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Mark saw the light in the dining room and routed directly there. He hadn’t known what to expect and he half hoped she had retired to avoid the friction. Friction would come sooner or later anyway.
As he stepped in the cosy dining room they stared lengthy at each other. She was standing by the table with her fingers laced before her. She dressed a lose sweat set which didn’t disguise her beauty in the least.
She didn’t cover any of her emotions as her honey pools flowed to him. His focus on her as he fiddled with his tie, his cuffs and the first buttons of his shirt. It would help if he wasn’t the most magnetic man in the universe.
“Good evening.” He attempted, rolling his shirt sleeves up. As he glanced at her he felt a tinge of embarrassment for the scene he made at her office.
“Good evening.” She turned to the table to stop staring and to continue arranging the flatware. “Dinner will be warm in a moment.”
He nodded and went to wash his hands.
The meal elapsed mostly in silence. Neither of them was in the mood for light conversation because a thick undercurrent of mingled emotions was almost palpable.
Afterwards he helped her tidy up.
He was sitting on the sofa in the sitting room as she entered. She was in doubt whether she should sit there or just walk past him and call it an evening.
“I talked to Juan.” Mark started. He sat back on the plush sofa, arms spread over it.
Amy’s steps froze, she turned and darted a surprised look at him. “Oh.” She hadn’t expected him to go after the facts. “He wanted to invite me for dinner.”
“I heard as much.” Eyes locked on hers, he seemed to be observing every tiny reaction of hers.
A wave of indignation surfaced in her. “How could you think I would...” She stopped, not knowing which words to use. His possessiveness was a little too bothering.
“Would what, Amy?” His remarkable eyes so intense on her.
“I don’t have the least interest in him!” She frowned as if that was the biggest incongruous thought under the sun.
“I believe the girls around regard him as rather edible.” He gave an ironic side-smile.
“Not me!” She braced herself and gazed the floor for a moment, believing Mark was the very first in those girls’ edibility list. “Don’t you see that I...?” She lifted her eyes to him. “Don’t you know what you...?” She didn’t have a way to finish those questions without giving away a part of her inner emotions.
Mark stared at her for a long moment. His eyes fell to her full lips. “I see a lot right now.” He said in double meaning. “But I could use some elaboration.” His insolent attention slid down her figure shamelessly. Discussing with her could be a straining task. He had to keep his desire at bay and force his brain into action. At that precise moment the latter was dwindling to an inexorable shut-down, while other parts were coming to the fore, so to say.
Amy felt his glance on her and shivered in response. How could she formulate coherent sentences when his magnetism was creeping in her nerves? “Can’t you see what you do to me?” She risked, deeming the choice of words clumsy.
Mark stood from the sofa and came near her. Inches from her. She had to bend her head back to behold him. “What do I do to you, Amy?” He asked in a grave low voice.
Goose-bumps all over her skin. “Our...our...lovemaking,” she breathed it out with difficulty and hesitated.
“What of our lovemaking?” He gave another step towards her; his manly scent invaded her nostrils, running through her blood vessels.
“It’s so,” she sucked in the air, “consuming!” The word itself carried all the meaning she gave to it. “I can’t stand even the idea of someone else!” And she opened her arms in a helpless gesture, but her body was becoming dangerously malleable.
A charge of electricity ran through Mark at her admission. “Tell me more.” His voice came hoarse now.
An invisible hand clipped her womb and sent waves travelling in all directions. “I feel...enraptured.” She murmured in a silky voice.
One more step of his and their toes were touching. “How so?”
Her body begun to melt. Their eyes never detached. Hers were wide on his darkened ones. “Everything melds inside me.” She breathed weakly.
His hands moved upwards. “We’re in the same wavelength.” His fingers reached the top of her sweat coat.
The warmth of his skin filtered through the fabric of her sweat coat as he played lazily with the zipper. Her breath deregulated.
“What should we do about it?” His long fingers held her zipper.
