Irresistible You

by Celeste O. Norfleet

  It was exactly how J.T. had grown and affected her life. One moment in time ten months ago had forever changed something inside of her. She knew it even then. The moment she touched him she felt the change. The firm strength of his body had left an unyielding ache inside of her, a hunger forever wanting.

  She closed her eyes and raised her jacket hood as the rain began to pour. Needing the control, she focused on the end. They always ended, but then none of her relationship had ever been like this one. J.T. was different.

  Lost in her dreams she barely heard the phone in her pocket ringing. She answered on the third ring. “Hello.”

  “You called.”

  She knew his voice instantly as she paused to think. “Yes.” They sank into silence. “I don’t know why.”

  “Don’t you?”

  “Yeah,” she whispered. She knew exactly why she’d called. It was a moment of weakness, she wanted to see him.

  “Where are you?”

  “Out, walking,” she said.

  “This time of night, where are you exactly, I’ll come get you.”

  “No,” she paused still fighting the war inside, “I’ll come to you.” Moments later she looked up at the familiar three-story building. She rang the doorbell. He answered immediately. “Make love to me,” she said as she stood on his stoop in the rain.

  J.T. brought her into the living room by the warmth of the gas fireplace and went upstairs to get towels. When he returned Juliet had taken her wet jacket off and was sitting on the floor staring into the fire. He sat down by her side and draped a big fluffy towel around her shoulders. She sat mute as he unclipped her barrette and rested her wet hair on her shoulders.

  “What were you doing out walking this time of night?”

  She turned to him, “make love to me.”

  J.T. saw for the first time the desperate pain in her eyes. “Juliet, what’s wrong, what going on. Tell me, I can help.”

  She shook her head. She was confused and angry and frustrated and in love. She was trapped. How could this happen to her. She had always stayed her heart from this. No man had ever gotten to her. She never allowed it, until now.

  Her heart had been in jeopardy since the moment she laid eyes on him. She knew the instant it happened, when she woke up in New York alone in the bed they’d shared. The familiar feelings of being left and discarded scared her so much that she needed to get out. She needed to purge the feelings before it was too late.

  Now those same feelings had entrapment and confusion her again. It was already too late. She was losing the battle for her independence, for her freedom and for her heart. Love had won but tonight she didn’t care.

  “Make love to me,” she repeated again.

  “No, not like this,” he tipped her chin and kissed her forehead.

  Humiliated, she stood and grabbed her jacket to leave, “not exactly the response I was looking for.”

  “Where are you going?” He stood and blocked her path.

  “Home,” she said as she continued around him to the front door.

  J.T. reached out to her and took her in his arms holding her securely. “I don’t know what you’re going through, but I know it has something to do with me, with us,” he said. “Talk to me Juliet, tell me.”

  The love she felt grew stronger as he encircled her in his arms. “Thank you for the world, it’s beautiful,” she said weakly.

  He rocked her slowly, “You’re welcome.”

  Juliet relaxed into his arms feeling safe and warm and comforted. The loving power of his embrace collapsed a shadow of doubt in her heart. She knew that she had opened her heart to him and he had accepted it willingly. Inwardly she pleaded for the strength to go all the way.

  The invisible space between their bodies forged a gentle reminder of the setting around them. The soft music playing in the background, the crackling fire ablaze in the fireplace, the dimmed subdued lighting added to the simmering burn inside of her. “Make love to me,” she muttered into his chest.

  She could feel his muscles tighten and retract with restraint, but this wasn’t the night for his celibacy. She needed him and she knew that he wanted her. She offered her body to him. His willpower would have to take the night off. She’d come there tonight for one purpose, and one purpose only. She wanted him inside of her and to feel the closeness of their bodies as he connected with her one last time.

  She began to move her body enticingly against him, arousing the desire she knew he felt. Slow and steady in determined action she tempted and teased him drawing his passion to the surface. She nuzzled her face against his chest while her hands stroked the length of his strong, firm arms and back. A low guttural moan rumbled through his chest. She was getting to him like a lit match tossed on gasoline. She intended to ignite his passion.

