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She needed to get away from him before she smashed her wine glass right over his smug, cheating, fat head. Asshole.
Then again, it might just be worth it to watch his perfectly calm facade crumble and his idiot new girlfriend shriek in horror. Kathryn smiled grimly to herself at the thought. Almost worth it.
The strapless navy cocktail dress she was wearing felt too tight, too constructive as the anger pulsed through her body. She had known he might be here, of course, but the reality was far worse than she imagined.
Kathryn had been watching her former fiance, Justin, spend the entire New Year’s Eve party on the arm of the blonde secretary she had caught him fucking in his office six months ago. She had shown up after hours with a surprise dinner since he had called and said he would be working late. It was certainly a surprise. Within a week she had moved out, burned anything of his she didn’t leave behind, and vowed never to set foot in the east tower of the firm where he worked unless it was the only safe haven during a zombie apocalypse.
Even then, she wasn’t sure she would go.
Despite working for the same firm, they were in different buildings and could easily avoid running into each other. She had managed to dodge him for the last several months. Until now. Seeing him tonight for the first time since she slammed the door in his face had been a lesson in anger management. He had even had the audacity to try and give her a social kiss on the cheek in greeting when he saw her. She very nearly slapped him.
Of course she hadn’t. She would never infringe on her friend’s hospitality that way by making a scene. She had instead watched him and his bimbo arm candy hang all over each other as they flitted about the party. She knew it was petty. Ridiculous even. But it hurt.
And now she was on her third glass of wine and found that her tongue was looser than it should be in this particular situation. She looked over just in time to see Justin’s secretary slash girlfriend drape her arms around his neck and run her tongue over his ear. What. The. Fuck.
So she tossed back the rest of her drink and headed down the hall toward the bathroom.
Unfortunately, a knock on that door was answered by two voices that were obviously not engaged in brushing their teeth, so Kathryn realized she needed to find somewhere else to defuse the nuclear explosion that would occur if she returned to the party. The second brass knob she tried turned easily, and she stepped inside before closing the door behind her with a soft click.
The room was dark, quiet. Just the slight silver glow of moonlight coming in through a single floor to ceiling window. It seemed to be an office, she guessed, with the outline of what looked like a desk in front of her. The muted light glinted off a coffered tin ceiling, and the dark carpet felt luxurious and beneath her pumps as the sank into the deep, plush shag. Not that it mattered where she was. It was somewhere no one would come look for her while she waited out her fit of rage and plotted all the ways she wished she had ruined Justin when they had broken up. She should have spread a rumor about the size of his dick or his ridiculous obsession with his receding hairline...
Kathryn was deep in thought about all the ways she could slander him from here to next year when the door creaked open and closed suddenly, a large, broad shape entered the room. Startled, she backed up reflexively, her lower back banging hard on the desk.
“Hello?” A deep baritone asked hesitantly, causing a not unpleasant flutter in her stomach. She wondered fleetingly if you could tell how attractive someone was from the sound of their voice.
Rubbing a palm over the spot on her back, she cleared her throat. “Hey. Sorry, I can clear out if you need the room. Just needed to get away for a minute.” She took a step toward the door, steeling herself in preparation to go back to the party.
The shadow paused, clearly waiting for his eyes to adjust a bit more. By now she could see shadows and defined shapes, but she guessed he was still flying blind. “Don’t leave on my account. Just got a little tired of all the small talk and smiling and nodding. Needed a minute of peace.” He drawled casually, his vowels softened by time in the south.
Kathryn huffed out a laugh, “I needed a minute where I wasn’t watching my ex feel up a skinny blonde with huge boobs and fake teeth.” She stopped, horrified she had just said that out loud. She had no idea who was in here with her. What if he was a friend of Justin’s…..
A loud, booming laugh broke through her apprehension, “Well, any man who chooses a woman like that usually has something to prove. Or he just plain can’t handle a woman who is strong and confident and not hanging on his every damn word. In either case he’s an asshole.”
There was a frankness in the way he said it that had her smiling despite herself.
She reached out, tracing a hand over a wingback chair to her right, the rough material scratching lightly against her fingernail. She could feel the alternating weave of a geometric pattern under her hand, and wondered idly what it looked like. “According to him he needed someone less complicated. More available. I work too much, am too set in my ways and generally am just a pain in the ass.” she said, feeling the bitterness rise in her throat. “It's fine, really. It's just difficult to have it thrown in my face.”
