Off the Record (Off #3)(25)

I’m practically struck stupid when she says, “I want to kiss you, Linc.”

Holy f*ck a duck! I practically groan over her words. I’ve been fantasizing about kissing her all afternoon and evening, but in a million years I never thought she would want to kiss me back.

Then a thought strikes me. What if she’s setting me up? What if she says she wants to kiss me, to induce me to make a move on her? So that she can write that Linc Caldwell is the man-whore she claims me to be.

No way am I making a f*cking move right now. I wait with my breath held to see what she’ll do. She stares at me for a few moments, those cornflower eyes unblinking. I still see desire there and a small kernel of hope flares inside of me that she truly does want me.

Then she raises up on her knees and my gut tightens. She lays her hands on my chest and leans toward me. Her eyes leave mine and travel down to my lips, and it takes all of my willpower not to crush her to me. As her lips near mine, I close my eyes in anticipation of what she’ll do.

At first, all I get is a whisper soft touch, and I’m not sure if it’s her breath or her lips that make contact with mine. She brings one hand to my face, and just rests it gently there. Her thumb smoothes along my cheekbone.

She places her mouth over my bottom lip and lightly kisses it. She moves to the corner of my mouth, and kisses there as well. All so light and soft, I can barely feel them. She lets out a soft sigh of pleasure and my dick throbs in response. She’s hardly kissed me but my body is reacting viciously to her.

I wait for another kiss but it doesn’t come. Instead, I feel her swing a leg over my lap and she’s straddling me. My eyes fly open to stare into her impossibly big and impossibly blue ones. She brings her other hand to my face and is cradling it gently, but the look in her eyes is anything but soft. The level of desire I saw before pales in comparison to what I see now. She looks like she wants to eat me up, and the monster in my pants hardens even more.

“I’m going to really kiss you now,” she says and I cannot stop the groan that comes out of my throat. My hands clench and unclench at my side. I make no move to touch her because I still want to see what she will do, but it’s killing me not to grab and kiss her hard.

She finally lowers her lips to mine and presses in. She uses the force of her lips to push mine open and that sweet tongue slides in. Mine is there to meet hers, touching lightly, tentatively. She makes a soft exploration of my mouth. Her lips feel like satin against mine.

When she takes her arms and wraps them around my head, pushing our lips harder against each other and her tongue in deeper, I can’t hold back anymore. I need to touch her. I allow my hands to come up and grab onto her hips. Nothing more at this time, as I’m still afraid as to where this may go and what it will mean for our relationship going forward.

Instead, I allow myself the pleasure of getting lost in this kiss. And it’s a kiss like none I’ve ever had. I don’t allow myself to think forward to what may be, but concentrate on what is now. I let myself experience the sensations surrounding me. Her sweet smell, the softness of her lips, the way her teeth just nipped at my lower lip, the surge of lust that is zinging through my body.

And then she lowers herself onto my crotch and rubs herself against me. My hips involuntarily tilt up to meet her softness and both of us softly moan at the touch. I am seconds away from ripping her clothes off and I cannot let that happen. I am not going to prove her right. I am going to show her that I am so much more than a guy who is only interested in screwing women.

So very reluctantly, my hands move from her hips to her shoulders and I push her gently back. I keep pushing until she scoots all the way off my lap. Leaning toward her, I take her face in my hands and place a kiss on her forehead.

“I think it’s time I head to bed,” I say as I stand from the couch.

She’s confused, I can see it on her face. But hell...so am I. I don’t know what to do with this situation and I need some time to figure it out.

I don’t look back at her as I walk away.





I’m beyond confused. I’m stupefied and frustrated. I’m angry at myself, and angry at Linc.

It’s been four days since that kiss.

That amazing kiss!

I’ve tried to analyze my actions. I’ve tried to reconcile my feelings. I’m not coming up with one damned thing that makes any sense to me.

I’m going to blame Halle Berry. The sex scene in Monster’s Ball was so animalistic and heated, that I immediately started picturing me and Linc in that scene. And the minute I did that, I went red with embarrassment...because the object of my fantasy was sitting just two feet from me.

By the time he invited me to cuddle with him, I was a raging mess of hormones. All I could think about was kissing him, about having his lips against mine, and his hands all over me. I still cannot reconcile who this woman is. I am by no means a prude, but I am also not someone that would come on to a man so intently. I’m usually not bold enough or confident enough in myself as a woman.

Add in the fact that my sexual ego was practically smashed by Marc, and you should have a woman that is content to stay inside of her shell.

But apparently, Linc Caldwell does something to call to my inner sex goddess.

I had no control over my words. Once my lips touched his, I had no control over my actions. All I know is that suddenly, I’m looking at Linc Caldwell in a different light and I want him...badly.