Wicked Love

reply, my eyes lost in his gaze. He lowers his lips to mine and my eyes close, but all of my other senses are keenly aware of our first kiss.

16


Cold and rainy night
KREW
The first time I laid eyes on Carson Matthews I knew what total fascination was like. It wasn’t just because she was beautiful – although clearly she was – it was more than just her beauty that aroused me, and I don’t mean a sexual arousal. Although God knows, that soon followed in the weeks ahead every time my hands were on her arms, holding her ankles, pressing back against her shoulders and back during her physical therapy sessions with me.
For me it was about her mystique, her strength, and her endurance. She came from privilege, that was apparent, but she wasn’t spoiled in the least. Despite her foul-mouth bitching, she fought hard to get her physical strength back, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before she got her emotional strength back as well. She possessed a strong will and an endless supply of determination which were pivotal to her recovery in every way. And I was witness to it all, often times awestruck by her strength and spirit. And the truth was, once our sessions were over, I felt a little bit of emptiness in my life. No other patient, and there had been plenty of beautiful female ones by the way, had affected me the way Carson had, long after she went back to D.C. Her face would make a cameo in my dreams, her voice was forever etched in my memory, like a favorite song.
But now I know that Carson Matthews is a force to be reckoned with, despite the fact her parents are inclined to treat her as if she’s a fragile porcelain doll. They don’t see her as I do, or maybe they simply have blinders on to feel justified in their over-protection of her.
I didn’t have to think twice when the opportunity to have my own business near campus presented itself. It gave me a valid reason to put myself back into her world. I was very willing to reacquaint myself with her.
She’s a beautiful enigma I ache to explore. I set out to earn her trust, and I have, but now I want more. She already has a piece of my heart, and if I’m not careful, there’s a very good chance she will fling it right back at me in angered rejection. Because Carson doesn’t know the full story.
This is our first kiss, and part of me wants it to be the first of many. As our lips meet and my arms envelope her, our tongues mate, and her body melts into mine in a perfect fit. I revel in her softness, the scent of her damp hair is an aphrodisiac to my very soul. Our kiss is deep and lingering, and I want to take it further, but I know I shouldn’t.
We finally part, and her face is flushed, her full delectable lips continue to tempt me, and her eyes tell the story as always. Carson is affected by me, but I know it’s only a fraction of my affectation by her. I want to fuck her, claim her, mark her as mine, but it’s complicated. I don’t need the complication. No matter how much I want to bury myself inside of her.
“How about we have some wine and you can tell me all about what you learned today?” I suggest, trying to quell the heat between us. “Let me get you some dry clothes.”
I go into my bedroom and pull some clean plaid flannel pajama pants, a sweatshirt and some socks. They’ll be big on her, but hopefully, they’ll hide her luscious curves so as to not further tempt me to cross the line I’m dangerously close to crossing.
I return to the main area, and hand over the clean dry clothes to her. “You can change in my bedroom, and the bathroom is right off of it,” I tell her, nodding my head in the direction.
She sighs, giving me a sweet smile and heads off while I go to the kitchen bar and pull a bottle of Far Niente 2018 Chardonnay out of the wine chiller. I uncork it and allow it to breathe while I pull out two wine glasses and place them along with the wine on a tray. I grab some sliced cheese and crackers and lay them out on a plate, just as Carson comes back out wearing my clothes.
“Ta dah,” she says, twirling around, “What do you think? Do I do them justice?”
“Lucky clothes,” I reply giving her a wink. “The important thing is you’re dry and warm.”
She plops down on my leather sofa and grabs the remote, powering on the wall-mounted flat screen and finds a soft jazz music channel, adjusting the volume down. “I just can’t get over this place,” she says looking around. “Did you buy this building?”
I chuckle, “Not hardly. My business doesn’t pay that well. I lease it. It works out nicely since I can live here as well.”
“It certainly is an awesome loft,” she replies, “Cozy too,” she finishes nodding towards the electric fireplace with the faux crackling flames.
“Hey don’t knock it,” I tease, “It produces heat as well.”
Fuck! Everything I say sounds like a ‘come on.’
I set the tray with the wine, cheese and crackers on the coffee table, and go back to the kitchen to grab some napkins. “Go ahead and pour, I’ll be with you in a second,” I call out.
“I’ve never tasted this brand before. Daddy always has French Chardonnay selections,” she comments as she fills both glasses.
“Ah, then you’re in for a treat, Princess. While I give the French their due for the fine red and white Bordeaux wines, Napa Valley has my vote for the best Chardonnay wines. A bit crisper and lively I found from this particular vineyard.”
I take a