Cold Feet
Chapter 7
VIOLA
He offers his arm and I link my arm through his. We wander away from the party into the gardens. There is still some time before the reception begins. I’m sure whatever he wishes to discuss will be over by then.
“It’s a lovely evening,” he says sounding as if he is observing something working exactly the way it should.
“I think it’s perfect,” I reply.
“Nearly perfect.” His remark tells me that he thinks something is missing.
“And what would make it perfect if I may ask?” I say looking up at him as we walk towards the beach.
“Getting to know you better,” he replies confidently.
I blush, thankful that it is night and there is little light for him to see how red my face is. My skin is a golden brown but despite its color, I’m sure he could see me blushing if there was enough light. Despite the cool breeze, I feel warmer than expected and I know it’s Rick’s remark and his closeness that is having this effect on me. What is wrong with you? No man has ever had this effect on me this quickly. I know I’m feeling like a little girl who has just been spoken to by her first high school crush. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that I haven’t had someone in my life for a long time.
“Do you gatecrash weddings looking for women that you can charm and flirt with? Is that your strategy to find a girlfriend?” I tease.
He chuckles. “Not at all. I just happened to be invited to this wedding as a friend of a friend.”
“I had no idea that people were in the habit of inviting friends of friends to wedding receptions these days.”
Rick laughs. “Well, I’m glad I was invited otherwise I would never have met you.”
“Oh really?” I smile. “Tell me, does the hard sell really work with women for you?” I’m guessing it does. He’s so damn gorgeous. And while he’s straightforward and confident, he doesn’t come across as being arrogant.
“Is that what you call it?”
“Mm-hmm,” I reply.
might add, you’re doing an absolutely stellar job of it but I’m guessing that you walking with me right
me well,”
turns to look at me taking my hand in his with ease. If anyone saw us, they would easily think we were a couple. I am
mind. As he holds my hand, I make no move to withdraw it from his. His hands are soft, and his touch gentle. His touch is setting my skin on fire and I don’t think a fire extinguisher can put out the fire between my thighs. His eyes, his voice, his smile are all so perfect and
get to know you better. I just felt … something. When our eyes met, I was drawn to you
then. You might
he smiles. “I’m grateful you’re giving me this time and I don’t know how
“Say what?”
As he asks, he releases my hand and he places
nothing but simply look into his eyes. He leans into me bringing his face to my level. Our noses
briefly battle for entry before we acknowledge we both want the same thing and they start to dance with our passion. Our breathing quickens as he pulls me close. He wraps his arms around me and I feel so safe and warm as if I am in
pressing against me. I drop my hands to his waist
hands settle on my ass.
I am beginning to feel guilty at being gone so long. He looks around
he quickly hushes me with his lips
is lined by trees and he carries me through a gap in the trees on the left. A bigger tree stands behind the trees lining the path and he sets me down behind it out
My inner voice is talking non-stop, taken aback by my sudden recklessness. I don’t normally do this. No, wait. I never do this, have never done this.
hands find the hem of my skirt. I feel his hands as they settle between my thighs. He ends our kiss and
he whispers. “You’re
a lie,”
it takes. He lifts my skirt over my ass and I feel the tree’s bark press against my ass briefly. His fingers find the elastic of my panties and
now. I have never been this hot for anyone in my life.
a handsome, confident, sexy stranger who could have anyone he wants but he wants me. This is so passionate. We hardly know each other but we want each
of them as I rest my hands on his back. He straightens and holds up my white lace thong. It’s my favorite. It must be