by Sierra Rose
I felt my breasts flatten as he pulled me against his chest. “Should we obey it?”
“Good things come to those who wait,” he replied.
He sucked on my earlobe before slowly releasing it, then blew softly on the moistened skin, giving me chills and a tingling sensation. It took everything I had not to rip his shirt right off, to send his buttons flying.
“You drive me crazy,” he purred in my ear.
I cupped his face and softly kissed his lips. “This is a taste of what is yet to come.”
We held each other, our hearts beating wildly, the only audible sound in the quiet elevator.
He lifted my dress and ran his strong hand up my bare thigh. “How does that feel?” he whispered seductively, his hot breath nearly singing my flesh.
It was such a rush to know that someone could still be so turned on by me. I couldn’t believe I held such power over any man, since Tom had found it so easy to ignore me and reject my advances. I pushed the long strands of messy hair out of his eyes. “Can you imagine what a deep kiss would feel like?” I asked, picturing it in my head.
He rested his head in the crook of my neck. “I imagine it’d be like an earthquake or a hurricane, maybe strong enough to knock the stars out of the night sky.”
I could feel the heat and passion from his gaze as his eyes swept over me. Cupping my face, he lowered his mouth down and brushed his lips across mine, ever so softly. I could barely control myself and began to tremble in his arms. I tried to convey all of my heart, all of my emotions in that simple, glorious touch. My heart pounded as he deepened the kiss.
Suddenly, the elevator jolted. I broke away, breathing hard, staring into his seductive blue eyes as my heart thundered. The elevator jerked again, and I clung to Foster as the doors whooshed open to a group of impatient new riders. I pulled my hand off Foster’s chest and cleared my throat. I struggled to breathe as a tornado of emotions swirled inside of me.
“So sorry about that, folks,” the maintenance man said. “Got here as quick as I could.”
“I’m fine,” I said, disappointed that the repairs had been made just minutes too early. “We’re fine.”
My boss hurried over, and Foster slipped away in the chaos.
Damn that maintenance man! I thought.
Chapter 18
My kids, my sister, and I ate dinner and watched yet another Pixar movie, then my mom picked up the kids for a sleepover.
Alexis plopped down on the sofa with a big smile. “I’m so happy to be off tonight.”
“Got any exciting plans?” I asked.
“Not really. Art is beat so he’s going to bed. I’m just gonna get all dressed up and go out for a drink.”
“You work at a bar. Why would you want to go to one?”
She pushed her dark bangs out of her eyes. “Because I have to study lines all weekend for the play next week, so I may as well hang out with the girls and have some fun tonight.”
“What about Art?”
“What about him? I’m not going out to cheat on him. I’m going to hang out with my girlfriends and have a few laughs. Besides, Art completely trusts me. And I trust him. Wanna come?”
“Nah. I rented that other movie,” I said.
She pulled my arm. “C’mon. Get up. I’m sick of you sitting around here like a couch potato when you’re here.”
“I don’t have anything to wear.”
“You’re such an old woman! And please don’t give me that responsible mother spiel. Mamas can party too.”
“I feel like I’m ninety, Alexis.”
“Oh please. It’s about time you turn into a party girl. Every frat or drinking story you’ve ever heard has come from me, Sophie, Lorie, Juliet, and Erin. Your kids are gone for the weekend, and you’re going to have a girls’ night out with us. I insist. When was the last time you danced until the sun came up? I already called Sophie, the makeover queen, and she’ll fix you all up.”
A car pulled into the driveway.
My sister grinned. “Right on cue. She’s gonna give you the makeover of your life.”
I smiled and answered the door.
“Your sister called me over for an emergency makeover. I picked out a smoking little black dress and heels, and I’ll have that hair and face taken care of in no time.”
“And maybe, just maybe, you’ll get laid tonight by one of my hot guy friends,” Alexis said.
I shot her a look. “I don’t do one-night stands.”
