Dangerous Obsessions

by Capri Montgomery

  “Later,” she patted his hand and then pushed it away from her body.

  “What if I can’t wait?”

  She turned to look at him; his eyes were dark with desire. He wanted her, now, and the knowledge of that made her heady with her own desire. She had done this to Greg Harland. She never imagined she could. She had always assumed if they ever made love he’d use his experience to knock her off her feet, but instead, she had been able to do it to him; something about that felt…good.

  She wanted him right now too. She wanted to feel him sliding deep inside her, caressing her body, kissing her body. She wanted to feel all of him right now, naked and pressed against her, God did she want that…but they couldn’t, not right now. Her brain had to keep sending those signals to the rest of her body because her legs, lips and everything else was ready to surrender.

  “You’ll have to wait. I’m going to shower.” She saw the hint of a devious smile on his face. “No shadows in the shower,” she reminded him. He laughed. “Then maybe we can get out of the house today.”

  “You got out of the house yesterday—for work—but it was still out of the house. You can’t have cabin fever already.”

  She didn’t have cabin fever. She could stay in her house all day everyday, but having Janet there all day on any day was like inviting the bear to the picnic.

  “She’s a mess waiting to happen,” she mumbled. “I have to get her out of here and doing something else or I’m going to spend all of my off days cleaning up behind her.”

  He nodded. “Yeah, she’s always been like that.”

  She rolled her eyes. How had he put up with her for as long as he had? “That would have driven me crazy,” she snorted. “Shower,” she stated as a reminder even though she didn’t need to remind him where she was going.

  “You mind if I go first. I need to take care of a growing problem.”

  She gave his penis a pointed look and smiled. “Growing it is,” she laughed. “Yeah, go on; I can wait.” And she did wait. When he finished his shower she took hers. She had just finished putting lotion on her body, and had just slid her panties on when Greg entered her room from the bathroom entrance again.

  “I told Janet to get ready because we’re going out.”

  She nodded. “Good. I don’t know where we can go. It’s still too early for dinner.”

  “How about the park for a long walk and then dinner?”

  She hesitated. She hadn’t been to a park since…no, she didn’t want to go to the park. She could maybe go to the Garden of the Gods. She had gone there with groups of people before for hiking, but parks reminded her too much of what had happened all those years ago. “No. I don’t…I don’t go to parks anymore, Greg.”

  Understanding flickered in his gaze. She was thankful when he didn’t push the issue, didn’t insist that she get over her unease with parks. Her “don’t stop for fear” motto stopped at parks. Just driving past one made her skin crawl.

  He had said the mall would do. She couldn’t imagine any man offering to walk around a mall with no aim in sight, but he had. He had offered for her. She wasn’t a mall person herself, but maybe while they were there they could find a movie to see to kill some time.

  “Greg…”she said cautiously as she noticed how dangerously close he was standing to her. He had that intent look on his face, the one that told her he liked what he saw and he wanted it now. He wanted her, and it was entirely her fault since she was standing there, practically naked, in front of him.

  Before she could utter further protest he pulled her into his arms and kissed her so deliciously that she forgot all thoughts of protest and simply gave herself over to the moment. She let him kiss her and she kissed him back, soaking in the delectable taste of his mouth. He tasted like oranges, smelled like them too. He’d obviously had something to snack on while she was in the shower.

  His hands smoothed over the sides of her breasts, squeezing gently before he put just enough distance between their bodies to slip his hand between them. He fondled her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers and touching her so sweetly she thought she might shatter from his ministrations.

  She moaned, and he took that as a sign of permission to do what he wanted to do. He quickly stripped her panties from her body and then walked backwards with her, kissing her as he guided her toward the bed.

  The back of her knees hit the mattress and she sat down with a startled plump. “Get comfortable, baby,” he stripped his own pants down and pulled his t-shirt over his head.

  He was naked before her. He had been naked with her before, but right now she had full view of the front and the man was gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous.

  She licked her lips and eased back on the bed just enough so they could lie with each other more comfortably.

  He stood there looking down at her naked body before he placed his hand on her shoulder and gently guided her back to lie down. She thought he was going to come between her legs quickly, so she spread them for him, bending her knees to give him a comfortable resting place, but he didn’t do as she thought he would. He straightened up and looked down at her, his eyes lingering on the dark curls between her legs. She started to close her thighs. As if he knew what she was thinking he quickly placed both hands on her knees and spread them even wider.

  She saw him lick his lips; saw his eyes growing darker with his arousal. She felt the moisture spreading between her legs and the sensations overtaking her body. “Greg.” The simple plea flowed from her lips like honey.

  He mounted her, easing into her slowly. Inch by inch he sunk deeper until he was completely inside her. Her hips bucked, her back arched. The feminine moans came softly at first, but then, with each thrust she heard her cries of delight increasing in volume. She tried to silence herself, tried to contain her orgasm.

