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“Oh no, fantasies are one thing, real life is something else. I’ve certainly learned that.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.” I don’t think he believed me.
We sat in silence for a moment.
“So what are these fantasies all about?” he asked.
“Sorry, they’re a little too personal.”
“Pretty racy stuff?”
His sexy eyes twinkled and I could feel myself blush again. “Yes, pretty much. But I’m not the woman in my fantasies, it’s just play.” I rose from the sofa. “You know, I think I should go.”
Will looked at me, surprised by the sudden move. But he reached out and grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
“Hey, I’m perfectly safe. I’m not one of your fantasies, am I?”
“Of course not,” I replied, though I was beginning to wonder if perhaps he was.
“Then you don’t have to leave.”
“I’m sorry. I over-reacted. It’s just that I feel as if my whole world has been turned upside down. You’ve been very sweet and I appreciate your taking care of me, listening to me. I needed that, but really I’m tired.”
He smiled. “I understand. Best to put this day to bed.”
He stood and walked me to his door.
“I’d like to see you again, Alex Morgan, it would be nice to have a friend in the building.”
“I’d like that,” I replied.
He gave me a quick peck on the cheek. I shivered, wishing it could have lasted longer. But it was too soon, and before I knew it, I found myself on the other side of Will’s door. Alone again, but not so very much alone.
I didn’t realize how much he affected me until I returned to my apartment. My body ached – a strong, vibrating sexual ache. Thinking of his sexy style, his easy manner, and his hard body – he was the best looking man who’d ever paid attention to me. And he honestly wanted to see me again.
Will Kozak suddenly went from rescuing friend to potential lover – in a heartbeat, in the blink of an eye. The desire was so fierce in me, I almost felt like a traitor to Jane, as if everything I’d felt for her didn’t matter because of Will. My body responded quickly to my idea of him. I didn’t care if I betrayed Jane’s memory – she would have done the same thing if she were in my shoes. Climbing into bed, my hand went to my crotch and within minutes a powerful orgasm took me away – all about Will, and the thought of him fondling me passionately, running his hands over my breasts and ass and belly and the opening so damp with desire. I thought of his stiffened cock inside me, of his riding me around and around in the wonderful circle of his sexy energy. As I drifted off to sleep, I was beginning to realize what Jane meant when she said I needed a man. With that, the thought of men, and specifically Will Kozak, were clearly front and center in my thoughts.
Chapter Seven
More than anything in the world I wanted to stumble into Will again. I made myself as available as I knew how; but for a week I didn’t catch a glimpse of him other than a quick view from my front window, when one morning I saw him climb into a little red Fiat and drive away. My fantasies were filled with thoughts of making love to him, which was a good diversion in light of Jane’s absence. I was possessed anew, but day after day of not seeing him, I began to doubt that he really wanted to see me again. In the midst of my anxious anticipation, I felt a full range of disappointment and hurt, as if I believed that something special had happened that one night that would never happen again. How silly of me to assume so much. He probably had a girlfriend and our one night was just a passing flirtation. By the time Will Kozak finally knocked on my door, I didn’t even imagine that it could be him, and I was totally shocked when it was.
“Hey, you busy? Not too late for a little wine, is it?” He held up a bottle of Shiraz, smiling broadly.
“No, no. Come on in.”
“You look surprised.”
“I am. I hadn’t seen you in a while,” I was so nervous I could hardly speak. “I-I figured you were on to other things.”
“And I was. Sorry, I should have mentioned that I was going out of town on business.”
He walked inside my apartment, gazing around at all the embarrassing frilliness, while I hastily found two wine glasses and the opener in the kitchen. When I returned to the living room, he was staring at an expressionist print, probably the only piece of art with any degree of sophistication in my apartment. He had his back to me, and for just a moment, I stared at his broad shoulders and tight ass, thinking he was about the sexiest man I’d ever known. A familiar rush of desire returned to my body, and I realized how quickly I fallen had for him.
“So, how was your trip?”
He turned around. “All right, just business, I thought about you a lot though.”
