She dropped her head and her hair fell over her face. He placed a finger under her chin and pulled her gently towards him so she would look at him.
“I know it’s hard to talk about,” he said tenderly, “but the fact that you’ve opened up to me is very humbling.”
“You’re very easy to talk to, a good listener,” she replied, staring into his eyes.
He moved his hand from her chin and ran it through her soft curls, then pulled her face close to his. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. He kissed her eyes, then her cheeks before moving his lips over hers.
It was meant to be a chaste kiss, comforting.
But the minute their lips connected, something inside both of them exploded.
She let out a soft moan, opening her mouth under his, and his tongue swept into her mouth.
She tasted sweet, intoxicating. A decadent mixture of sweet tea and a flavor that was uniquely hers.
He felt her weave her arms around his neck and pull him closer, silently demanding more. And he gave it to her. He was useless to do anything else, but give her whatever she wanted.
Finally his mind told him to slow down. He knew if he didn’t soon, he’d be stripping her down, and carrying her to the bedroom. He couldn’t make love to her. Not right now. She’d just opened up an old wound and was vulnerable. He didn’t want to take advantage, and he didn’t want her to ever regret them making love. They were still taking things fairly slow, despite the fact that, comforting or not, this kiss had kicked things up a few notches. So he’d have to wait.
He slowly pulled his mouth away from hers, but he didn’t let her go.
“I should probably go,” he murmured, with his forehead pressed against hers.
He felt her nod.
“That might be best right now.”
“I still want to have that dinner with you soon.”
“Cassius, I don’t think–”
Before she could finish, he shut her up with another kiss. This one was greedy, hard and fast. He knew he shouldn’t have kissed her again so soon, but he didn’t want her to think, he just wanted her to feel.
He ended the kiss as quickly as it began, tearing his mouth away from hers.
She was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling rapidly.
“When and what time should I pick you up?”
“Tomorrow. Seven p.m.”
He grinned. “That’s my girl.”
He stood and headed for the door, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”