  She clutched the comforter, twisting the fabric in her hands as he thrust into her, hard and fast.

  “Oh, God. Oh please…right there,” she panted as he pushed deep into her, pulling out only to thrust back in quickly and deeply. She was going to come. God she was going to come and she knew she wouldn’t be able to contain the raging cries threatening to escape her lips.

  He pushed her leg up and hooked her thigh over his shoulder, allowing himself deeper entry, and giving her less control. He thrust into her again, hard and deep, before covering her mouth with his and muffling her screams as he fucked her to orgasm. Her body had barely settled beneath his before he resumed his pace and then came within her, releasing his semen deep inside of her.

  She panted beneath him as she tried to catch her breath. His naked body crushed her into the mattress. She lifted her hand to his waist and then slid it around to his back, touching him, feeling the beads of perspiration on his body. Her leg was still draped over his shoulder and he was still locked inside her. Suddenly she wished she hadn’t suggested they go out because staying in with Greg was the most deliciously intoxicating idea right now.

  She could stay there in that moment with him forever if he didn’t move, but the reality of the situation brought her back to the present. “We’re supposed to be leaving,” she looked at the clock. “Like now,” she giggled.

  He lifted his head and looked at her. “Did you just giggle?”

  She clasped her hand over her mouth and shook her head no. “I don’t giggle.”

  His lips twitched with a smile. “You may not have done it in a while, but I just heard you do it.”

  She couldn’t deny that it had been a while since she’d felt this giddy with happiness and excitement. She hadn’t giggled in twelve years, and now, being here with Greg she was doing it again.

  “Get up big boy,” she slapped his shoulder playfully. “I’m going to need to clean up down there before I put my panties back on.”

  “Don’t,” came the one word request.

  “Um…”

  “I’d like to know I’m still here,” he rotated his hips, pushing deeper into her. The movement alone threatene
d to push her into another climax.

  “Okay, but we have to get dressed…again.”

  “You weren’t dressed in the first place.”

  “True,” she admitted, but he was dressed which meant he needed to get dressed again and she just needed to get dressed.

  He let her up and she found her panties, slipping back into them before looking at the wet stain on her comforter. “That is going to be hell to get out,” she said. Suede was a high maintenance material; she’d probably have to take it to the cleaners for cleaning.

  Her cheeks flushed red just thinking about having to show the stain to the dry cleaner. Greg pulled on his clothes much quicker than she’d expected him to be able to do given how shaky her own legs were.

  “I’ll meet you downstairs,” she said as she walked into her closet to find something to wear.

  He followed behind her. “Uh, uh,” he shook his head no. “Closet’s not off limits.” He leaned his body against the doorframe and watched her get dressed.

  Once her jeans were fastened and her vest was securely closed, she slipped into her high healed sandals and was ready to go. He traced the outline of her breasts with his fingers. She swatted his hand away. “No,” she admonished. “We’re leaving.”

  “You shouldn’t be enticing me.”

  “Me? You’re the one watching me get dressed.”

  “You’re the one going braless.” He winked. “That means there’s only one article of clothing standing between me and those sweet breasts of yours. Makes me want to remove the offending article of clothing and have at them.”

  “There will be no removing of any of my articles,” she stated. “We have to go—now.” She ushered him to the bathroom and shooed him with her hands. “See you on the other side,” she smiled as she left her room through her bedroom door and waited for him to leave from his room.

  When they reached downstairs Janet was already waiting for them on the couch in the living room. “I need to stop at the office first. I’ll meet you all at the mall.”

  “Well I thought maybe we’d see a movie,” Clair pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “But I guess we can—”

  “No,” Janet quickly added. “Go on to the movie. I’ll catch up with you for dinner. Where are you going?”

  She hadn’t thought about that. She figured they’d decide once the movie was over. “Um…how about that new Italian place on Garden of the Gods Road? I haven’t been there yet, but I’ve heard good things about the food.”

  “I’ll meet you there at,” Janet checked her watch. “Seven?”

  “Sure,” Clair smiled. Seven would be fine. Seven gave plenty of time for the movie with a little time left over to walk around the mall, if they wanted to, and then get over to the restaurant for dinner.

  Clair pulled into a park in front of the Cineplex. “What do you want to see?”

  He shrugged.

  “Romantic comedy, action, chick flick?” She winked at him. If he didn’t have a preference she’d just pick something. He shrugged once again. “Okay, but don’t say I didn’t offer to let you pick.”

  “I won’t.” He assured her. “This is our first date.”

  “Date?” They hadn’t exactly gone on a date yet. They had had sex, but dating wasn’t on their list of accomplishments…yet. “We can’t count this as a date.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because we’re having dinner with your partner. We’ll save dating for once Levins is back in prison and we have some solid alone time.”

  He agreed. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “Sex without dating; every man’s dream.”

  She hit his shoulder again. “Just for that I’m going to make you see a chick flick.”

