by David Banner
She turned to him and with a soft twinkle in her eyes explained that she hadn’t been wearing perfume. It must have been her lotion he was smelling, though she did thank him for noticing. Ryan sighed, leaning back in his seat and feeling like a fool.
“I’m sorry,” he closed his eyes. “I wasn’t trying to insinuate anything. I just couldn’t help it. You smell and look so good. It’s impossible not to notice.”
“Good to know I’m holding it all together for my age,” she answered. “But you didn’t seem to think so on the beach.”
This was it, the moment he’d been dreading, the mention of that day on the beach…. So far the two had managed to avoid bringing it back up during their limited time together. But with only a night of watching from a distance ahead of them it was bound to spring up.
“I’m sorry things are so complicated now,” he shook his head. “But I wasn’t about to go asking you to leave Thomas, to leave a relationship you’re happy in.”
“Happiness,” she mused. “I don’t know if that’s the right word. I’m more comfortable than happy I think.”
“Thomas is a good man, he’s a dick and he’s full of himself, but he’s a good ma-”
Her soft plump lips pressed against his.
Ryan pulled back and looked into her desire-flecked eyes. Her hand travelled his leg, beginning at his knee and working its way up. Her body pressed against his as she leaned in tighter. Her warm shallow breath danced across his face and her lips begged for his touch.
Ryan’s hand searched her back until finding her dresses zipper. He slowly worked it downward, feeling the warmth of her skin as it grazed his own. Jillian’s hands began searching his chest, her nails digging lightly into his skin and sending chills up his spine.
“What about Thomas?” He asked, his body filling with desire.
“Thomas isn’t here,” she whispered in his ear. “We have something he and I never could and I’m tired of pretending it isn’t there.”
Jillian’s hands grappled at his belt, fighting to loosen the metal clasp. His body swelled with passion and want. Adrenaline mixed with lust and surged through his veins in a potent concoction of yearning and hunger.
He pulled her closer, leaning in to taste her lips.
“Wait,” he stopped.
“No,” her body writhed.
“Who is that” he pushed her away.
“What? I don’t care. I want this Ryan, I-”
“Just look,” he pointed. “That’s Alisha Ogdon.”
Jillian quickly turned her head and watched as the young woman ascended the steps of Ryan’s houseboat and headed straight for their daughters party. Her feet pounded the ground as without apology. Her movements were graceful and poised, those of a woman on a mission.
“Is that-”
“A gun,” the detective answered. “Stay here, call for backup.”
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