“I’d imagine it is. You want to tell me some more about Captain Asshole out there? I have three sisters and I’m an excellent listener when it comes to calling a guy on the carpet.” She watched him settle a few feet away in the opposite matching chair, long legs stretching out in front of him comfortably.
It was tempting, to sit here in the dark and unload on a complete stranger who she would likely never have to face again. But it would only make her more angry. And make going back out there more impossible. “He’s not worth it. Mediocre sex and a relaionship that looked better on paper than in reality. It's still hard to stomach all the looks and the whispers that no one bothers to hide when they’re drunk.” She sighed wearily and pinched the bridge of her nose.
A long pause greeted her words. “Come on, let’s go give him a show,” he said quietly
Kathryn’s eyes searched the darkness. Was he being serious? “A show?”
“I’ll be your date, let’s make some rounds and show him what he’s missing. I’ll hang on your every word. I promise.” She could hear the smile in his voice and felt her pulse skip in response.
Now that was a damn tempting offer. Insane, but tempting.
“I do appreciate it. Really. But I can handle it.” She steadied herself for a moment. No more wine, she decided. And took a few shaky steps to the door. Trying the handle, she was surprised when it didn’t seem to budge.
She tried again, panic rising in her chest as it stubbornly refused to turn. “Um, excuse me but...could you try to open this? It seems to be stuck?”
Mr. Sexy Shadow came to stand next to her, his large frame towered above as his fingers brushed hers on the knob. He grunted in effort for a moment, his shoulder pressing hard on the door. No luck.
“I think the lock activated somehow. We’re stuck in here.” His hand came to her arm lightly, a gentle touch she guessed was meant to be reassuring, “Don’t worry though. I’m pretty sure all the coats are in here somewhere. People will come in and find us when the party winds down after midnight.”
Kathryn ran a hand over her sternum, trying to calm the rollicking beat of her heart. She supposed she could scream, but the music was loud and she doubted anyone would hear. The glow of a nearby clock on the desk told her it was 10:30, so midnight was reasonably close. She would just have to wait it out, rather than humiliate herself by acting desperately.
She watched the stranger move in the darkness, leaning casually on the wall in front of her. Even with the window at her back, she still couldn’t get a real look at him. Just glimpses and shadows. A flash of white from the shirt under his dark suit. A glimmer of dark eyes when the moonlight caught his face.
Tall, dark and handsome, she mused. WIth a voice that was pure sin.
There were certainly worse people to be stuck in a room with.
“I’m Chakotay,” That whiskey smooth voice said as it interrupted her daydream, “I actually hardly know anyone else here. Just in town visiting my brother and he dragged me along.” He paused, leaning a fraction of an inch closer. “I will say though, I’m starting to become increasingly glad I agreed to come.”
She knew he couldn’t see it in the darkness, but Kathryn felt the warmth of a blush fill her cheeks. It must be the wine. The room tilted a tiny bit and she felt a large hand reach to grasp her arm and steady her. Even after she regained her balance he didn’t let go, this thumb brushing across her skin in a light caress.
“My-my name is Kathyn. I work with Joe, the host, in product design and development.” She was increasingly distracted by his nearness, the hypnotic movement of his thumb over her arm. It somehow made her nervous and relaxed at the same time. Her body crackled with awareness even as she relaxed under his touch.
“Tell me about yourself.” It was a simple request spoken in a quiet drawl. Definitely southern, she thought. But not deep south. Maybe Virginia. Someplace where men still held open doors for women and called everyone ma’am. That accent drew out vowels like slow molasses in the winter. And, as she began to talk, he drew her out as well.
She told him about her dog and her job, her love of french food and good wine. In turn, he told her he was from near Richmond, but was visiting his brother to help him through a tough breakup. He understood that all too well, and been through one himself last year. He was a carpenter, spending his days doing construction but also building a steady side business making custom furniture.
Rough hands, she thought dreamily. Strong shoulders. And clearly a gentleman. His hand hadn't strayed from her arm, though somehow they had inched closer. His chest was nearly brushing against her now, so close she could smell him. Sawdust and sandalwood and man.
“You smell good.” she sighed, interrupting a moment of silence.
Oh shit. She did not just say that. Maybe she could jump out the window.
