Music: Nothing like loving you- Amerie
Chapter 12
When we pulled back from our passionate kiss, to catch our breath he looked deep into my eyes. His look was full of desire, it was like the fire burning in the fire place; yearning for more.
"Ever since the day I saw you, I wanted to kiss you", he whispered. "You're lips are so soft."
His gaze was still focused on me which made me shy. I looked down and mumbled a 'thank you'.
I wondered why this kiss felt so special, why it was so different from the other times I kissed someone.
"Come here", he interrupted my thoughts and spread his legs so I could sit in front of him.
I turned my body towards him and pressed my back against his chest. He folded his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. Without even realizing it our fingers entwined and silently we watched the fireplace.
Both sunk away in our own thoughts.
Actually I expected for him to make another move to get to second or maybe even third base, but he didn't. He didn't try anything with me. He didn't even make an attempt for another kiss.
Which got me thinking; is that a good, or a bad thing? Maybe he didn't really like my kissing. Or maybe I had bad breath...
His chest rose up and down, his head was leaning on my head and our fingers were still entwined. I wish we could stay like this forever. I felt comfortable and safe in his arms.
Wait.
Did that really just crossed my mind?!
I couldn't help but feeling this way. It might be a lie and maybe all of this is to eventually get in my panties, but for now I didn't care. For now I wanted to enjoy this as much as I could.
I turned around to face him, his beautiful blue eyes stared me down, his lips slowly curled up into a smile.
"Do you..â"
My lips shut him up. I pressed them onto his and my tongue begged to enter his mouth. Willingly he parted his lips, our tongues touched and a tingly feeling shot through my body.
The longer I kissed him, the more I wanted him.
I pulled back before I would do things I would regret.
"I'm sorry I interrupted you", I said catching my breath.
"It's okay, if you interrupt me like that I won't hold it against you", he said with a wink.
"You know.. I'm actually a little tired...", I hesitatingly said.
"Let's go to bed then", he said getting up.
He put his hand out to help me get up. He's such a gentleman.
He didn't let go of my hand while we walked to the main hallway and up the stairs. We took a turn to the right and stopped by the second door we passed.
"Go ahead, open the door", he said letting go my hand and pointing his hand to the oak wooden door.
"The light switch is on your right, next to the door", he told me as I opened the it.
I clicked on the light and a big chandelier lit up. The room was beautiful and big enough to fit my bedroom in twice. There was a beautiful box spring bed, it was crème colored with a lot of pillows and a bedspread on it in beige colors.
It looked very comfy and big enough to both fit in.
I saw my suitcases on my left, in front of an oak wooden closet. Next to it there was a mirror with a dressing table and a chair in front of it. I looked to find his luggage, but I didn't see it.
"Where is your luggage?", I questioned him.
"It's in the other room, next to this one", he answered with a friendly smile.
"I figured you wanted some privacy."
He was making himself look better with every minute I spend with him. I expected him to be wanting to sleep into the same bed, but again he was a real gentleman.
"I'll leave you alone so you can go to sleep. The bathroom is down the hall, on your left", he said pointing towards the door.
"Thank you", I said as I walked with him. We stopped at the door opening.
"Good night beauty", he whispered and kissed my cheek.
"Good night Max", I said, then he slipped into his room.
I closed my door and let myself fall onto the big bed. All I could do was smile. Butterflies were taking over my stomach and his face, his lips and his sensual voice were the only images in my head.
"Morning sleepy head", his voice startled me.
I lifted my disordered head up and wiped away some hair that was in front of my face.
A smile appeared on his face when I showed him my horrible morning face.
"Morning", my raspy voice spoke.
"Did you sleep well?", he asked as he leaned against my door frame.
His sweatpants were loosely hanging around his hips, his torso naked. I took it that he just hit the shower, his hair was still a bit wet and drips of water dropped on his body. He ran his hand through it to order it, but he only messed it up more. I thought it looked rather sexy.
I rubbed my eyes and sat up to get a better look at him. He walked over to me, his body moving smooth.
I heaved a big sigh and bit my lip trying to control my morning needs. Damn, he looked hot!
He parked his bum on the side of my bed. Water was still dripping from his hair onto his body. The drops ran down it like it was a waterslide.
"I slept great", I grinned trying to concentrate on his face, rather than his body.
But I slipped and he saw it.
"Oh yeah, I just hit the shower. I'm sorry I'm not fully dressed yet, but I wanted to wake you up so you can get ready for breakfast", he said a looking at his uncovered body.
I giggled like a high school girl, talking to her crush for the first time.
"It's okay, I don't mind", I say with a wink.
He laughed and petted my leg. Thank God there were covers between his hand and my leg..
He stood up and turned around to walk away.
His beautifully shaped back, which wasn't even that masculine, faced me. I wanted to ran my fingers across it. My eyes even caught a little moment on to his butt. I had to suppress laughing at my own thoughts.
