Saviour (Saviour #1)(10)
“I don’t really know, but it was bad, wasn’t it?” He says with a smile
“Well if you’re not going to fall for any of my well-rehearsed, cheesy, chat up lines, which, I have got to say, has dented my confidence considerably, well then, I’ll just be straight up with you Lauren, I don’t want to wait and take it slowly, I don’t want to be just friends I don’t care what other shit you have going on in your life, I do care about getting to know you and what I really want is to take you, hard and fast and then, maybe we will take it slowly”
Oh My Days!!!!
He is deadly serious and not in the least embarrassed admitting this to me. What is this? Every time I think I’ve got him worked out he comes out with something that changes my mind. He runs his hand through his untidy hair and without saying a word, pulls me to him and gives me quite possibly, the best kiss of my entire life. His lips are full and soft and his tongue darts in and out and dances around mine. I reach up and around his neck, grabbing his hair, pushing his mouth harder down on mine. He slides one arm around to the small of my back and forces me to step between his open legs as he leans against the table. His other hand grabs my hair and pulls my head back and forces my mouth open as he slides his tongue in again, I moan into his mouth and as I do, he lets out a delicious sigh, that just touches me, right there, between my legs, he grips my hair tighter, pulling me in as close as I can go without straddling him and wrapping my legs around his waist. Why is it that this kind of hair pulling feels so right and what my husband does to me feels so, so wrong? My moment of total insanity ends abruptly as thoughts of Jason, our children, our life, force their way into my mind. What am I doing? I pull my mouth away but don't break eye contact
“I’m sorry, I can't do this” I mumble
“No” he says “it’s my fault, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that but I just couldn't help myself, f*ck Lauren, what are you doing to me?”
My lips feel bruised and tingly, I'm starting to panic, what am I doing? What if there's somebody in here that knows me? Out of nowhere he asks
“Do you smoke?” What, where did that come from?
“Random sort of question after that little moment, isn't it?” I ask, bemused. He gives a small laugh and nods in agreement
“Yeah, been a bit of a random sort of night I s’pose. I don't smoke often but, you've made me feel” he shakes his head and laughs as he speaks. “You’ve made me feel like I'm 15 again, my heads all over the place and I just fancy a smoke” He looks totally honest and sincere as he says this and possibly a little bit, embarrassed? Christ, he probably feels like he’s confessing to his mother. “Do you have any cigarettes on you?” I ask. Trying not to think too much into what he just said. I've made him feel 15 again. Well that's no biggie, he's made me feel like a physco, peado, sex fiend, he’s a child for f*cks sake Lauren!!
“Actually yeah, I do, I usually carry a pack, I like a smoke after I have a few beers, but only now and then, I’m not a regular smoker or anything” He smiles slightly sheepishly at me. God, I really have never wanted to have sex with someone so much in my life, if he asked me right now, I would go home with him, what a slut. I would lick and suck and kiss him. Everywhere, all over. No, no I wouldn’t, I’m a married woman, I would do no such thing. I so would. Shush brain, where are these thoughts coming from? Shit, I hope that was only in my head and I haven’t actually said any of it out loud.
"What was that?” he asks with a smile
“No nothing. Nothing. Let’s go poison our lungs”
I motion to the girls where we're going as I know they will flip if they think I'm leaving with him. We have an unwritten rule about this type of thing and none of us are allowed to leave with a bloke, not that we would but you never know, we all do stupid things when drunk, right? I got pregnant, whilst under the influence, so I know first-hand. Jo, being single, is the only exception to this rule and even then is only allowed once we have vetted him and she has to text us with our secret safe word within an hour after leaving to let us know she's okay, it’s Just our own little sisterhood safety trip. You just can't be too careful these days!
We stand outside and he lights my cigarette.
“Where do you live?” He asks ... “Why do you want to know? It’s really a moot point as hopefully I won’t be living there much longer”
“I was just wondering if you were local. I have a few properties locally that I rent out and one is empty, it's just off the beach road. Just thought I might be able to help you out on the home front”
“Well, yeah, that sounds fantastic....but, what sort of money would you be looking at rent wise for a place just off the beach road? I think it would be a bit more than I could afford”
A sudden thought crosses my mind... Has he only continued chatting to me because he thinks I could be a prospective tenant? He is, after all a landlord and I am looking for a place to rent. My stomach flips over as I take another puff on my cigarette. Why am I smoking this? It’s just making me feel sick. I look around for a butt box and stub it out
“Well, why don't you take a look and see if you like it, then we can talk about money. It's only just become empty and there are a few jobs that need doing in there so I've told the agents to give me a month before they relist it. If you were interested, I wouldn't need to use the agents and that would save me money, in turn, that would be reflected in the rent”