A low, rumbling laugh answered her, those damn dark eyes sparkling in the moonlight. “Well thank you, I guess. Good to know the fact that you're making me nervous as hell isn't showing.”
She was shocked. “Me?”
His head nodded, shadows sliding across his dark hair. “I’m not used to being trapped with a beautiful woman I met about twenty minutes ago that I desperately want to kiss.”
Oh. Oh God.
The hand on her arm gave the slightest tug, and she went forward easily, her breasts pressing against the firm front of him. He felt insanely good, that big hard body rubbing hers as his hand slid around her waist.
“Can I-” he whispered softly, his breath fanning over her lips. Mint and bourbon, she thought dreamily. And felt her knees wobble.
His mouth brushed hers with an erotic gentless, testing her reaction, giving her time. Not that he needed to. Eagerly, she ran her hands to grip the lapels of his jacket, deepening the kiss.
She hadn't been kissed in months. Not since Justin. And never, ever like this. His free hand came up to cradle her cheek, changing the angle while his tongue traced the seam of her lips. Instinct had her mouth opening for long, slow sweeps of his tongue. He kissed her with an intensity of focus she had never felt. As if kissing were the ultimate act of intimacy, not a step on the way to the main event.
Soon, Kathryn found herself pressed back against the hard wood of the door, a firm, masculine thigh intruding between her legs. It was impossible not to rock down on the inviting pressure. Every movement against her clit brought a jolt of pleasure to her core, wetness pooling between her thighs. She whimpered, her arms looping around his neck automatically. His hair was silky under her fingers, and she was relishing making it mussed and wild.
She was breathing rapidly now, her breasts straining at the confines of her dress with every deep inhalation. They were both gasping when lack of oxygen forced him to break the kiss, her face turning to press into his shoulder. Every part of her was vibrating. Screaming for more. More touches, more tastes. More of him.
“I think we got a little carried away darlin’, I’m sorry for that.” His accent was deeper now, his voice husky with desire. His lips trailed over her jaw, her chin, featherlight brushes that had her arching against him. The hand on her cheek stroked in a gentle caress, and she desperately hoped he didn’t plan on stopping.
It was New Year’s Eve. She’d had a long few months. Hell, a long few years. And she was a grown woman pressed up against a ridiculous sexy man who, judging by the hard outline of his erection against her belly, wanted her as much as she wanted him.
Fuck it.
Or, really, fuck him.
“I don’t want to stop…” She took a deep breath, gathering courage from the too-rapdily fading alcohol haze and the fact that she hadn’t had sex in over half a year. “Let’s get carried away.”
Chakotay's soft growl seemed to convey an affirmative response, and his head bent over her again. Hot, open mouthed kisses on her throat. Nips of his teeth and swirls of his tongue that had her moaning in seconds.
His hands, meanwhile, were everywhere. Kathryn realized he was discovering what she was wearing, exploring all the places where silk met skin. “You feel stunning,” he murmured seductively against her neck. She shivered. One hand traced up the back of her neck, tangling in her pinned up hair. She sighed as his fingers massaged her scalp gently.
“Blonde?” he asked, voice tipping up in a question. In the dim light it was impossible to tell. She only knew his own was dark. Probably black. Like obsidian. Like those damn hellfire eyes that kept flashing at her.
Wordlessly, she shook her head before she realized he likely couldn’t distinguish the movement. “Red…” she gasped as he tugged the pins free, the soft brush of her hair sweeping over her shoulders. An appreciative hum escaped his throat, his teeth nipping at her ear. “God, you’re beautiful…”
A rough fingertip skimmed the low neckline of her dress and she shuddered. "Seductive, but classy...that's sexy as hell." He rumbled against her skin. Ducking his head lower, he nosed gently beneath the top of her dress.
Yes. She was nearly panting. Her back pressing almost painfully against the solid wood of the door as she rocked against the expanse of his thigh.
Teeth scraped across sensitive flesh as he dragged the top of her dress down, granting him access to her full breasts. She gasped when her painfully hard nipples were exposed to the cool air. All she wanted was his mouth on her, and she thrust her chest forward in a desperate search for sensation.
"It's a damn crime I can't truly see you right now darlin'." He blew lightly across her nipple, sending a hot spark of pleasure straight to her clit. "Tell me- are your gorgeous nipples a sweet, dusty pink?” The tip of his tongue flicked lightly over one, making her legs clamp around his. “I bet you have freckles here too. I can just see the shadows of them... " His fingertips danced across her shoulders and over the smooth curves of her breasts, then steadying her hips while he waited for her answer.
