Part 4 (1/2)

Her skin flamed beneath his touch, but still her mind screamed ”no.” Even the fear of him thinking her a s.l.u.t couldn't force her mouth to form the word. She arched against him.

Alex fingers found and kneaded her breast through her blouse's silky material. His lips caressed the hollow of her throat.

She held her breath when he opened her s.h.i.+rt and dipped his hand into her bra. Her nipple hardened into a pebble almost as hard as the erection pulsing against her.

Her mother's voice echoed in her mind citing the old saying about not buying a cow but getting the milk for free. Cynthia garnered her self-control and placed both palms against his chest. She pushed him away, and pulled her gaping top closed. ”Alex, we mustn't.”

His eyes reflected the disappointment of rejection. ”Why not?” His rapid heartbeat noticeably pulsated in his temples.

She sat, straightened her clothing and re-b.u.t.toned her blouse. ”It's too soon. I'm not the kind to sleep around. I'm so sorry I let things go so far, but....”

Alex stood and extended a hand to help her to her feet. Head down, he adjusted his pants, but evidence of his l.u.s.t still showed.

He lifted his gaze. ”No, I'm the one who's sorry, Cyn. I guess I just got carried away. I've wanted to kiss you since the first day we met. I didn't really plan on a.s.saulting you like this.”

Cynthia splayed her fingers through her disheveled hair, lifting the thickness off the back of her heated neck. ”a.s.saulted? I didn't feel a.s.saulted. I was enjoying the moment as much as you. I just want your respect. It's important to me.”

Alex placed his hands on her shoulders. ”I do respect you. Maybe I'm the one who should be worried, huh? Do you still respect me?”

Cynthia smiled. ”Of course I do. But maybe we should call it a night.”

”I think you're right. It's late and we both have to work tomorrow.” He tucked the back of his s.h.i.+rttail into his trousers. Thanks for going to dinner with me.”

She walked him to the door, her hand on the k.n.o.b. ”I had a good time. Thanks for being so understanding.”

”Wait,” she whispered, planting her hand in the center of his chest. ”Did you hear something in the hallway?”

He opened the door and looked left and right then shook his head. ”I don*t see anyone. What did you hear?”

She shrugged. ”Guess it was my imagination. I thought I heard someone hurrying away. Anyhow, thanks again for the date.. It was fun.” She stepped toward him.

Alex bent and brushed her lips with a light kiss and stepped out into the hall. Before she could close the door, he gave it a gentle push. ”Would you go out with me again on Sat.u.r.day if I promise to behave? I'd love for it to be sooner, but since we both work...”

”I'd love to go.”

And maybe she didn't want him to behave. She stowed her thoughts and smiled.

Chapter Four.

Cynthia woke to sunlight streaming through the faded curtains. At first she panicked. Had she overslept? Her heartbeat slowed with the realization today was Sat.u.r.day.

Smiling at the thought of seeing Alex again, she anxiously pushed aside the blanket, sat on the edge of the bed and stretched her arms over her head. A small squeal escaped when she opened her mouth in a wide yawn.

Her thoughts flashed back to their last encounter and she s.h.i.+vered. He caused stirrings she hadn't felt in years since Jimmy Page, her first true love in junior high, or so she thought at the time. He'd pulled her behind the heavy film curtain in Mr. Cook's cla.s.s and planted a big, sloppy, wet one on her. Her first real kiss, and with nothing to compare it to, she only knew she wanted another one. Her heart had raced and her tummy fluttered. That moment was a feeling she never wanted to forget, even though she later found out Jimmy ate dog food sandwiches and thought there was nothing strange about it.

Then, she had her first official date in high school. Kevin Smiley; now that boy could kiss. Holding herself in check proved harder than she expected when he parked the car on a romantic overlook and began nibbling her neck, but when he slid his hand a little too far up her skirt, her mother's words echoed in her head, ”Good girls don't let boys take liberties,” and Cynthia had pushed him away. Instead of the respect she expected, he immediately drove her hope and never called again. She'd already let Alex push her further. Would he react the same way? G.o.d she hoped not, after all, they were adults.

Her bladder begged to be emptied. She set thoughts of romance aside, donned her fuzzy slippers and headed for the bathroom.

Cynthia came back from nature's call brus.h.i.+ng her hair and sat on the edge of the bed. She leaned over and let her long tresses dangle while she worked through the snarls. Her thoughts strayed to Alex again. He hadn't called and she wondered what he had planned for the evening. Her preference: staying home, having dinner and cuddling. What could be better than that? He had promised to behave but she wasn*t sure she wanted him to. Those romantic thoughts were interrupted by the ringing telephone. She straightened, tossed her hair back and reached for the cordless on the nightstand.

”h.e.l.lo?”

”Hi, it's Alex. Are we still on for tonight?”

Her smile blossomed. Like he even had to ask if their plans were still intact. She didn't dare admit she couldn't stop thinking about him, and as usual, struggled to tamp down her eagerness. ”Of course. I've been looking forward to it.”

”So, what would you like to do?” he asked.

”Did you have something special in mind?”

”Just spending time with you, but I'm willing to do whatever you'd like.”

”How about you come over to my place and I'll make dinner again.” She tried to sound like the suggestion was fresh and not pre-planned.

”That sounds good to me. What can I bring?”

”Now that I know you aren't a wine person, if you want beer, bring it!”

”What time?”

”How about sevenish?”

”Sevenish? What time is that exactly?”

She chuckled. ”Anytime around seven.”

”Okay. I'll be there at one minute after.” He chuckled.

”My, aren't you specific. I was giving you some leeway, but now I know exactly when to expect you, so see you then.” Despite her attempt at humor, her heart raced with antic.i.p.ation she couldn't control.

”Can't wait.” Alex made smacking sounds. ”My mouth is already watering.”

Cynthia hung up and danced a little jig. Alex had agreed to her idea and she couldn't be more pleased. But she nibbled her bottom lip, recalling his last words. What exactly was he hungry for? Her mother's caution ”just one weak moment....” rang loud and clear in her mind. A mere thought of him caused Cynthia to go weak all over...so much for one moment.

Cynthia stood at the sink was.h.i.+ng Romaine lettuce. The evening's menu consisted of Caesar salad with French bread, and the delicious aroma of broiling chicken b.r.e.a.s.t.s replaced the apartment's musty odor. Aware she'd served chicken last time, she hoped he wouldn't notice. Her culinary skills needed vast improvement, especially in meal planning. The difference between cooking for two as opposed to satisfying her own likes didn't leave much room for variation without a special shopping trip and a fuller wallet.

The table was set and Cynthia was dressed and ready. The clock read five minutes 'til seven, and dinner was almost done. She dried her hands, used her fingers to fluff her hair then perched on the edge of the couch to wait. Despite this not being their first encounter, she had the jitters.

At two minutes past seven, a knock sounded on the door. She jumped to her feet, admonis.h.i.+ng herself to slow down and get past the anxiousness that betrayed her feelings at every turn. She glanced down for one final check, making sure she hadn't spilled anything on herself, then sauntered over and opened the door. Still, her fear made her peek past the safety chain before she removed it. His handsome smile greeted her and sent warmth radiating through her.

”Hi, Alex. Come in.”