  He dropped his hands to his side and leaned away but she was there to hold him to her. The war of wills had begun and Juliet had no intention of losing this battle. She would have him tonight, all night their last night.

  She pulled the knit shirt from the band of his pants and dragged her nails beneath, against his bare back and chest. He moaned again as his eyes closed and as the last of his will-power crumbled, a satisfied smile increased her assault. She lifted the shirt up over his head and pulled it from his body, tossing it on the floor by the sofa.

  Bare and beautiful, she reveled in the treasure she had uncovered. She touched his body kneading the firmness and feeling the tremble of strength seething below the surface. His perfectly formed pectorals eased flawlessly into his hard impeccably packed abdomen. The excitement of victory urged her to dare further.

  She grabbed the hem of her sport top and pulled the tight elastic band over her head freeing her breasts to him. His chest heaved in full expanse sending air through his lungs prompting his pounding heart to beat faster. He exhaled slowly. He was teetering by the thinnest thread.

  “Make love to me J.T.,” she whispered near his ear again.

  “Juliet.”

  “You want me don’t you?” she asked reached up to draped her hands around his neck. “Don’t you?”

  His chest expanded again and a shattered ragged breath sputtered out. Juliet placed her hands on his shoulders and began pulling him down. He resisted at first but the force of her determination overtook his will power. He came to his knees before her.

  She gathered his face to her stomach then tipped his head upward resting between her breasts. The silence of the moment was interrupted by promised lyrics of Reasons. There were no more love games, no more illusion, only love remained for just one night. Juliet stood still watching, waiting for him to yield. Then she felt it. Slowly his arms encircled her as his eyes opened. She smiled down at him accepting his surrender to their love. She kissed him and the creation of passion began.

  J.T. had fought hard against the inevitable. He focused his mind on everything from algorithms to sequencing formats. Nothing worked. Juliet’s pull was too strong. She was too irresistible. Through all his logic and reason, she had reached in and captured his heart. His mind faltered for the first time making him lose the control he had spent a lifetime embracing.

  Like lava flowing down a molted peek the flood of passion burned through him in uncontrollable desire. The blinding acceptance of her body was all he felt. He reached for her, holding onto the only person able to satisfy his burning need.

  Still kneeling, he pulled her into his arms and gently laid her on the cushioned carpet warmed by the heart of the fire. He ran his hand down her body causing a gasp to escape her open mouth. Juliet arched her back as his hand neared the band of her sweat pants. He dipped his finger inside the rim and pulled the elastic gently tugging the pants down her long legs.

  She sat up and unfastened the button on the jeans and pulled the zipper down. He lay back as she helped him remove his jeans. As if for the first time they looked at each other as the glow of the fireplace reflected golden red tones on their bodies. The crackling sound of the fire, the hushed driz
zle of the rain outside and the sweet soft sounds of Phillip Bailey and Maurice White gave them a moment to pause.

  He looked up at her as she sat there looking down on him. Her hand absently stroked the length of his chest and stomach. He reached up and stroked the smooth underside of one breast feeling the scant weight cupped in his hand. She was small compared to other woman he’d been with but he’d decided earlier on that she was just the right size for him. To prove the fact he reached behind her and pulled her body toward him bringing her cupful into his waiting mouth.

  He suckled the sweetness of her body felling his need with the honeysweet orbs of desire. Tasting one drove his desire for more. He lifted her further across his body and sandwiched both orbs between his hands licking teasing the sweet brown taunt nipples to pointed fullness.

  The ache of his torturous tongue caused her to gasp aloud. This was exactly what she wanted and this was exactly what he was going to give her. In erotic spender his actions proved that this would be a night she would never forget.

  He angled her body as he sat up bringing her with him. She reached out to her purse and pulling it down from the sofa. She dug through finding a disc shaped packet. She pulled it out and tore it open.

