Brett
Just watching her eat that macaroon and moan like that, my dick is all kinds of hard. I’ve shifted a few times trying to get some relief, then she takes another bite. Damn, this woman is killing me.
I watch her in delight as she finishes her pastry, and we sip our coffee, watching each other’s eyes. I set my cup down and take her hand. I jerk back slightly when I feel that electricity again.
We both look at each other; she says, “What was that?”
“I’m not sure. I felt it the other night when we started to dance.” I took her hand again. “Let’s get out of here.”
She shakes her head. “Okay.”
We walk out of the coffee shop. “Wanna take my truck?”
She nods, a little hesitant, but follows me to the truck.
I help her up into the passenger side and give her a smile letting her know it’s all going to be okay. I’m not some crazy madman or anything.
I move around to the driver’s side and climb in. “I know this is going to sound forward, maybe even creepy to you, but would you like to see my place?”
Libby has the most adorable laugh. “I know you aren’t a creeper. I’d love to see your place. Can I ask you a question?”
I put the truck in gear, and we move away from the coffee shop. “You can ask me anything, darlin’.”
She smiles. “Do you feel a connection between us? Like we’ve done this before?”
“Yes! I was trying to figure it out. I feel like I’ve known you or met you or something. There is definitely something there. What about you?”
She stares out the windshield as she answers. “Brett, is it possible we’ve met another time? Like bumped into each other somewhere? It just feels like this is normal. Like I’ve done this before. Been here with you; I don’t know how to explain.”
“Thank God, I thought I was going crazy. Yes, I feel that we’ve known each other before. But I’m going to tell you, if I’d met you before, I would’ve remembered. I would’ve remembered those eyes, your gorgeous smile. Even the way you walk and talk seems familiar to me.”
I pull down the long drive to the ranch I live on. It’s not huge compared to some bigger outfits in Texas, but it’s mine. Well, mine and the banks.
The house is a two-story farmhouse with white, red shutters that match the red barn. The porch is what got me; it’s long and wide across the front of the house and wraps around to the side on the east.
I pull up to the house and kill the truck. I look over at Libby. “What I don’t understand is I feel like I’ve kissed you before. Like I’ve touched you before. When we danced last night, I felt so at ease, as if we’d danced a million dances together.”
Libby takes her seat belt off and leans over the console.
I lean into her and put my hand on her cheek.
She moves as close as she can with that damn console in the way. “This feels natural. Like I’ve been here with you.” Then her lips landed softly on mine.
When I kiss this woman, I feel like I’ve done it so many times before. Last night was the first time I’d kissed her, though. I know it was.
She pulls back. “Show me around your place.”
I laugh. “Okay.” I jump out of the truck and make my way to her door. I open it and help her out of the truck.
My hand in hers feels right, so very right. Why? How? I don’t know, but I like it.
We walk up the steps to the front door, and I open it for her. Allowing her to step in first.
“Oh, Brett, this is lovely.” She’s looking around and starts walking toward the living room.
As Libby walks near the fireplace, she’s looking at the pictures I have there of my family. I walk up behind her and wrap my arm around her. I whisper in her ear, “I think you belong here.”
She turns, grabs my face, and kisses me. Hard.
My dick immediately stands at attention, it’s hard when I’m in her presence, but damn, he’s ready.
Libby pulls back, keeping her hands on my face and her face near mine. What she says next blows me away. “Take me to your room. Make love to me.”
Holy shit!