How did this man expect her to form coherent words?
He didn’t take her in his mouth yet, just waited while the warm puff of his breath made her writhe and whimper. It was insanely intimate to hear him talk about her body this way. To feel desired by a big, sexy man who seemed intent on taking her apart, piece by piece. She had never felt so fiercely aroused.
“Y-Yes.” she whispered, flushing fiercely, half afraid her legs might give out when he finally brought his lips to her breast.
They very nearly did.
His mouth took her nipple in a firm, wet tug that had her moaning loudly, both hands tangling hard in his hair. There was no choice but to hold him there while he sucked forcefully, then swirled his tongue in dizzying circles. He held her adamantly, keeping her straddled over his thigh as her entire body shook.
He moved to lavish her other breast with equal attention, the sensations rolling over her like a wave. Sharp jolts of delight melting with deeper tugs of pleasure. She squirmed as his arms tighten around her back, tugging harder on his dark hair. Every swipe of his tongue brought a new rush of wetness between her legs. God, he was good at this.
The fabric of her lace panties was soaked now, her inner thighs l damp with her own need. She felt her pussy begin to clench and release on the emptiness, aching to be filled. If she had been able tos speak, she probably would have begged. Pleaded. She wasn’t sure she had ever been this shamelessly turned on.
In the darkness, each sensation was a surprise in itself. Each touch was an unexpected, intimate delight. Without warning, one hand left her waist and began to skim slowly up her inner thigh. She squealed in surprise, biting her bottom lip to keep from forcing herself closer to his questing fingers.
His mouth left her breast, her nipples shiny and glistening from his attention. He kissed her deeply, velvet strokes of his tongue against hers, and whispered against her lips “Shhhhh, shhh now. I’ve got you.” And he did. Nudging her legs open with his thigh as his fingertips skimmed the damp fabric between her legs. He carefully pried the drenched fabric from her sex and searched intimately, his fingers finding her wet and throbbing.
Please, she pleaded in her mind, hips canting upwards in a silent invitation.
She would have done anything he asked. Anything. She was too far gone and all she wanted was to come, long and hard, with this incredible, strong body pressing her against the door.
Chakotay growled low and deep into her mouth. The sound was feral, possessive, and had her blood heating with a wild passion. His fingers found her swollen clit and massaged gently. Kathryn nearly screamed into his kiss, her tongue warring desperately with his. She needed it faster, harder. Her hips moved greedily against his hand as he gathered her slick, sliding across her clit with firm, slippery circles. The pleasure was so acute she could hardly breathe, and she could feel the shudders in every limb of her body. Sure, steady fingers pressed inside her dripping pussy, and she heard him groan in frank desire.
“Kathryn -” it was the first time he had said her name, and the deep rasp in his voice nearly pushed her over the edge.
His other hand left her hip, pushing her dress more further up to her waist. She felt exposed, his fingers flexing inside her with a diabolical sureness. His hand pumped slowly in and out, spreading her, filling her. Twisting and stroking, finding the spot that made her grind down on his palm. She whined, her hands moving to grip his shoulders.
Through a haze of frantic arousal, she felt his hand slow its steady plunging. He withdrew his fingers gently, shifting to drag the side of her panties down off her hip as his slick fingers left a damp trail down her thigh. She felt empty, floundering on the edge without him inside her, and she gave a frustrated groan.
Just a little more, she only needed a little more.
It slowly dawned on her what was happening as both his thumbs hooked the sides of her panties and eased it down her legs, his broad form dropping to his knees in front of her.
Fuck. Oh fuck, yes.
This definitely wasn’t something she usually did with someone she had just met. Wasn’t something she did much at all in fact. It had never been Justin’s favorite activity. But now, the tremble in Chakotay’s hands, the shallow rasp of his breath, told her he had wanted this as much as she did.
She felt dazed, her heart still hammering as he helped her step out of her panties, warm hands gliding up her thighs to spread her wide for him. “Is this alright?” he asked softly, dropping a kiss on the inside of her knee. Then a few inches higher on the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh.
Was it alright? She was five seconds from sitting on his face if he didn’t do something, anything.
She didn’t take time to think about why she was more comfortable with this man than with someone she had very nearly married, and instead breathed out a shaky “please.”