  Then she grabbed a sofa pillow and dropped it on the floor behind him. She placed her hand flat on his chest and slowly pushed him back onto the pillow. He yielded and in what was more like an erotic strip tease, Juliet pulled the contents out of the packet and extended it through her fingers.

  She dangled it over her body then his body, traced the covering over his pecs then down his chest to the firmness of his stomach. She drifted lower and circled the latex around the small hairs below. A sizzling sound hissed from J.T. as his body instantly twitched with anticipation as she slowly sheathed his hardness.

  She was tucked nicely across him until he rolled over positioning her beneath him. Juliet reached up to touch J.T.’s face. It was hot to the touch. She softly scratched her nails down the sides of his neck, shoulder and finally over his chest. She watched as the dull tingle caused J.T.’s jaw muscle to tighten. She reached up again and caressed his neck as he leaned down to kiss her.

  Kneeling he pulled her legs up to straddle his thighs. She wrapped them around his waist feeling the firmness of his need beaconing. Eye to eye he nibbled her lips with caressing kisses leaving a trail of burning passion.

  J.T. circled his palms against her nipples. She moaned in ecstasy as the heat of his mouth found the tiny pebbled nipples and devoured each.

  Juliet reached between their bodies and found his hard and throbbing penis. She guided him closer to her core feeling him tense. Then in one powerful thrust he entered. She gasped in delight. The exquisite pain of pleasure filled her completely.

  Together they danced the ancient rhythm of lovers as gentle kisses rained down on her face neck and shoulders. She held firm feeling the strength of his muscles stretch and tighten across his back.

  He looked down into her eyes. They burned with seething passion as they rocked their hips in unison slowly at first then picking up the pace to a fevered frenzy. Their bodies thrust together in a frantic fury. Deeper and deep he plunged into her as her inner muscles tightened around him adding more to his already souring pleasure. Closer and closer they came perched just to the edge of the crescendo.

  Then in unison they exploded as the sweet savored ecstasy they sought brought them to the brink of pleasure and sent them reeling over the edge into absolute ecstasy. Breathless and winded, he collapsed onto her. Weak with sated bliss he gathered her into his arms and rolled to the side bringing her on top of him reversing their position.

  She lay there in perfect peace never wanting the world to return. J.T. wrapped his arms tighter as he brushed her wayward hair aside with his lips. He realized that he would never have enough of this woman in his arms. The thought of not having her by his side sent a tremble through him. Juliet closed her eyes and drifted to the peaceful place she always found when she was with him.

  Sometime later J.T. had picked her up, turned off the lights and climbed the stairs. He laid her on his bed after coaxing her to put on one of his company t-shirts to prevent a chill in the night. Reluctantly she accepted it then drifted right back to a deep sleep.

  J.T. sat awake for hours sitting out on the balcony staring out at the night sky. The rain had passed and a sweet clean scent filled the air. The dawning of a new day came too quickly. He watched it break against the sky’s horizon.

  Hearing Juliet stir he stood and returned to her side in the bed. She instantly curled her body to fit him. He accepted her intimate closeness willingly. Moments later he drifted to a light sleep with dreams of the woman beside him in his bed.

  Juliet woke up the next morning tucked comfortably in J.T.’s bed. She looked around remembering the masculine décor of his bedroom. She tossed the sheets back and smiled. She was dressed in an oversized E-Corp t-shirt. She got out of bed and walked to the balcony doors. The bright sunny day promised a new beginning. The rain had gone and the sweet fresh smell of peace filled her.

  “Good morning,” J.T. said as he stood in the doorway behind her.

  Juliet turned. He was the idealized GQ man, open white French cuff dress shirt, denim jeans, bare feet and a broad winning smile. “Good morning,” she replied. She’d never get enough of seeing this man’s chest.

  He walked to her and handed her a cup of hot coffee. She took it sipping tentatively then sighed. It was exactly as she liked it. “Thank you, it’s perfect.”

  “Good, breakfast will be ready in about fifteen minutes. Are Spanish omelets okay?”