“Of course you don’t, but you’re out of practice, and it’s time for one. Time to dust off those cobwebs, sis. Just use protection, and you’ll be fine. These guys know it’s not anything serious. Besides, maybe then you’ll be less grumpy this weekend.”
“I can’t tell if you’re kidding or not.”
“Oh, I’m definitely not.”
I threw a couch pillow at her.
She laughed. “Okay, so no one-night stands, but it will do you good to get a little attention, all those guys eyeing your cleavage. That, my dear, will make you feel desirable.”
“I picked up some highlights for you too,” Sophie said.
“Why?” I asked.
“Why? Do you really have to ask? You desperately need a makeover, you old, married woman.” Sophie grabbed my shirt. “Who’s hiding under all those dreary, shapeless layers anyway?”
“I won’t be a married woman for much longer. I’m almost divorced.”
“You’re still in need of a serious fashion intervention. You’re about as far from hip as someone can get. Look, I’m only tellin’ you this as a loving friend. I won’t even go on about the dark circles or out-of-date hairstyle.”
“Men like my long, blonde hair,” I insisted.
“Just let me cut ten inches off and give you some layers,” she said. “It’s time to get your glam on, girlfriend.”
Sophie spent hours on me. She waxed my brows, painted my toenails, and cut and dyed my hair with deep blonde highlights. After another hour of primping, I was finally ready. The ridiculously short, sinfully black dress was practically painted on, glued to all my curves, complemented by the matching heels that boosted my butt up into the air. When I looked in the mirror, I didn’t even recognize the woman staring back at me. I had long, black eyelashes and ruby-red lips, like I was some kind of seductress. My long, blonde hair spiraled down my back in glorious curls, and the highlights really popped. She created a sultry, smoky eye look that looked amazing.
“There. Single again,” Sophie joked.
“It doesn’t even look like me,” I said. “I can’t remember the last time I felt this beautiful.”
“You look amazing, sis,” Alexis said. “When it comes to makeovers, there’s no one like Sophie. Anybody who gets her Midas touch could audition for Tyra’s show!”
Sophie smiled. “It’s my thing. What can I say?”
I smiled.
“I have to go though,” she said. “I have a date, but you girls have fun tonight.”
“We will. Call me with all the details tomorrow.”
***
At the nightclub, we met up with our other friends, and we began to dance the night away. We laughed, drank, and joked, and they even tried to set me up with a few guys. After five shots of Jäger, every guy who came within two feet of me looked delectable, and I quickly began to realize I shouldn’t have downed so much liquor after so long of a drought.
Then, like a moment out of a movie, a familiar figure looked at me from across the room. Our eyes locked, and I smiled. Foster was always so gorgeous. A black t-shirt was stretched across his muscular chest, and his blue jeans clung to his butt, showing off every impressive curve. His dark hair hung to his shoulders. Like a moth to a flame, he walked over to me.
We couldn’t stop staring at each other. I had never really believed in love at first sight, but lightning had definitely struck me. I felt like I’d known him all my life, and we shared some connection I still couldn’t explain. I was drawn to him and couldn’
t take my gaze off him. Desire burned in his eyes as he closed the distance between us.
“You look gorgeous,” he said as soon as I was within earshot. “Look at you in that dress. Every girl in here pales in comparison.”
I blushed. “Thanks.” I decided to try some of Lori’s flirty tactics and took a second to discreetly adjust my bra strap.
“Can I get you a drink?” he asked.
“Nah. I’ve had one too many already.” Next, I bent over to adjust the strap on my heel. I looked up and caught him taking a sneak peek, and I cast him a flirty smile. “Oops, you shouldn’t have seen that.”
He grinned. “Why must you torture me?”
I took his hands and put them around my waist. “So, what brings you here?”
His lips hovered over mine. “It wouldn’t be very friendly of me to not come over and say hello.”
“Maybe I’m not looking for a friend tonight,” I said, drawing out an inner seductress I didn’t even know I had in me. I couldn’t help it, because Foster had me ready to explode.
“Hmm. That’s funny, because that dress looks pretty damn friendly to me.” His eyes flickered as his gaze darted from my eyes to my lips. “You’re the epitome of sexiness, impossible to resist.”
