He was hot. Hot in a way that made my knees weak. I could tell he didn’t really want to talk to me. He was edgy, and he kept looking at the door. The rest of his family stayed away though. That meant he had nothing to focus on but me. And he did. It was disconcerting.
His beauty was deadly. He totally slayed me with his dark eyes and his square jaw and hot body. My heart was racing and tumbling in my chest. The words he spoke were just ordinary ones. He said everything I expected him to say. There was nothing sexy or flirtatious about what he was saying. However, there was an expression at the back of his eyes that told me something far, far different than the words that fell from his lips.
His eyes were hot. And needy. Not needy bad, but needy good. The kind of needy that led to sweaty bodies and delicate touches and little moans of pleasure. One of those moans erupted from the back of my throat as I stared into his eyes. I couldn’t help myself. Looking at him was like looking at a Hometown Buffet when you’d been without food for months.
The sound of my moan affected him. How could it not? I knew I wasn’t the only one wrapped in this white hot heat of lust. But while I stared at him google eyed, unable to focus on the issues at hand, he’d been all business, only that expression in the back of his eyes giving away that he felt the same as I did. Now, that little snippet of sound was unleashing a beast. A beast that I knew would devour me. I was more excited than I could remember ever being.
His hand came up to brush my jawline. His body angled in closer to mine. I could smell his cologne. It was faint and overridden mostly by his own unique scent. I liked that. He wasn’t artificial. As his hand slid into my long hair and cupped the back of my head, I placed my palms on his rock hard chest. The muscles shifted beneath the thin t-shirt, and I could feel his heart thudding against my palm.
I looked up at him and saw that the expression in the back of his eyes had taken over. He wasn’t thinking about business at all now. He was thinking about me. He lowered his head. His lips brushed mine. I shivered, feeling as if an electrical current had just run through me. He kissed me softly and pulled back, looking into my eyes for a moment. Then he was kissing me harder. The tether that had held his desire in check, snapped.
Our bodies came together like waves hitting the beach. An inevitable meeting that gave pleasure and relief while pushing our desire to the edge of endurance. His mouth was hot and firm. The rough thrust of his tongue against mine held arrogance and urgency. The movements of his body were seductive. He held me in a primal manner, his body curved around me protectively, yet with a tenseness that came from his rising passion.
We kissed like this was our last kiss, instead of our first. My arms encircled his broad shoulders, my fingers finding his soft dark hair. The solid wall of muscle that was his chest crushed my breasts while his jean clad hips rubbed against me sinuously. Shivers of lust and some unnamed emotion rocked my body. I didn’t want to put a name to what I was feeling. I just wanted to enjoy it, the same way I wanted to enjoy the taste and feel of him.
The kissing session lasted for long minutes. We couldn’t get enough of each other. We’d progressed to hands sliding beneath shirts and into the waistbands of jeans, when voices in the next room brought us back to reality. He pushed me away from him, regret in his dark eyes. There was also a promise in those eyes though. A promise that we would soon finish what we had started this day. Later… tonight… him and me and nothing else.
I straightened my clothes, tugging at my top so that it covered my breasts again. He was buttoning his jeans. When we walked back into the huge lounge, it was empty. Whoever had been there was gone. He led me to the door.
“Do you want me to walk you to your car?” he asked, his voice low with a thread of protectiveness in it.
I shook my head. “No, I’m fine.”
We stared at each other for long moments. Then he sighed, his chest expanding with the air he took in. I had the urge to touch him again, but I knew that if I did, I would not be able to leave. I would beg him to just take me to his quarters and never let me go. I took two steps backward, out of the door. I didn’t know what to say to him. In the last ten minutes, he had changed my whole life.
“I’ll see you soon,” he murmured, his eyes filled with promise.
I nodded and turned away to walk to my car. The door closed behind me, and I tried to gather my scattered thoughts. Keys. Yeah, car keys. I needed them. I fumbled in my purse, my steps slow as I struggled to focus on the tasks at hand. Finally, the cool metal of the keys met my fingers. I drew a deep breath. My life was now on a path I had never envisioned. Anticipation rode me hard.
My steps began to pick up speed. I rounded the corner of the building, heading for the parking lot. That’s when I saw them. They were lined up along the side of the building, both men and women alike. His entire family. Armed. He stood dead center, his gun drawn. Our eyes met, mine startled, his warm with emotion, but stern with protectiveness. His older brother spoke.
“There’s a price on her head now. You’ve marked her as yours, now she’s ours to protect.”
He had? I was? I looked down at myself swiftly. I didn’t look any different. He began to smile at me. His eyes told me what I wanted to know. His brother’s word were correct. I was his now. I belonged to him, to this family that was ready to lay down their lives for me, all because he had seen me and wanted me.
I kept walking to my car, noticing that I had left the windows down about half an inch. That was stupid of me, I thought as I unlocked the door.
“He’s the wrong man to mate with, miss. Too bad I have to kill you now.”
The voice came from the vicinity of my knee caps. I looked down and saw a little red, ugly, slimy monster. He smiled apologetically, showing a row of razor sharp teeth. “My friends and I can’t resist the price on your head. His whole family has a price on their heads.”
All around me was the sound of fighting. I didn’t look. I didn’t want to see. The short, stubby red monster raised his arm, and I took a step back.
“Sorry,” he said.
My leg lashed out, the spike heel of my boot catching him between the eyes. I pulled my foot back and a great sucking noise came from the monster’s head as my heel pulled free of his flesh. He fell to the ground dead. I quickly opened my car door and got in, starting the engine and trying not to think about the goop that was on the heel of my expensive boots, probably ruining them.
That’s when I noticed another red slimy monster trying to squeeze itself into the car through the half inch opening in the window. I pressed the button and the window closed, cutting him in half. I winced and reached for the button to raise the driver’s side window and cut another monster in half. Gross. I started to put the car in gear when I noticed that the two halves of the two monsters were melding on the passenger seat. Double gross. I scooped them up in my hand before they became something dangerous that I would have to fight off. I opened my window and pushed them out, putting the car in gear and backing over them with a loud squishy pop.
As I drove away, I saw his entire family fighting off the little red monsters. His brothers, his sister, his sisters in law… and him. I rolled past him slowly, my eyes meeting his. The passion, the desire, it was still there, although he was focused on a grim task. I shivered. God, I wanted him so badly.
“I’ll call you later,” he mouthed as he killed another red monster.
My heart soared and I drove right through a line of red monsters, killing them…
Yeah, that was what I was dreaming as the alarm woke me this morning. I so need a shrink.
My Matt-Man dream began with the PITA and I at a Sonic or In-N-Out type burger place. We were devouring mass quantities of yummy hamburgers oozing with cheese and sauce and grease. Matt comes up and sits down next to us. He’s got a cigarette hanging from his mouth (in the restaurant even! gasp!), and he’s wearing jean shorts and a t-shirt and sunglasses. He sticks out one leg and turns it so we can see the back of it. There’s this huge bruise there. The PITA and I gasp.