Whatever her experiences with this particular act had been before , nothing had prepared her for this.
He guided her leg easily over his shoulder, gripping her hips tight and close. She could feel his hot breath on her sex, her clit throbbing in anticpation. The first, long, thick swipe of his tongue had her banging her head back against the door. She saw stars, and she didn’t know it if it was from that or the wicked curl of his tongue against her folds. He licked her slowly, indulgently, as if being between her thighs was as much for his pleasure as hers.
Groaning in delight, he ran his tongue between the lips of her sex and lapped steadily at the moisture he found there. The tip of his tongue drew damp, tight circles around her clit. He moved lower, angling his mouth for plunging, eager strokes inside her wet pussy. He worked her over with a skill and a fervent desire that had her gasping his name in minutes, her nails digging hard into his shoulders. Shamelessly, she ground down on his face, shocked at how it only seemed to turn him on more. He pulled her tighter, closer, fucking her fast and deep with his tongue as he pressed inside her.
There was no stopping it, the climax that built low in her pelvis with the force of a runaway train. It felt too insanely good to stop, too devastatingly perfect to care. She had literally met this man an hour ago and was about to come on his tongue.
She cried out long and hard when she came, her pussy contracting and pulsing while she gushed slick down his chin. He reveled in it, licking more eagerly, securing her to his lips, as she thrashed and whined above him. Both her hands slammed back on the door, the sound echoing throughout the empty room. She grappled for purchase on the smooth surface, trying to brace herself. But nothing could stop the fall.
The voluptuous shudders went on for so long she felt disoriented by the time her body slowly stilled, her breaths coming deep and even. As the quiet settled over them, she felt his hands and mouth withdrawing, as he eased leg to the floor and placed a last kiss on her mound.
With a flash of disappointment, she wondered if he was stopping things at that. She desperately hoped he wasn’t. The thought of the hot pierce of his cock inside her was all it took to have her body humming again.
She reached out, finding him in the darkness and bringing him flush against her. The press of his erection against her belly had her smiling and reverberating appreciatively. Oh, yes. This definitely wasn’t over yet.
Somewhere along the line he had lost his jacket, and the crisp white of his shirt was a bright beacon in the darkness. She wanted to feel more of him. His skin. His strong arms. She wanted to feel him move and flex under her hands while he fucked her, hard and fast.
“Kiss me,” she whispered, rising up on tiptoe to capture his lips as her hands searched for the buttons of his shirt. She managed one, then another, before the third popped off and clattered across the floor in the darkness. He shuddered, his breath coming ragged and fast at her eagerness. Jerking the fabric open, she couldn’t help but sigh as her fingers trailed over his chest. Oh he felt maddingly good. All those smooth, masculine lines of muscle and bone. It was a damn shame she couldn’t enjoy the view.
His breath stuttered as she touched him, and she realized he was shaking with the effort of holding back. It touched her, the way he let her take her time. Not wanting to pressure her, letting her choose what happened next. Her hands stole to his belt, working deftly.
His voice was sandpaper rough as he spoke to her, “Are you sure? If you want to stop just tell me...no matter what I’ll stop…”
She pulled his head down and kissed the objections right out of his mouth. She wanted him. Wanted this. After years of mediocre sex and men who rarely seemed to give a damn about anyone’s pleasure but their own, she wanted one night of the extraordinary.
Pushing his pants and boxers down in a quick motion, she found the smooth, hard length of his erection. He was clearly built to scale all over, feeling impossibly thick and hot in her palm. Involuntarily, she squeezed her thighs together against another wave of arousal. He held still, his breath coming in ragged bursts against her lips as her fingers explored him, stroking and caressing gently, learning the shape and feel of him.
FInally, she raised both arms around his neck, pressing her hips toward him. The slide of his cock along her folds had them both gasping. They rutted together, enjoying the lubricious friction of sex on sex. The head of his cock caught her entrance for just a moment and she hitched desperately against him, ready to climb his body to gain the right angle. Growling, he lifted her with an easy motion, pressing her back against the door, as her legs wrapped around his waist. He murmured hotly into her mouth to just relax, to let him do the work, he would take care of her.