My finger ran gently across his lips. “Then stop resisting, because I desperately want to know what you feel like inside me.”
“One kiss might change everything between us,” he said.
“Then what are you waiting for? Come claim what rightfully belongs to you.” For once in my life, I just let go of the reins. I didn’t feel guilty about it, and I was ready to live in the moment. Tom had told me to be more spontaneous, and for once, I decided to take his advice. I wanted a big dose of swept-off-my-feet sex, and I was going to get it, no matter how much seduction and how many coats of red lipstick it took.
“Are you trying to take advantage of me?” he asked in a flirty tone.
I grabbed his shirt and pulled him close. Gazing deep into his eyes, I smiled. “Absolutely, in every possible way, Mr. Mailman. So...are you giving me a lift home or what?”
He leaned in so close that I could feel his hot breath on my face. “Sure. I can give you a lift. Anything else I can do to please you?”
“Take me home, and I’ll show you what makes me happy.”
“I’m so tempted, Morgan,” he said, “but—”
“I know. You won’t take a married woman home,” I whispered in his ear.
“Yeah.”
“Look, I know we said we’d wait until everything’s final, but Tom’s been gone a long time. It’s just a piece of paper, bureaucratic red tape. My ex is out of my life. He’s been out of my life for years. I haven’t been touched for so long, Foster, and I just want you inside of me this very second. Don’t make me wait another minute, not after five years.”
“Morgan, you’re...a bit tipsy.”
“Yes, and I’m begging you to take advantage of me.”
“Let me drive you home,” he said.
I wrapped my arms around his waist. “I’d rather you drive into me.”
He smiled, and the bulge in his pants let me know I was getting to him.
“You’ve been dreaming all day about fucking me, haven’t you, Foster?” I asked, upping the ante. “You’re getting hard thinking about it right now, aren’t you?”
He grinned, flashing me his movie star smile. “Is that just a line to get me naked?”
“I would advise you, sir, to proceed with caution,” I said in my sexiest voice. “I’m a little minx, ready to play on the wild side.” Raw and nasty wasn’t me either, at least without a little liquid courage. I didn’t know who I was yet, but I was ready to discover the real me, and I was more than ready to let Foster discover me to.
His finger glided over my spaghetti strap, sending shivers down my spine. “You’re getting me all worked up,” he said, “and you’re right. I have been thinking about you all day.”
I shot him a flirty glance.
His face lit up like a kid’s on Christmas, and he cupped my face, ever so softly. “I love when you look at me like that.”
“So, tell me, what haven’t you been told tonight?” I asked.
He cocked a brow. “Huh?”
“I mean, girls must’ve been hitting on you left and right. What haven’t they said to you?”
Foster ran his fingers down my arm, igniting a fire deep inside me. “Not the line you used on me a few seconds ago, that’s for sure.”
“I want you so damn bad,” I said.
“And as hot as you look in that dress, I wanna rip it off of you,” he said.
I shot him a seductive look. “Haven’t I been begging you to?” I was no longer concerned with my good-girl, matronly, mother-of-two image. All I could think about was going back to his place, feeling his skin against mine, tasting his mouth, tangling my tongue with his in a wicked dance, and screaming out his name in unforgettable pleasure.
“Ready to get outta here?” he whispered in my ear.
“Hell yeah! This night has been five long years in the making.” I softly kissed his lips, smiling inwardly that he’d accepted my invitation. “I thought you’d never ask. Just let me go tell my sister I’m leaving.”
“I’m here for a friend’s birthday. Let me go wish the birthday boy well, and we’ll be on our way.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
I zigzagged through the crowd and found Alexis and the others sitting a table, chugging shots and beer.
“Let’s get my sister another shot,” Alexis said in a slur.
“No. I’m good. Foster’s taking me home,” I replied. “I’m drunk enough. I mean, I just propositioned the hell outta that man!”
“You didn’t!”
I laughed. “I did. I don’t know what came over me. I’ve never been with anyone other than Tom.”
