Posted on 04/15/15
“Indulge My Fantasy”
“Did you need some liquid courage?” he said. “Relax. I don’t bite.” A moment of silence fell between us while my fantasies all popped like water balloons. “Ask me anything. Whatever you’ve ever wanted to know about me. Anything. I promise I’ll answer honestly.”
I shook my head. “There’s nothing–_”
He shifted, sitting a little closer. He took my hand, pressing my palm to his before covering it with his other hand. Heat spread up my arm like fire through dry leaves. I credited the wine and fought the urge to pull back. “C’mon. I’m a celebrity. I hate the word but there it is. Everybody wants something from me. Tell me what you want.”
This time I did try to tug out of his grip. “I don’t want anything from you. I rescued you, remember?”
Nothing between us but the crackle of the fire and the whisper of snowflakes dancing on the roof overhead. “You’re right, you did. So you want my gratitude?”
My attempt at retreat was weak at best. “I told you, I don’t—”
He moved closer, his voice soft and low, snaking underneath me, around me, into me. “I told you, Grace. Everyone wants something. You want me to say thank you.” My mouth opened but nothing came out. His eyes drifted to my lips. Every nerve ending in my body jumped to life, but it was too late. He was too close. The smell of cookies was replaced with the aroma of cabernet, my new favorite wine. “Thank you.” Before I could protest again, his lips brushed against mine, soft yet firm, strong yet tender.
My eyes drifted shut, my entire body falling headlong into the feel of him.