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"Sorry," she mumbles. "I know you and I don't fit together, we're so different. I don't fucking understand myself why it happens, but I can't help it. God, I’m even having wet dreams about you."
I cough, hearing this brand-new revelation. In day-to-day life Alisha’s straightforward, but when she's tipsy or drunk, she has no filter, and I love it. Her raw honesty is a pure aphrodisiac. So before I can stop myself, I ask, "What happened in your dream?"
Damn, I'm acting like an intruder, but I need to know.
"We kissed."
The hold on my phone increases, and I roam my other hand through my beard while licking my lips, imagining her hot mouth on mine. Should I ask my additional question?
"How good was it?"Oh well…
She lets out a heavy whine. "Fucking fantastic, but how is that possible?"
"With a mouth like yours, it can only be magnificent."
"Are you saying you've got a weak spot for my lips, Grumpy?"
Hearing the nickname roll out in this playful way enhances my aroused state. "Oh, you and your sassy mouth have invaded my mind many times."
I lower my phone and gaze at the black screen. She ended the call?Fuck.I let out a long exhale and lean my arms on the baluster while gazing up at the night sky.
She's having wet dreams about me?
A little smirk plays on my lips. Guess I'm not the only one getting influenced by our closeness. I watch how the moon splashes its watery white-silver glow into the city, before walking inside. Not able to relax with my mind and body filled with this thirst, I jog through my apartment, hoping it will wear me out. It doesn't, but a loud knock on the door makes me stop my living room marathon.Who could it possibly be at this time?I stroll over, and when opening I find, a seductive-looking Alisha standing on the other side of the hall, wearing skin tight pants with a short top, stopping underneath her full breasts. While my hands itch to touch the naked skin of her abdomen, my dick goes back to its concrete state. Inch by inch, my eyes travel north until they meet her green irises.
“Shouldn’t you be in bed?"
She shakes her head and pushes herself away from the wall. With swinging hips and her focus on my chest, she comes closer. My greedy yearning flames up when she stops before me and trails one of her hands over my abdomen. I let out a huff and close my eyes when I sense her palm crawling up my shirt. I grind my teeth, and I keep chanting to myself.She's drunk. Don't do it.
"I need an answer, Cole," she says in a silky, seductive, soft voice.
I inhale deeply, and my head lowers when I take in her unique scent—a lively aroma of fruity pear, joined with the sweetness of jasmine. "You smell so rich." The sexual tension bounces between our bodies, and when her fingers touch the back of my neck, stirring my more than alert libido, I tell myself again.Don't. Do. It. Don't. React.
But like a snake attacking its prey by surprise, she pushes herself up on her toes and presses her full, sexy mouth firmly on mine. Every thought vanishes from my brain, and instead of pulling back, I pull her closer and press my tongue to the seam of her lips, asking her to grant me access. She does in a heartbeat, and I delve into her sweet heavenly mouth. The potent scent of wine is being exchanged in the intermingling of our billowing breaths. The connection is sublime, and my dick is howling for attention. Never in my life has a woman affected me like this. I push these feelings back when her tongue teases and challenges mine. Then, as quickly as it started, she disconnects by pushing herself away from me. My hands let her go. She’s panting, and her eyes are swirling pools of lust. I have to fight the desperate craving to grab her, rip her clothes off her body, and dig my dick deep inside her sweetness until she screams my name. Instead of acting on this primal urge, I watch her turn and walk to the elevator. "Goodnight, Bulldozer," she mumbles.
Once she's gone, I bang my forehead against the doorpost while sampling the lingering taste of her by licking my lips. God, that was... I push myself back, and after closing the door, I pull my shirt up over my head as I race through the hallway to my room. "Time for another long, cold shower."
11
ALISHA
Oh god!My hands roam their environment to stop the ear-splitting wail that rises to a peak and then ebbs and rises to a peak again, undulating like a wave and wringing my brain out like a sponge.
Where the hell is it?I open one eye to a slit only to see the purple color of my love seat.
Why did I sleep in my living room?
I stop thinking when the sunlight shining through the window makes my head pound and throb like there's a toothache in my brain. To lessen the pounding, I shut my eyes, and like a bat, I trace the sound coming from my left. Once I have the source in my hand, I press the button on my iPhone with effect.Silence!
Enjoying the quietness, I put pressure on the base of my nose and draw my fingers over my brow to my temples, hoping to relieve the throbbing tension.
What the hell did I do?
I frown and images of Cole kissing me again flood my mind. But the sensations are all so vivid…
Oh, my god! No, no, I didn't.
I pull my legs to my chest and curl into a ball of embarrassment while my heart beats heavy behind my ribs. After a minute of trying to control my breathing, I sit up, and with my back towards the window, I place my elbows on my knees and rest my head in my hands.
