She smiled up at him as he swung his bag over his shoulder. After a year's wait she was having a rough time believing he was really there. A few photographs and telephone conversations can never prepare you for the real thing she realized, but he was more than good looks and a voice now. Now, he was undeniably a man, of the type she found incredibly attractive. She walked beside him through the concourse and out of the airport, heading to her practical little car. She looked at him again and found herself staring into his dark, brown eyes.
"I hope you don't mind, I know you've been sitting for 3 hours now, but it's so early, and such a nice day.."
"Just tell me, silly girl! Don't blubber."
She smiled hesitantly up at him, "I thought we'd drive to Banff right away." She hastened to add, "But if you want to stay here then that's fine too. I'm sure we can.."
He caught her chin in his hand and bent towards her. "Hush! Hush, Baby. I don't care what we do or where we do it. I only want to... "
"Oh! I want to... " she said with him but all she was going to say was forgotten as his mouth met hers. His kiss was everything she'd dreamed, his lips moved soft and fluid against hers. She felt a rush of joy as she let him touch her heart and free her soul from all the nervousness building since he'd called and told her he'd be with her soon. She was lost in his touch and when he drew back, she was glad to see he was as breathless as she.
The kiss had taken him by surprise. He hadn't planned it, but as he watched her speech, he had felt drawn to her, her lips were so soft and full looking. He tasted her, so sweet beneath his mouth. He reluctantly straightened.
"I want to talk to you and watch you smile. Smile again for me!" She let her lips lift at the corners and felt the heat of a blush as his hand smoothed a stray strand of hair back behind her ear.
They walked together into the bright sunshine of November in Calgary, loaded his bag in beside hers in the trunk of the car and settled in for the drive west. The tall range of mountains rose larger and larger and their conversation moved smoothly from one subject to another. It seemed as if anything could be said without prejudice or embarrassment. As the kilometers rolled away they talked, affirming their belief that they matched nearly perfectly, their humour, ideals and dreams in parallel.
Soon they were driving over the feet of the massive backbone of the continent. They passed the gates into Banff National Park. He was smiling from ear to ear. She grinned back as they drove toward the townsite of Banff. They drove down the picturesque streets. Eventually, she parked the car in front of an old hotel. She turned to look at him. "I'm positive you want to use a washroom as much as I do. Let's check in here, freshen up and then we can have lunch." She moved to get out of the car and he gripped her arm.
She knew what he wanted to say. She couldn't believe they hadn't discussed it before, but in the way of all creatures, as soon as they'd felt uncomfortable they'd backed off to a place on less shaky ground, so now, they needed to air it. Her pulse fluttered at her throat, he watched it fascinated and then tore his eyes away and looked into hers.
"Carrie," he smiled gently, "Let's be easy on each other. Two rooms I think?"
"Thank you." she responded in a rough exhalation. She hadn't realized she was holding her breath. Again, she felt the tug on her heart when she understood that he sensed the best thing for them both. Who knew? Maybe two rooms weren't going to be neccessary, but now, neither of their dignities would suffer bruising if they were.
They checked in and as he opened the door to his room, Carrie stopped him with a touch on his shoulder. "Jimmy," she hesitated as if she thought better of what she was going to say, "I'll see you in thirty minutes." She reached up on tiptoe and kissed his cheek. He groaned and turned his face against her lips. They shared a deep exploratory kiss. She held onto him as her knees buckled. "You know I want you so, Jimmy James? Don't forget that. I want us to be perfect."
"I do too, my lil Squeaker girl," he called her by the pet name she'd told him her family used, "And when it's time, we will be. I promise."
They parted and entered their rooms. Both leaned against their doors, breathless and shaken by their need. He was almost crowing with happiness. She wanted him! He grabbed his bags and as he unpacked his toilettries he grinned when he grabbed the box of condoms he'd brought. He hoped that he'd have a chance to use them.
Her heart was racing, the relief she felt as he'd smiled when she told him how much she wanted him was stunning. She grinned to herself as she turned to sort through her things. She felt a little brazen as she strategically placed the condoms on the shelf beside the bed. Her stomach growled and she realized how long ago breakfast was.
They met and decided to walk the couple of blocks to the main street. She settled in beside him as his arm draped her shoulders. She looked up at him and her eyes imprinted every curve of his lips, every twinkle in his eye and every lift of his brow. He looked down at her and caught her gaze with his own. He could lose himself in those brown eyes, he thought. He stopped and wrapped her tightly against his chest.
"Tell me again that you want me, Carrie! I loved hearing that from you, because it makes me braver about wanting you, too. I want you next to me, with me! Oh God! Girl!" His mouth covered her's with deep passion and she responded magically to him. She pulled away from him as she heard her stomach voice it's displeasure at the long wait for food. Giggling, they turned and walked with more purpose to lunch.