“Wait. Who are you going home with again?” one of the girls asked.
“Foster.”
“Who?” she asked. “Who is that?”
“Forrest Gump, dummy!” Alexis chimed in.
“Oh! The hot UPS guy with the big package? The one who left his fly open?”
I giggled. “Yep, that’s the one, but he’s not a UPS guy.”
She held up a drink. “It’s been a long, dry spell but here’s to my sister finally getting laid!”
They clinked their glasses and started chugging.
I met Foster outside, and he led me to his black Ford pickup. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissed him gently on the lips, and ran my hands through his hair.
“You are so sexy,” he said.
“Speaking of sexy, I’ve got something to show you.”
“What?”
I gazed deeply into his eyes. “I’ve got a freckle on my left inner thigh.”
“Morgan! You sure do fill my head with dirty thoughts.”
“That’s the plan. I wanna make you feel good—as good as you make me feel.”
I tried to banish all my filthy fantasies about parking lot sex away, but being drunk didn’t help. I enjoyed the buzz, because it kept me from being so nervous, and I couldn’t wait to take advantage of all that beer-borne bravery.
Chapter 19
Sunlight glared through the open window, and the birds began to chirp. “Somebody please shut the curtains,” I muttered.
I opened my eyes and tried to make out the details of where I was, because I certainly wasn’t in my own bedroom. I was relieved to find that I was still fully dressed, as fully as one could be in such a skimpy black frock.
Gosh, I musta passed out. I haven’t drank like that in...wait. I’ve never drank like that. I felt like shit. My head was pounding, and I wanted to go home to catch some real shut-eye and get over my hangover before my girls got back.
Suddenly, another big question plagued me: Did I sleep with Foster? Damn it. Just my luck. I finally get to sleep with the guy, and I don’t remember a damn thing.
It was way to bright, so I c
limbed out of bed and reached for a pair of sunglasses that were lying on the dresser. With the borrowed shades on, I walked to the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face and dried it off with a thick towel. I lifted the dark lenses and saw that my eyes were bloodshot, my mascara and eyeliner smeared all over the place, like I’d called Mike Tyson a sissy one too many times. On top of that, my hair was a hot mess, something like road kill that stuck its paw in a light socket.
Eager to get out of there as discreetly as possible, I slowly walked down the stairs, only to be greeted by prettiest blue eyes in the world. I bit my lip hard, desperately trying to remember, but not even one recollection of the night before flickered in my mind.
As I stood there, feeling stupid, it suddenly dawned on me that I was still wearing his sunglasses. I tried to take them off but it was way too bright.
“Keep ‘em,” he said.
“Thanks. I’ll give them back, I promise.” I glanced down and fumbled for words. “Um, did, we, uh... What happened exactly?”
“You don’t remember?” he asked.
“It’s all kinda fuzzy. If you could fill in the details... See, I don’t usually do this sort of thing.”
“What’s the matter, little minx? Are you worried we played on the wild side?” he teased.
I slapped my forehead, completely mortified. “Oh no. Please don’t tell me I said anything that lame.” I blew out a long breath. “Listen, I’ve gotta go. I feel like an idiot. I drank so much, and I have no idea what I said or what we did or... I can’t even remember if we had sex. If we did, I guess I missed out on the greatest night of my life.”
“You didn’t miss anything,” he assured me. “You passed out in the truck before we even got home. I carried you to my bed and took only your shoes off. I slept down here, on the couch.”
“I’m so sorry about all this, Foster. I’m going through a hard time in my life, and I’m not really much of a drinker. I vaguely remember it, and I know I was pretty, uh...straightforward with you. I propositioned you.”
“It was mutual.”
“I’m so embarrassed. I know I said a lot of raunchy things, and I apologize profusely.”
He didn’t seem bothered by it and told me I’d been through a lot and deserved to have a night out. I was thankful he was so understanding, because I didn’t want to make the wrong impression. If I would’ve lost him over my dumb antics, I never would have forgiven myself.