  “I was just kidding,” he held up his hands in surrender. “I swear.”

  “It’s too late for that,” she scowled. “What’s the sappiest movie you have showing?” She asked the clerk. He smiled and pointed to a poster featuring about ten famous women. “I’ll take two tickets for that.”

  “Oh hell, I’m going to have to be careful what kind of trouble I talk myself into with you.”

  “You’re learning fast.” She paid for the tickets. He wasn’t happy about her paying, but she assured him he could pay for his own dinner if he found the idea of a woman paying offensive to his manhood.

  “Popcorn,” he pointed. She pulled him away, tugging him toward the movie they were set to see.

  “No popcorn. We’re having dinner and you’ll ruin your appetite.”

  “Is this still part of my punishment?”

  She thought about it for a minute. “Yeah, it is,” she said affirmatively as she pulled him into the already darkened theater.

  She may have had her idea for punishment, but he got her back tenfold once the movie started. Not even thirty minute into the movie he leaned over close to her. “I’m bored,” he had mumbled. A man, especially Greg Harland, being bored was dangerous. He had idle hands and by the time the movie was over she wished she had gotten the popcorn so he could preoccupy his hands with food instead of her body.

  His hands started on her knee, then slowly moved up her thigh and slipped to the inside thigh as he worked his hand farther north. She clamped her thighs shut and he chuckled. Once he managed to free his hand he went straight for her breasts. He’d had one button of her vest undone and his hand was slipping inside to cup a breast before she could stop him.

  The theater wasn’t crowded, but there were a few people in there. Most were sitting up front and he had insisted they sit toward the back. He liked to watch the crowd, see who entered, keep an eye on their surroundings, but now she wondered if that were his complete reason for isolating them from the other movie goers.

  She buttoned her vest back and shot him an icy glance. She wasn’t enjoying the movie herself, but she was not getting arrested because he wanted to have sex. Her glance had no affect on him at all. He simply smiled and resumed his original quest, stroking his hand up her thigh.

  Once again she closed her thighs together tight. He shook his head. He leaned in close and mumbled in her ear, “one or the other.”

  The little devil was giving her an ultimatum. She could ask him to stop, seriously ask him to stop and he would; she knew that, but instead of opening her mouth to ask, she opened her legs.

  He slid his big hand up her thigh so slowly that she almost came right there. Her heart beat faster as he cupped her mound and squeezed gently. Through her jeans she could feel his finger pressing against her, seeking entry. She closed her eyes tight. Her head fell back and she felt her body sinking in the chair, forcing her legs wider for him.

  He leaned close to her again. His breath hot on her ear he whispered, “Like that, huh?”

  Oh yes, she liked it. She liked it a lot.

  She felt him free the button on her jeans and then slide the zipper down. Her eyes shot open wide as she looked at him. He had that same grin on his face. Before she could gather her faculties he had that big hand slipping inside the waist band of her panties. She clutched the arms on the seat as her hips lifted and his finger pressed hard against her.

  She bit her lip as the sensations shot through her. The man was dangerous. She had just come in a movie theater because of him. Delicious, but so wrong. He pushed a finger inside of her before securing her clothes and sitting back in his seat. She didn’t miss the look of satisfaction on his face as he smelled her arousal.

  When the movie was over she looked at him squarely and said, “You are impossible.”

  He simply laughed.

  She made it through dinner, her cheeks still flushed from her orgasm and thoughts of what they would do when they got home. She had every intention of having him in her bed tonight, and every other night, if he wanted to be there. She was sure he did.

  She tried not to rush dinner, but she wouldn’t deny she was happy when Janet asked the waiter for the checks. Clair reached for her check, but Greg had already taken claim of it.

  “
It’s on me,” he said in a low, husky voice.

  She would rather she be on him. She looked at him and subtly directed his attention to Janet’s check. He ignored her idea and allowed Janet to pay for her own. Clair felt the tension levels edge a notch higher. Greg had obviously resolved not to forgive Janet for her deceit, and Janet had obviously resolved not to give up her lust for her ex.

  “I’m going to go take a shower,” Clair said.

  “Another one?” Janet’s biting remark hadn’t gone unnoticed.

  “Another one,” Clair simply said. She’d come twice, once with Greg inside her and the other time was solo with the help of his fingers. She needed to clean herself up.

  “I think I need one too,” Greg winked.

  “No shadows in the shower,” she said before she realized the words were out of her mouth. If Janet didn’t know they were sleeping together before, she probably knew now. She turned to leave and Greg patted her on her butt. Oh yeah, there was no hiding what was going on between them.

  She took the stairs cautiously, nervously, knowing both were watching her. She reached her bedroom and her eyes went wide at the devastation. “Greg!”

  Greg bolted up the stairs with his gun drawn the moment he heard Clair scream. He didn’t have to look to know Janet was right behind them. They had been partners for too long, and had successfully covered each others back even after they broke up, for her to stop now.