
His manners were exquisite and he was gallant to a fault. Jason did just about everything right throughout the evening. Their conversation flowed naturally and their opinions and likes and dislikes seemed to complement each other perfectly.
Emma struggled to hold on to her party girl, no strings persona. She was getting desperately afraid that she would not be able to remain detached. But she had invested too much effort into Jason, and besides she really was getting to like him, she didn’t think she could find better genetic material for her baby. Naturally the temptation of steamy sex was the least of her considerations, she firmly reminded herself.
Many times during the evening she caught him staring at her with a puzzled look in his eyes, as if he was not quite sure who Emma was, the sexy empty headed bimbo or someone else entirely. After that she made sure to flutter her lashes as often as she could, and kept the conversation as shallow and superficial as possible.
“Listen girl, if you don’t get moving, I will personally come and drag you to him, kicking and screaming if I must!” her pal replied. Her voice was strident enough to get her moving hurriedly.
Jason was waiting for her, looking crisp and handsome and incredibly nice. As he got an eyeful of her, she could literally see his jaw drop. “You look fabulous,” he breathed. Gripping her hands, he brought them to his lips, and kissed them gallantly, sending little frissons of awareness all through her body. He kept hold of her fingers, caressing her knuckles with his thumbs. “Are you ready?” he asked huskily.
Mesmerized, she nodded slowly. She was ready for anything he had to suggest. Instinctively she stepped closer to him, raising her face for a kiss. She was oblivious to the fact that they were standing in the middle of a busy sidewalk, and so apparently was he. He swooped down and masterfully claimed her trembling lips tumbling them both into a vortex of desire. Only a piercing catcall snapped them out of their trance. Sheepishly they pulled apart and straightened their clothing. Jason tenderly smoothed her disheveled hair. “Lets go get dinner,” he said huskily, pulling her quickly to a nearby restaurant.
His manners were exquisite and he was gallant to a fault. Jason did just about everything right throughout the evening. Their conversation flowed naturally and their opinions and likes and dislikes seemed to complement each other perfectly.
Emma struggled to hold on to her party girl, no strings persona. She was getting desperately afraid that she would not be able to remain detached. But she had invested too much effort into Jason, and besides she really was getting to like him, she didn’t think she could find better genetic material for her baby. Naturally the temptation of steamy sex was the least of her considerations, she firmly reminded herself.
Many times during the evening she caught him staring at her with a puzzled look in his eyes, as if he was not quite sure who Emma was, the sexy empty headed bimbo or someone else entirely. After that she made sure to flutter her lashes as often as she could, and kept the conversation as shallow and superficial as possible.
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