Absolutely Unforgivable(34)

The bed was an oversized, overstuffed bed that had to be custom-made, and that was as wide as two king-sized beds put together. I eyed it wanting more than anything to just throw down the basket of clothes and jump on it like a child.

Kita took the large basket of clothes into a massive closet in one corner of the room. It was a bigger than mine and unlike mine his was well organized; all of his shirts hung straight and perfect, and even color coordinated.

I sat the smaller basket down near to her and stepped back, taking in more of the room. At the far end of the room I noticed he had his own sitting room with custom-built bookshelves that lined one wall. There was a comfortable looking chair, near a small table with several books on it. There were also some lyric journals on the table. This must be where he wrote his songs.

My eyes made their way back to that big bed. I don’t know what came over me but I just had to lie on it. I guess I had to see if it was as comfortable as it looks. I jumped in the bed and lay on my back with my feet in the air and I continued to chat with Kita who was still in Billy’s closet putting away his clothes.

His bedroom was really nice. It wasn’t anything like I had pictured it would be. It was so comfortable and cozy. The bed hadn’t been made up yet so the soft Egyptian cotton sheets were exposed. They smelled fresh as if they had come straight from the laundry. This bed was like a little piece of heaven, it was so warm and inviting.

I closed my eyes, stretching my legs up over my head, still speaking to Kita about what an amazing job she does keeping up with such a big house when I heard it. Billy was standing in the door, clearing his throat. In a moment of panic I jumped up but not off of the bed. He was standing there in a grey tank top, hot and sweaty. His hair was wonderfully messy. He pushed the bottom of his shirt up high enough to wipe the sweat from his eyes and dry his brow before taking a careful look around his room.

He looked back at me, now standing on his bed, with the corner of his lip curling up in a soft smile and tilted his head up to nod a greeting to me, “Hey.” I didn’t know what to say back so I just gave him a “hey” in return. I bit the bottom of my lip to suppress a giggle.

He walked over to his bed and put his arms up for me and lifted me off of the bed. Holding me tightly against his body I slowly slid down, while looking into his eyes. His raw, manly scent invaded my senses as I felt his muscles flex around me. As he pulled me near him with his strong arms, I could hear the beat of his heart. His virility was almost more than I could take. There was something truly irresistible about this man. Something strong; and at the same time beneath the surface you could sense a vulnerability. I think maybe that is what I find so fascinating about him. I want to access those raw emotions that surge underneath.

Once my feet hit the floor, he relaxed and took a deep breath, which accentuated the muscled indentations of his well-defined abs. My entire body tingled and my head spun. I couldn’t take his eyes off of his face. I became mesmerized by the shape of lips, the sexy way they curved. He was scrumptious. I watched as his eyes went to my lips and then he looked back at my eyes and then back to my lips. There was a heat to his gaze that set my entire body ablaze with desire.

The air around us was sexually charged and it practically sizzled with longing. I never felt anything like this in my life. Billy oozed sexuality from every fiber of his being. I was drawn to him in a way I’ve never been drawn to any man before.

But then just when I didn’t think I could stand it anymore, he took a step back and ran his fingers through his hair. His thick eyebrows hung low over his eyes giving him that naturally brooding look. So sexual, so sensual. His eyes narrowed as they studied mine. His beautiful pouty smile gone from his face I started to say, “I um ...”

I struggled, trying to find the right thing to say. Trying to find a way to explain why I had so rudely invaded his personal and private space. Just then Kita walked out of the closet, empty clothes baskets in hand. She looked over to Billy and spoke. “Thank you Miss Stacy. I appreciate your help, Miss Stacy. You are a sweet girl, Miss Stacy.”

I looked back at Billy as I followed Kita out of the room, then put my head down and left him alone, in his room, a place I know I should have never gone without an invitation.

I was horribly embarrassed by it all. I blushed and felt foolishly tongue-tied. I just wanted to get the whole ordeal out of my mind, so I decided to go change into a bikini and lie out by the pool. Maybe getting a nice tan will block it all out.

I fell asleep in the warmth of the sun and began to dream about Billy. In my dream all I was able to think about his how warm his skin felt against mine when he held me in his arms. I leaned in to kiss him. His mouth was soft, his kiss fervent. I put my hand under his shirt, feeling his muscles tense as I touched him.