He stopped in the door opening. "Breakfast will be ready in 30 minutes, is that okay with you?", he asked before he left the room.
"Have you seen the way I look? Of course 30 minutes is not okay", I joked.
He laughed and closed my door.
As I made my way to the bathroom I thought about last night. It almost seemed too good to be true. This probably was the first time in my life I was with a man all night and he didn't try to have sex with me. He didn't want to sleep in the same bed, he let me have my privacy. There had to be something that caused him to act like a gentleman. I mean if I should believe the rumors that are going on about him, he's a real player.
I turned the shower on and let my mind spin some more, while I stepped into it. Maybe I should ask Clair how he was like when she was with him. If he made the same moves on her, like he did to me last night it could clarify everything.
I didn't know what to do with my hair, I didn't want to tie it in a boring knot again, so I decided to comb it to the left and braid it.
I quickly applied some make up to my face and then rushed down for breakfast. It already smelled delicious.
"There you are! Just in time!", he cheerfully spoke with a pan in his hand.
He let the eggs slip onto the plate and put the pan back on the stove.
"It smells so good in here", I exclaimed.
"Please, take a seat honey", he pulled back a chair and gestured for me to sit down. I followed his orders, placing my butt on the chair.
There was fresh orange juice, some melons, strawberries, coffee and tea.
When he just sat down we heard a *ding*.
"Aaah that must be the croissants", he said getting up. He opened up the oven and a delicious smell entered my nose, making my stomach growl.
"Let's eat!", he said and placed down the bowl with croissants.
Everything was delicious, I ate more than I could handle, but it was worth it.
After our dinner I helped him clean up the table.
"So, what do we have planned next, Mr. Smooth", I playfully laughed at him.
He frowned his eyebrows.
"Mr. Smooth huh?", he said walking up to me.
"I'll show you how smooth I am!" A mischievous smile appeared on his face.
"Wait.. Max.. What are you doing?", my voice sounds a bit scared and I back away from him.
With one swift move he picks me up and throws my over his shoulder, causing me to let out a scream. I punch his back and wiggle my feet but he won't let go.
"Max! Max! Put me down this instant!", I growl.
All I hear is his voice laughing and he keeps carrying me.
"Max!"
Eventually I give up and he puts me on the couch in the living room. Before I can get away he climbs on top of me, grabbing my wrists with one hand, placing my arms above my head.
Out of nowhere he starts to tickle my body. I can't help but laugh really loud. Squirming my body underneath his.
Max...hahah..Stop!! Please hahhaha", I hardly manage to get out the words.
"Not until you say the magic word", his voice sings and he continues to tickle me.
"P..P...hahah Pl...haha please!"
"Hmmmm. Nope!"
I must say, I hate being tickled, but his hands feel good touching my body.
He stays appropriate, not touching any of my delicate female parts.
I keep laughing, trying to say something.
"Come on! Show Mr. Smooth here that you know the magic word", he laughs.
"Have mercy! Pleaseeeee", I beg.
"Now, was that so hard", he says letting go my hands.
He gets off me and let's his body rest next to mine. One hand is wrapped around my waist, the other supports his head, hovering over mine.
Silence takes over as we stare each other down.
"You know, you have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen", he states.
To answer him, I roll my eyes, heaving a sigh.
"Very smooth, Max."
"I mean it", his voice sounds dead serious.
I flicker my eye lashes to him and see his lips coming close to my face.
My eyes close and all I want now is to feel his lips locked on mine.
As soon as his lips touch, I can feel my belly tingling. We head into a long make out session. Again he keeps being a gentleman, not touching me inappropriately. He does stroke my face and arm, but that's fine by me.
When we pull back from our kiss I let my head rest on his chest. I can hear his heart beating fast. I curl up to him and smile.
His fingers entwine with mine and his arm is wrapped around me.
"Can we stay like this forever?", I let the words slip my mouth. As soon as I said it, I regret it. I mentally slap my forehead.
When he doesn't answer, I regret it even more. Why do I always have to say such stupid stuff.
"I wish we could honey", his deep voice speaks soft.
My heart starts pounding rapidly as he talks. I can't believe he said that.
"But, I have something I want to show you", he says slowly lifting up his body.
We both get up and I wait for him to explain himself.
"Go put some boots or something on and grab your coat", he says getting off the couch.
I look at him quizzically, but does as he says. Upstairs I search for my boots, the ones that walk comfortably and put them on. I grab my coat and rush downstairs, anxious for what he has planned.
He wore these black boots, which looked awesome on him. Don't get me wrong, I love to see him dressed up all neat, but I liked to see him dressed more informal. He had a grey scarf wrapped around his neck and black jacket to complete the outfit.
"You're ready?", he asked tilting his head a bit.
"Sure!"
I stuffed my hands in my pockets to keep them warm, it was kind of chilly outside. There was a soft breeze blowing around us, making some leaves twirl up and be put down a few feet further.
Silently we walked away from his property, into the woods.
