Sunday, February 15, 2009

Titleless Story Part 2

He took hold of my hand and led me through the crowd of dancers. As we headed out the door, I looked over my shoulder and saw Joy standing against the rail, her mouth open in surprise. My actions were something she would do; not me. I smiled and gave her a little wave with my other hand, before turning back and letting him lead me to my destiny.

And maybe that’s a bit of a cliché, but that’s how I felt that night. I was doing something completely out of character, but for the first time in my life, I felt like I was doing the right thing.

We stopped in front of a car. Calling it a car is a bit of an understatement, since it was one of those testosterone-enhancing pieces of machinery that was either a testament to the lack of a man’s size or just enhanced his overall appeal. Thankfully, this one enhanced his appeal.

He helped me in, which was more complicated than it usually was given the length of my legs and way the car was built, but soon I was settled and he as well. The engine started and I could feel the vibrations moving through me. Wow! I looked over at him and he smiled before putting the car in gear and pulling away from the curb.

I sat in silence, not really sure what to say to this man. He’d said less than ten words to me, but they’d been enough to get me to go with him. Was I completely insane? How was I to know if I would be safe with him? I didn’t even know his name.

“What is your name,” I finally asked, my curiosity too much for me to keep silent any longer.

“Kieran.”

“Bianca.”

He gave me a nod and turned his attention back to the road. I sighed and rested my head back against the seat. Nerves were getting to me. I didn’t want to come across as an idiot when we got to the bedroom. As I’d said earlier, it had been two years. Seemed like forever when it came down to it. I wasn’t sure if I could remember where to put my hands, let alone what to do with them. I wanted the night to be memorable, but not in that way.

He stopped in front of one of those trendy lofts in the downtown area; minimal square footage with a super-hefty price tag. I admit I lusted to see the inside, but as he helped me out and took my hand, my thoughts were focused more on not sweating through my clothes.

He smiled at me and led me inside to the elevator, keeping me close to his side. He pressed the button for the penthouse and used a key to start the elevator. As it went up, we stayed silent, listening to the quiet sounds of elevator music.

I wanted to laugh, but was afraid it would come out sounding hysterical. Even in a classy building like that we were still listening to crappy music from the ‘80’s. I mentally shook my head and waited.

When the elevator doors opened with a soft whoosh, he led me into the main room of the penthouse. I just about swallowed my tongue when I got a good look at my surroundings. Oh, dear, this guy was filthy rich. Kieran let go of my hand and tossed his keys on a table just inside the door. He went into the kitchen and poured us both a drink, bringing one to me. I took a healthy sip as he motioned for me to sit down.

We sat side-by-side, close enough I could feel his body heat, but far enough where he wasn’t crowding me. He turned his body slightly so he was facing me, those beautiful eyes focused on my face. I faced forward, my glass held up to my face as a barrier. I was so nervous and had no idea what to do now that we were at his place.

My mind seemed to run in a million circles as I finished my drink and set it down on the table in front of me. I still couldn’t face him. I didn’t want to know what he thought of what he saw. I was letting old insecurities get to me.

Taking a deep breath I got up the courage to turn my head and make eye contact. He smiled then, approval obvious in his eyes; finishing his drink and setting the glass next to mine, before reaching out and taking my hand. Thumb sliding up and down my fingers until I curled them around his. He lifted my hand to his mouth and nibbled my fingers, his lips soft.

Eyes never leaving my face, his tongue grazed over the back of my fingers. I felt goosebumps popping up all over as the pleasure spiked through me. All thoughts of insecurity and inability to please disappeared as he moved closer and used his other hand to cup my face. Our hands lowered to the couch between us as he tilted my head slightly and leaned forward to kiss me.



*To Be Continued*




DUN-DUN-DUN *snicker* Sorry 'bout that. he-he. I know, I keep To Be Continuing in the worst moments, don't I? What will be next for Bianca & Kieran? I have no idea, but I'm sure it'll be a ton of fun to get wherever this story is going. :)

3 comments:

Tracy said...

Good stuff. I want to know what Kieran and Bianca do next. Polka? Scrapbooking? No, wait...basket weaving. That's got to be it.

Can't wait for the next installment!

Amy C said...

Tracy! They better not basket weave!! Please tell me after the beginnings of that hot little kissing scene they're not going to basket weave.

Tara said...

I might have to cyber kick your butt for that. Dun, dun, dun *indeed*. :: sniff ::