Making It To First Base

I quickly rush into the bathroom and fix my hair and splash some water on my face. I slip into a clean shirt and put a new jacket on, a few gargles of mouth wash, and I'd say I am as good as new to go.

I buzz the front desk again.

"Tajsa, you can send him in."

"I will send her in, Mr. Chase."

"Tajsa, what have you done?"

But she does not answer; instead, there is a gentle knock on the door.

"Mr. Chase."

"Skye!"

I nearly fall back over; there is, and I am most definitely visibly is the biggest smile on my face ever. I don't know if it is the whiskey, but I feel warm all over.

I show her into the office to come to sit down at the table

"I am glad to see you have changed into something with less of a coffee aroma." she chuckles as she points to my shirt.

"And I see you finally got out of that shirt."

She takes a seat next to me on the couches and places a bag in front of me on the table. I can clearly see the blue of a shirt sticking out from one of the sides; it is the shirt that she had on this morning. There is a big smile on her face as she pushes it closer.

"You said you were going to clean this."

"Yes, I did."

She hesitates for a few moments before she speaks again.

"I owe you an apology."

"You do?"

"The flowers that you sent are beautiful, but it's not you that has to apologize, I do. You were trying to help, and I was just being rude."

"Thanks, but don't stress about it; it is long forgotten."

"So how about that whiskey that you promised?"

"It's coming right up, neat and on the rocks."

"Do you have a ladies in here that I can quickly use?"

I get up to show her where the bathroom is, but as I turn around to get out her way, I walk smack bang into her again. Thank god there is no coffee between us, but this time there is something else. Instead of moving out my way, she moves closer, scrunching her fingers into my shirt; she pulls my face down to hers, her lips hovering ever so close to mine. I can feel her warm breath on my cool skin as she speaks.

"I am starting to think..."

I grab her around her waist and pull her closer, resting my hand on the small of her back.

"Maybe I am."

I have my arms wrapped around the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen or have even held in my life before. For the past two days, this is the only place I have wanted her to be. Yes, we have this bet, but there is this part that has my hand on her lower back that wants more than that; what more than that I do not know yet.

If I have not said it before, I will say that again; I am captivated by her. And right now, she has me a lot more than that, it is hard, and it is throbbing, and it wants every part of her.

"Uhm...Damon...I..."

My lips are brushing over hers, she feels soft, and I can smell the sweet floral scent of the pink lip gloss she has on.

"You smell so good."

"I...can't...I...uhm..."

I run my tongue across the seams of her lips. Her lips taste even sweeter than they smelled.

"I want to kiss you."

I want to kiss her, and I want to kiss her so bad. She has not stopped me yet but do I want to push it. She just tastes so damn good, she feels even better than I could have imagined.

"Damon...I..."

"Oh, screw this."

I push her body back into the wall behind her. My hands cup her face as I lean in to kiss her. She slowly parts her lips and tilts her head back against the wall. I take my tongue and slide it through her lips and into her mouth. Our tongues meet and intertwine. I push my body into hers, and I kiss her.

"Damon, I...stop!"

"Shit, I am so sorry."

But I do not stop, I do not move away, I place my hands against the wall on either side of her face, and I kiss her again.

"You don't look very sorry."

"I was for a second, but then I realized that I enjoyed this more."

"I think best you go pour that whiskey."

"Would it be such a problem if I do?"

"Damon, you do not know what to do with a woman like me with clothes on; how are you going to know what to do with me?"

"Well, I was well on my way to finding out before you told me to stop doing it."

She has not realized it, but I still have her pinned to the wall. Before she can even say another word, my lips are covering her lips in a hungry, passionate kiss again.

"Stop doing that."

"I told you that I am enjoying it too much, Skye."

"Well, you ain’t getting lucky with me, Damon."

"If that were my intention, you'd be panting on that table."

"You sound so sure of yourself."

"Well, you have not pushed me off yourself either."

"Maybe I just like the way you kiss."

"I think you just maybe like me more than you like to tell yourself."

"Was this your plan all along?"

"No, I was actually planning to sit here and feel sorry for myself, but this worked out even better."

I push back into her body again, nibbling and biting at her lower lip. I so want to kiss her down her neck and over her shoulders.

"Woman, I am struggling to keep my hands to myself."

"Best you do, or you will be losing some limbs."

"Says she that started this."

"I was just going to tease you."

"Well, I guess you have learned your lesson; you cannot tease me."

"And I cannot get you to stop either."

"Just say stop, and I will do it."

"But I already did."

"Was that what you called that breathy mumbling you did there?"

"You so full of yourself."

"Oh, believe me, right now I am."

"Well, it can stay there."

"Oh, you are going to beg me for it one of these days."

"You want to bet?"

"Believe me, I already do."

She goes even deeper into the wall, and so does my tongue. I am kissing her with so much lust, and craving as our tongues rub against each other in a perfect rhythm.

"Damon."

"Do you want more, Skye?"

She does not say a word but lets me kiss her again and then again. I can feel the desire in her, whether it is me that she wants or just the need to let go, that I don't know. We fool around for another half hour before she firmly asks me to stop.

"I must get back to the shop."

"Do you really have to go? We can grab lunch and go to my place."

"No, I can't, Jo is alone, and I sent the waitress home because she was feeling ill."

"Am I going to see you again? I mean not at the coffee shop."

"I am not sure what the other girls have got planned tonight."

"What about just me and you then?"

"I will let you know; I have got your number now."

I watch her pull herself together and gather all her things from the table.

"And you owe me a clean shirt, so we will see each other again."