They found a restaurant and even though it was probably delicious, the food was forgotten as soon as it passed their lips. They seemed to never tire of talking. As her hunger for food was satisfied, Carrie had time to consider her other hunger.
She watched him and when his eyes met hers she leaned over against his side in the booth. Her hand found his thigh.
He ran his finger tip slowly over the skin on her face. He passed lightly over her eyelids, tickling the lashes and then down her temple. She sighed softly as he traced her lips. She playfully nipped at his finger and he moved it away and then cradled her jaw in his hand.
Her tongue tip darted over her dry lips. He kissed her and her hand drifted up his leg to brush over his zipper, landing at his waist. She felt him lurch as she did it and she smiled through his kiss. He caught her lip playfully in his teeth as he growled softly at her.
"Carrie, if you're intending to make me insane you're doing a great job."
She whispered, "I can't stop. You're more than I ever dreamed." Her lips moved closer to his ear, "You're so sexy!" she breathed.
She smiled as she pulled back to look into his eyes. He was blushing and smiling at her compliment. "Let's get out of here! I need to get you alone Carrie Jean. Come with me?"
She gulped and nodded, her words seemed to have been swallowed, replaced by her heart in her throat. She drew a stuttering breath, "Yes," after a pause that seemed an eternity, "I'm with you." She seemed to float as they made their way back to the hotel.
He looked down at her, "We should have had lunch in the hotel, we'd be in my room by now." He reached down and slapped her ass lightly, "C'mon, let's hurry!"
"Oh my God! Jimmy!" she giggled at his eager honesty and took off running. "Well? Are you coming,too? I can't wait forever!" He caught up to her easily and grabbed her by the waist, sweeping her along with him.
They blustered into the hotel and through the lobby. He pulled her down the hallway and into the stairwell where he stopped on the landing and pulled her against him. She stretched up and wrapped her hand around the back of his neck. "Say no now if it's not to happen, Carrie. I can't promise I'll stop once we're behind locked doors." His eyes mirrored hers, revealing all the jumbled emotions that had them both so tightly strung since the day before.
She kissed the corner of his mouth, tenderness flooding through her. Her breath caught and she blinked back a few tears, "Yes, Jimmy. You won't stop, baby. I won't be able to let you." She deepened the kiss, pouring into it, her anticipation, all of the need that had grown over the past months and the heat that the morning's contact with him had fanned to a furious blaze.
The moved up the stairs together and he looked at her as he used the key card. "Last chance?"
"No chance." was her reply and they moved into the room together and the door swung shut.
He caught the tab of her zipper in his strong fingers, tugging her jacket open. His hands slipped onto her shoulders and with a push her coat fell to the floor. Jimmy drew his fingers down over her arms and tugged her against his body she lifted her lips to his kiss and he met them.
Just their lips and his hands on her arms, the only contact they were making and yet, she was aroused beyond belief. Breaking from him, she opened his coat and removed it, letting it fall to their feet as well. Her fingers then found his shirt buttons, she unfastened each one.
Her hands stroked his smooth skin and she moaned. His shirt was pushed off his shoulders and was trapped by his cuffs. He smiled as he slipped the buttons free and then the shirt landed on the carpet, too.
While she watched him remove it, she stepped back and gripped the hem of her t-shirt. When his shirt fell free she pulled her's up over her head and with a smooth shrug of her shoulders and a shake of her head, she was out of it.Her eyes locked with his. His gaze was magnetic, holding her in strong lines of force.
She watched as he swept over her skin with his look. Helplessly, she reached out to him. He moved to her and her hands caught his shoulders and she pulled herself up. His hands cupped her buttocks as he lifted her.
Eye to eye, they kissed. Her eyes, rimmed by long, sweeping lashes sparkled happily as they explored each other's taste. He probed her lips with his tongue. Tasting the sweetness of the soft drink she'd sipped at lunch. As he deepened their kiss she moaned.
His skin felt like silk against hers and she couldn't stop exploring him. She pressed close to him. Her breasts flattening against his chest. His hands were as hot as flame on her skin as he let her slip back onto her feet. He cupped her lace clad breasts as he bent to her lips once more. Her arms wrapped around his neck, his kiss leaving her unsteady.
"No, don't!" she pleaded when he drew back from her.
"'S'okay, okay." he whispered. Taking her hand he guided her to the big bed. He sat on the edge of the mattress and she stepped between his knees. His hands stroked down her back, causing her to arch fluidly into his touch, like a cat wanting every possible instant of contact from his caress. His mouth closed over her nipple as his fingers unclipped the bra. His breath was so hot on her sensitive breasts that she could feel it through her lingerie. He pulled it slowly down her arms, his eyes locked on what was being revealed.
