Geneva knew he was trouble the second her gaze fell on him. Their eyes met and locked, and the sheer intensity of the gaze he held her in sent shivers up and down her spine. She broke eye contact first by looking down and pretending to nurse her drink, thankful that she was sitting at a booth and not at the bar, where she would surely feel naked, exposed to his probing brown eyes.
A momentary conflict of desires made her unsure about whether she wanted him to join her or not. That short time when their eyes locked... she felt an exchange of pure energy between them, something akin to a thunderbolt that struck her, effectively knocking her out of her cozy, comfortable cocoon she'd woven around herself for so long.
Ever since her husband David died of cancer two years ago, she shut herself off, preferring to bury herself in her work rather than make time for a social life. She kept telling herself she was too busy for one, and turned down several interested men just so she could cloister herself in her own safe little world, where she closely guarded her heart. David's death left a huge gap in her, and left her grieving for a long time after that.
Carter let his steady gaze linger on appreciatively at the lovely auburn-haired woman sitting by herself at her booth. He saw her glance at him, and felt that instant connection when their eyes met and locked. The way she broke eye contact abruptly in spite of that connection intrigued him rather than discouraged him, and he decided he needed to get to know her better.
Stopping by the bar, Carter ordered a drink for himself and one for her, then walked over to her booth, where he casually set the drinks down on the table. "Well it seems I have two drinks with me and since one of them is exactly what you're having right now, would you mind if I join you for a bit while you have this?"
Looking up, she was met with the same pair of mesmerizing brown eyes that electrified her a short while ago, and saw the huge, confident, warm smile on his elegantly shaped, beautiful lips. Lips she'd love to come into contact with her own, and get lost in them in a long, sensual kiss...
What the hell am I thinking... what?
She thought, coming to her senses. "No, thanks, and I don't mean to sound rude, but I'd really rather be alone right now," she said, glancing up at him momentarily before staring down at her drink again.
Geneva felt her heart beating fast, unnerved at this man's ability to excite her just by the mere closeness of him. She breathed in his scent and felt herself going weak in the knees and moist between her legs.
Calvin Klein's Obsession
, she mused.
David's favorite
. It instantly brought up memories of her dead husband, and how his hard body used to feel against hers. She hadn't met many men who used that fragrance, so she tended to associate it with him, and now, this mysterious, handsome stranger with the magnetic eyes and enigmatic smile.
Oh god leave me alone... please
, she silently begged him, yet not really sure she wanted him to.
Carter wasn't about to take no for an answer... yet. He sensed a certain sadness in her eyes, in the way she moved, and in her tone of voice when she spoke to him. He slid into her booth opposite from her, at the same time saying to her gently, "If you don't mind an observation, it seems as if you could really need help with that huge weight..."
"Excuse me?" she asked, not really sure she heard him right.
"The one you're carrying on your shoulders, hon, and apparently, in your heart," he said calmly, nodding as if to say he caught her vibe and understood it, even if she did deny it verbally.
"I don't see how it's any business..."
"It's not," he quietly cut in. "Merely wanted you to know that if you'd like to share that load for awhile, I'd be more than happy to listen. I can see it's wearing you down, and a lovely lady like yourself shouldn't have to do that alone. My name's Carter."
What a lovely voice he has
, she thought.
Warm, rich, deep, reassuring, and full of sincerity. Like David
. Listening to him talk as it washed over her senses had an unexpectedly calming effect on her. "I'm Geneva," she finally said, "And I apologize for being rude."
"No apologies needed, Geneva," Carter smiled, feeling her thaw slowly but surely. "Your name suits you by the way. It's sensual, mysterious and exotic, very much like my first impression of you."
And a smooth, silver tongue to go with his lovely voice
, she thought in amusement. Unlike David. Smiling for the first time since he invited himself to sit down at her booth, she replied, "Thank you, Carter." She leaned back and found herself staring at him.
Why not?
She thought to herself.
# # #
Carter grappled with his keys and the door to his apartment, while involved in an amorous lip-lock with Geneva. After several failed attempts to insert his key into the lock, he very unwillingly broke their kiss and grinned mischievously, "Sorry but I have to find the right hole, or we'll never get in."
Geneva laughed at his double-entendre. "And we wouldn't want that to happen, now would we?" She was surprised at the intensity of her passions, and the way she was responding to him. It was almost as if the dam within her broke, releasing two years of self-imposed celibacy and pent-up sexual energy. She gave him enough time to fit his key into the lock and turn it, before nibbling on his earlobes.
Groaning, Carter grabbed her by her wrists and slammed the front door with his foot. He hurriedly strove to remove his clothes, grinning when he noticed she was already ahead of him and was kicking her high heels off to the side.
Oh god... what a body
, he thought, feeling his cock standing firmly at attention as he observed her gorgeous breasts, her smooth, firm skin, her nicely rounded fanny, her shapely legs and of course... the very core of her femininity.
The next thing he knew, she pounced on him like a hungry tigress, causing him to almost lose his balance. He caught it at the last moment and steadied them both, while their lips met again for another passion-filled kiss. He didn't mind her aggressiveness at all, as a matter of fact he loved it, but he had something in mind for her. So he fought to regain control, noting with amusement that he was going to have to try harder if he wanted to gain the upper hand because she wasn't going to relinquish control that easily.
Carter finally decided to pick her up, throw her over his shoulder, and carry her to his bedroom, laughing merrily when he heard her mews of protest. He spanked her lovely ass, admonishing her, "Quiet, baby, or I will have to punish you for being a bad, bad, wicked girl!"