To break the awkward silence that was hanging between us I nervously joked around a bit.
"So... you didn't bring me into these beautiful woods to, I don't know say, kill me and burry me for none to ever find me again."
His head turned towards me and his eyebrows were frowned. He had an awkward look on his face.
As soon as I saw that, I felt so stupid for saying that and I mentally cursed myself.
Then he laughed. "If I would do that, would I be telling you?"
Now it was my time to face him with a questionable look, raising my eyebrows at him.
The silence came back and took its place between us again, leaving us be in our own thoughts. The surroundings were beautiful, the trees were starting to get beautiful colors on their leaves and to our left there was this little creek, streaming down. It made me calm and I started to relax. I loved the sound the twigs made when my feet stepped on to them.
"Were almost there", he broke the silence.
Out of nowhere we reached this big lake, the water was sparkling, caused by the beams of sunlight that now and then peaked from the clouds.
The lake was surrounded by all sorts of big trees and across there was a mountain facing us.
"Oh my God, Max this is beautiful!", I exclaimed.
I walked up to the edge of the lake, on to the gravel. The water was clear and I could see some small fish quickly get away as my shadow was cast on them.
I turned around to see if Max was following me, but he was still standing at the edge of the woods; watching me with a grin plastered on his face with his arms crossed.
I waved my hands for him to come over. Slowly he strolled down my way
"I'm guessing that you like it?", he smiled. His eyes twinkled.
"Yes! Yes I do!", my voice sounding excited.
"We could sit over there for a while", he pointed out to a wooden bench to our right.
"Fine", I nod my head.
"Too bad you don't come here often. It's so beautiful and peaceful", I stated.
My eyes wandered around the area, taking in the beauty of nature.
"I used too."
His brief answer didn't made me want to question him about anymore.
I closed my eyes and let the small sunbeams warm up my face. I took a deep breath and inhaled the clean air into my lungs, letting it out again with a big sigh.
When I opened my eyes I saw Max staring at me in the corner of my eyes.
"Miraâ"
"Maxâ"
We said in unison.
"Ladies first", his hand gestured.
"Max... I..", I started but I got scared and started stopped.
His hand carefully grabbed mine and pinched it softly.
"You can say anything to me, Mira."
My eyes faced the ground, which was the only thing I dared to look at now. I was not ready to say what I wanted to say and look him in the eye.
I nervously let my feet dangle, barely touching the ground.
"Max, I... thank you", I finally managed to say.
"For what sweetie?"
He lifted my chin up, forcing me to look at him.
Only I didn't, although my face was facing him, my eyes wandered everywhere but his direction.
"You don't need to thank me", he spoke softly.
"Yes, I do", I said.
"Noâ"
"Please, let me finish, Max", I said batting my lashes.
He nodded his head for me to continue.
Before I did that, I heaved a big sigh and once again let the fresh air enter my body.
Then my eyes locked with his, I saw him patiently waiting for me to start talking.
"Thank you for being so good to me. No man has ever been like this", my voice trembled.
"I um.. You're such a gentleman..." I paused before speaking again. His hand pinched me, encouraging me to go on.
"Most man would have tried to sleep with me. But you didn't, you..", I stopped.
With his free hand he cupped my face, his thumb wiping away a tear. I was looking down , trying to stop more tears from falling.
"Mira.."
Too late, more tears were falling down and there was no stopping now. Damn it!
"I'm so sorry you feel that way. But please", he forced me to look at him, "know that I won't ever do anything you don't want."
Through my tears I smiled to him. I think he really meant what he said. He sounded sincere, his face never looked more serious.
"I really, really like you. From the moment I caught your eye, I wanted to make you mine. We can take things slow", he told me which only made me cry even harder. Why is he saying all these sweet things to me?
He grabbed me and pulled me into a hug, kissing my forehead.
I let my head rest on his chest and let my tears go. My shoulders were jolting as I sobbed.
"Shhh... it's okay", he hushed me. Rocking me like a baby.
How on earth did he get me to feel this comfortable with him, that I was actually crying? When did I started to trust him that much, I would let my emotions run free?
While pulling away from our hug I dried my tears with my fingers. Making sure no mascara was running down and I would look awful.
"So far my emotional breakdown", I joked awkwardly.
"I'm just glad you feel comfortable enough to let a bit of your guard down with me", he said with his lips pressed into a sweet small smile.
"You make me feel..", I paused to search for the right word.
"Comfortable?", he filled in.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"I'm glad I do. Now, do you want to walk for a bit?", he asked grabbing my hand.
I smiled saying; "Sure."
For the whole walk we held each other's hands, like we were a couple.
We didn't talk, we just strolled through the woods. My mind was making over time, debating whether I was right for being so honest about my feelings towards him. On one side was perfectly fine with it, but on the other, insecure side, I was feeling stupid for doing that.
Although this wasn't our first date, I felt like I shouldn't have let my guard down. Showing him this vulnerable side of me made me an easy target to take advantage off.