Then she felt the intimate pressure of him nudging against her pussy, entering her with a thick slide that brought her world to a grinding halt. She could tell he was trying to go slow. To gauge the nuances of her reactions. Wordlessly, she arched forward, opening her body and winding her legs more tightly around his waist, her pumps slipping off and onto the floor. As their hips met he dropped his head to her shoulder, his mouth sucking desperately at the pulse of her throat.
“I can’t-I won’t- dammit you feel so good.” His voice was thick, drunk with pleasure. His accent slurry as if he’d done about ten tequila shots. A satisfied thrill rushed through her and she stroked a soothing hand through his dark hair.
“Just fuck me.”
It was stunningly erotic, her dress bunched around her waist, his pants pooled at his ankles as he pressed her hard against the smooth grain of the wooden door. She could feel the taut, flexing muscles of his ass under her heels. Nothing had ever felt like this. This primal. This raw.
Chakotay set an upward-plunging cadence that opened her inexorably with every smooth stroke. Every time he thrust inside Kathryn felt her walls flutter, milking him, drawing him closer. Her nails scored his bare back and shoulders as she gripped him closer, needing to feel more of that big, driving body. He took her just the way she wanted, with increasingly fast snaps of his hips. Sweat slicked her back, as she tasted his own, mouthing the hollow of his throat.
Her entire body felt like it was spasming, riding the heat of his cock as he rooted deep and ground against her. The pressure against her clit tipped her over into a rich, bone-racking orgasm that had choked sobs coming from her throat. She felt him shudder, his hands gripping her tighter as his body bucked against her. He came in a hot rush between her thighs, her name on his lips in a rough whisper.
For a long time neither of them moved. He was still wedged inside her, tucking her close, the wood at her back slick with sweat and cooling rapidly. Eventually, her mind cleared enough to realize hands were moving, stroking her hair, her sides. His breath came in hot pants on her neck, sending pleasant little shudders up her spine. She knew pretty soon her brain would start functioning again, and reality would begin to seep in.
“I just had sex with a stranger at a party,” she muttered softly. She didn’t regret it, not one bit. But she was honestly a little dazed that it had happened at all.
“I know, darlin’. Let’s get cleaned up a little here and talk about that.” He began to move slowly, and she couldn't help the sound of distress as he slipped out of her. She was wet between her legs and a little sore, and just wanted to wrap herself in the warmth of his arms. Still, she leaned back against the door as he pulled her dress up and into place, helping her step into her panties and gliding them over her hips. After he fastened his own clothes, his shirt now conspicuously missing the third button, he raked a hand through his hair and spoke softly.
“You okay?”
“I am.” A smile played at the corners of her mouth as she answered.
He cleared his throat, sounding nervous for the first time tonight, “Would it be alright if I held you for a moment?”
Those words were all it took, and she stepped easily into his arms, lifting her mouth for a lazy kiss. The scent of his breath and the salty essence of sex and hot skin mingled in the air around them. She wanted to drown in the bliss of it.
The distant sound of shouts and cheers had her glancing around, realizing it must be midnight. Shit. Reluctantly, she stepped away, smoothing her hands over her dress. “People will be coming in for their coats soon,” she said quietly.
She felt a hand find hers in the darkness, fingers intertwined with her own as a thumb brushed her knuckles. “I’d like to see you again, Kathryn,” he chuckled softly, “well, really, I’d just like to see you.”
Kathryn laughed at that too, feeling a rush of joy flow through her. Why not? It was a new year, a new day. Why not take a chance on this incredible man?
As she opened her mouth to speak, the door behind her opened with a jolt, forcing them both to stumble out of the way. A light flashed on and she found herself blinking rapidly as several drunken party-goers staggered in, laughing raucously as they headed for the pile of coats she now saw heaped on the desk.
She barely saw them, however. Her eyes were on a dark haired man in a rumpled suit, honey-tan skin and kind brown eyes. A dark tattoo swept over his forehead, and she wondered what the story behind that was.
They had plenty of time to find out.
He seemed equally stunned as his eyes took her in, her hand going involuntarily to what she knew must be the mess of her hair tangled around her shoulders. There was unguarded heat in his eyes, and open tenderness. It was impossible not to feel desired, to feel beautiful, with him looking at her that way.
“Jesus, Kathryn….you’re stunning.” He looked adorably flustered, his cheeks flushed. “Can I- can I take you out for a cup of coffee?”
She felt the smile spread across her face, touching his cheek with her palm before she answered.
“Absolutely.”