  “Perfect. I’m gonna take a shower first,” she said. He nodded and turned to go. “J.T., about last night…” she began.

  “We’ll talk about that later. What do you have planned the rest of the day?” He asked curiously.

  “I’m teaching a class this morning at the dance workshop in town then I’ll probably do some shopping.”

  J.T. nodded and smiled. “Your clothes are clean and are hanging up in the closet or,” he smiled, “since that shirt looks so good on you, there’s more in the armoire.”

  “Thanks.” She watched him leave then turned back to the balcony. How perfect is this. After a few moments to reflect on her day she went inside and grabbed a quick shower. The hot water and steam on her body felt wonderful. Refreshed and rejuvenated, she walked into the closet and easily found her sweat pants and jacket in with his suits.

  She ran her finger along the perfectly hanging line suit jackets and pants. He had dozens of them all lined up at attention. She sat down on the cushioned bench in his dressing room and slipped into her pants. As she prepared to put on her shirt she remembered J.T. mentioned the company t-shirt. She grabbed one from the armoire and wrapped her jacket around her hips.

  She smelled the food before she hit the stairs. Her stomach grumbled and her mouth watered. If this is what J.T. meant by being domestically self-sufficient then he was one exceptional man. The men she knew, her father, her half-brother and others couldn’t boil water if their lives depended on it.

  But truthfully neither could she. She chuckled to herself at the reality of her totally un-domesticated state. As a cook she’d be terrible, as a housewife she be horrendous and as a mother, she thought happily, she’d be wonderful. The last step brought her to the open kitchen area where a breakfast table setting had already been laid out.

  “I hope you’re hungry,” J.T. said as he saw her enter the kitchen area.

  “Starved,” she walked over to the stove and grabbed a piece of bacon. Munching she looked around at the ordered disarray. He was mixing an egg batter, while twisting orange halves on a grinder, and flipping hash browns. He reached over picked up a knife and began chopping onions and red and green peppers to mix into the egg mixture.

  Juliet was completely lost. The whole idea of having more than one pan on the stove at a time was mind-boggling.

  “You look lost,” he said noticing
the bewilderment on her face.

  “I am. I’m not exactly B.Smith in the kitchen, or any other part of the house for that matter.”

  “No problem, as long as one of us knows what he’s doing.”

  She looked at him oddly. What was that supposed to mean. She opened her mouth to ask but thought better of it. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know at this point.

  “I see you’re talented in the kitchen.”

  “I’m talented in several other rooms.”

  “So I’ve noticed,” she said playing along.

  “Want to help?”

  “Dangerous question, how close is the nearest stomach pump?”

  He chuckled. “Take this,” he handed her the small cutting board, “and drop these into the bowl. Mix it up with the fork and pour it into the pan once you see the butter beginning to bubble.”

  “Are you kidding? How am I supposed to do all that?”

  “Brilliantly, like you do everything else.”

  She began her chore slowly inching the cut vegetables into the egg mixture. “You have way too much faith in me.”

  “On the contrary,” he said. He wanted to say more but paused. She was skittish and the last thing he wanted to do again was scare her away.

  When she had poured all the batter into the pan, J.T. stepped up to the stove as she took the bowl and cutting board to the sink. She let the water run in the bowl washing out the last remnants.

  “About last night,” she began.

  “I think we need more thyme,” J.T. interrupted, as he sprinkled parsley and other herbs into the pan.

  Her heart jumped instantly at his suggestion. “Time?” she asked nervously.

  “Yeah,” he said absently distracted by the skillet.

  “Fine, time apart is probably best.”

  J.T. turned to her, “I meant thyme, as in the herb. It’s over there on the far counter.” He pointed at small bunch of fresh thyme bundled together. She walked over grabbed the bunch and handed it to him. He pulled a few leaves, chopped, and then tossed them in the pan. An awkward silence filled the room. As the pan began to sizzle, he turned to her and took her hands. “Juliet if you need time, I understand. Take all the time you need.”