"God, I can't believe you," Mike spat as they entered the house. "What the hell were you doing with him?"
"You know exactly what I was doing," Samantha glared at him. "I was on a date." One that had been going quite well, too. That is, until Mike showed up to ruin it. She almost cringed when she replayed the events of the night. How embarrassing. He'd made a scene.
"That was your first mistake." His blue eyes looked at her hard, pupils dilated in the darkness.
She crossed her arms and met him head on, "Oh was it? You're saying it's a mistake to go on with my life?"
He moved in front of her and stood there. Time seemed to stop as they studied one another, each not daring to breathe. Finally Mike spoke, "You know you can't do that. Not without me." His voice dropped an octave and she felt something inside her bubble to life. Something dangerous; something she'd tried so hard to keep buried.
Samantha ran her hand through dark hair and gulped. This was too much.
He
was too much. What Mike wanted just wasn't right. "We've already discussed that. It can't happen."
She made to turn away, but his hand on her arm stopped her. "Are you sure about that?" He drew her closer then whispered in her ear, "Because I know you touch yourself at night... and I know whose name you gasp."
Her eyes grew round at his words. That was a lie, it had to be. There was no way he could know that. Samantha gazed at him with a new kind of fear. He didn't look anything like the boy she'd grown up with. Black hair hung menacingly in his face and the mouth that once smiled so easily was set in a firm line. He was intimidating, but even so, one of the handsomest men she'd ever seen. And that was the problem. She wasn't supposed to be aware of that. She shouldn't notice his broad chest, or his muscles, or be intoxicated with his smell. But then, things had never been right between them.
Samantha wanted to hide from him, but knew he would never allow it. He'd been patient with her all this time, hoping she'd change her mind. But now, he was done waiting - that much was clear. Her eyes found his once again, and begged him to leave well enough alone. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Don't lie to me, Samantha." He gripped her shoulders, "Just admit it. Admit you want me just as much as I want you."
"You know it isn't right... it's sick!" Her voice was harsh, like crushed glass. She saw him wince at her words and immediately felt bad for causing him pain, but what she'd said was true. There was no denying it.
"How can you say that?" Mike held her tightly now, ignoring her attempts to get free. "Do you feel this?" He pressed into her and ground his hips, barely suppressing a groan. "This is how much I need you. It's not sick if I need you."
She wanted to groan with him, to somehow give voice to the inkling of pleasure he was making her feel, but she refrained. Rationalizing didn't suddenly make things okay. "You need to let me go. Now." The heat from his body was seeping into her, slowly interfering with her judgment; Samantha wasn't sure how much longer she'd last. She tried to pull away once more, but he continued to hold her fast. "C'mon Mike..."
"No." If possible, his arms tightened even more. "I can't. You'll just leave me again." She looked at him then, really looked at him. His eyes were wild and filled to the brim with heat - and want. It was unnerving. "I'm so tired Samantha. I've wanted you for so long, and I'm tired of you denying me. Not anymore."
His eyes burned into hers and it was like looking in a mirror. Samantha blinked. He was right; she would leave him - and this time for good. She would walk out that door and probably never speak to him again. Partly because she was scared of her own need for him and partly because she had a hard time accepting the kinds of things they wanted to do to one another.
"I know what you're thinking, and believe me, I've thought it too," he leaned forward and lightly kissed her lips. The contact shot right through her. "But you can't fight what's supposed to happen, and this," he kissed her again, this time licking her bottom lip, "is supposed to happen."
Samantha made a noise despite herself, and Mike closed his lips over hers again. His tongue slipped inside and they tasted one another. She could feel everything he was trying to convey to her then. His want and desperate need pricked the flimsy shell she'd encased herself in. And like wildfire, an answering call sprang forth. Her nipples hardened, almost painfully, and a rush of moistness dampened her. No longer kept at bay, her hands reached up and lost themselves in his hair as she brought herself closer and deepened their kiss.
She was giving in. Their dance had gone on for far too long and it was time to end it. After tonight, whatever was between them would haunt her no longer. Mike had said he was tired, but in truth, so was she. Her dating life was in shambles because of him. No one ever measured up; they either weren't tall enough or handsome enough or smart enough or any number of things. Who could live like that?
They broke their kiss and stood holding one another. For a few moments their breathing drowned out any other sound.
There was no going back.
Mike silently removed her arms from around him and simply held one of her hands. "Let's go."
He led her down the hall to the bedroom and closed the door. His hands immediately went to her shirt and he hoisted it over her head. It landed somewhere off to the side. Samantha swallowed heavily then sighed when she felt him trailing fingers up her ribcage until gently cupping her breasts. He squeezed them softly through her bra and circled their tips with his thumbs.
"You're perfect, you know that?" Mike bent down to drop a kiss while he reached around to unhook and free her completely.
Samantha nipped him back, then tugged on his shirt until he removed it and tossed it the same direction as hers. "So are you."
They paused to let their eyes devour one another. Samantha held her shoulders back, welcoming Mike's gaze as it swept over and heated her. Tentatively, as if he were afraid she'd disappear, he reached forward to gingerly hold each bared breast. Again his fingers brushed back and forth across her nipples and she closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. He let his hands fall to her waist and moved closer so his chest brushed against hers. His body was pure fire and the flames had her gasping at the contact. He unbuttoned her pants then slid them, along with her panties, to the floor. She stepped out of them.
Mike's hands planted themselves on her ass and lifted her slightly to press her sex to the rough crotch of his jeans. Samantha stifled a cry as she wrapped her arms around his neck. The friction was a sharp pleasure that touched her very core. He moved her against him, over and over, teasing her with the illicitness of their actions. Her body was desperate for more. She needed release.
"Mike..." Samantha said his name on a whisper, but hardly recognized the throaty voice. Was that her? Did she really sound so fraught with yearning?
"I know," he answered as he let her go to spread her across the bed. "Soon."
Samantha lied back and watched him remove the rest of his clothes. His body was magnificent, hard and toned -- a fact she'd become painfully aware of when they'd first reached their teens. Her eyes darted further south and a shock of anticipation cut threw her when she saw what had been pressing against her. More wetness pooled between her legs and she shifted restlessly. Mike crawled toward her from the edge of the bed, his face set in lustful determination. He positioned his body next to hers and swept her hair out of her face and over her shoulder. Leaning down, he licked and kissed her neck while drawing deeply on her scent. Samantha arched forward and let her head fall to the side to give him more of her soft flesh. Her arm slipped under his and her fingers dug into his skin as she melded her body to his.
