SecondSightDating (12 page)

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Serena’s head spun from too much wine, frayed nerves and the
seductive charm of the hunk sitting next to her.
Inhaling a deep breath to
clear her thoughts only proved to add to her confusion.
His scent, an all-male,
woodsy one, screamed his name as it invaded her senses.

Her defenses down, she’d managed to allow him access to her
innermost thoughts, the secret ones she’d kept in line and stored away for what
seemed like an eternity.
The sight, touch, sound and now heady smell of Dan
Reese, chipped away at what she’d always assumed were rock-solid barricades
used to seal her heart in a safe haven.

“You’re awfully quiet.” Dan’s sideways glance at her spelled
trouble, drawing her further under his sexy influence.

“I’m…I’m just compiling a list of what we should talk about.
For business.
When we get to my place.
I mean, my office.”

Great job, Serena.
Ramble some more and continue making a
good impression.

After completing the ride to her office in silence, they
exited his car and a shiver consumed her body.
Dan eyed her motion, then
snuggled her close to him as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

Letters, letters everywhere, filled her head.
Flying,
dancing, rubbing against each other, creating sparks.
His face popped in and
out of focus, smiling, enticing her to crave more of him.

The night air swam around her in a soft breeze, lofting the
aroma of his aftershave in her direction.
Turning her head toward him presented
her with the full impact of his nearness, turning the other way still bombarded
and intoxicated her senses with his scent.

Surrounded by the wonderful essence of Dan, Serena could not
escape the inevitable magnetic pull drawing her closer to him.
Her self-control
dangled on the edge of nonexistence.

Oh, Lord.
Resisting his charm grew less and less like a
necessity.
She’d played the born-again virgin for so long, trying to forgo
sexual pleasure while forgetting Alan and starting her business.
Giving in to a
basic instinct, to share her love with someone, now paraded foremost in her
thoughts, screaming for her to pay attention to her needs.

Dan squeezed her tighter against him and a jolt
streamed down her body, warming her from head to toe.
Why resist?
Why not give
in, enjoy what he had to offer, join the ranks of the living, dating, loving
again?

A split decision needed to be made.
Either go for it, girl,
or hide back in your safe, snug, lonely shell of a life.
Could she forget the
regrets and her brother’s disapproving look?

The only serious romance she’d allowed herself to fall into
had been with Alan.
More of a “wham, bam, thank you, ma’am” kind of guy, his
pleasure outweighed her enjoying any of their lovemaking sessions.
Or should
she call them lessons in how not to show and share love?

The one and only time he’d allowed more foreplay before the
act of sex had done nothing to enhance her enjoyment, only his.
Alan had done
nothing afterward but complain about her not meeting his needs fast enough.
He’d belittled her, labeling Serena a nymphomaniac for expecting more and,
since he was more experienced than she, they’d do things his way.

Their relationship careened downhill from there, especially
when he ran off with his ex-girlfriend.
Alan had been sneaking around with
Tammy while teaching/conditioning Serena his method of love for almost six
months.
He’d just left one day, packing his stuff while she was at work.
The
bastard.
He’d even taken her favorite crockpot.

Good riddance.

Back to the present, Serena couldn’t find similar traits in
Dan to suggest he’d be another Alan.
Misgivings about his motives washed to the
back of her wine-spritzed head.
Plain and simply put, she desired a one-on-one
session with him, under the sheets, on the sheets…whatever.

And, every sense in her body tingled with the knowledge that
he’d take a slow, mutually enjoyable path to fulfillment for both of them.
Her
second sight screamed with the knowledge that she’d enjoy making love with him.

Their silent progression, filled with unspoken desire on her
part while she questioned what his reaction would be, ended at her office door.
She unlocked it and uttered, “Let’s go in.”

In that instant, Serena made the ultimate, no going back,
snap judgment to go with her feelings and damn the consequences.
With the
lights still off, she grabbed his red silk tie and pulled him inside, slamming
the door closed behind them with her foot.

What the hell?
Dan had no time to mentally react to
Serena’s bold move.
Instinct took control of his physical reaction and he
enclosed her into his arms, searching for her lips.
His aggressive move met her
open, nonresistant welcome to lower his mouth to hers.

How far could she intend this to go?
Tasting her slightly
wine-flavored lips over and over again only increased his desire for Serena.
Dan wanted more of her, much more.
Pushing her wasn’t his style.
He’d gladly
take whatever she offered.

Dan’s head filled with warring images, those of Steve and
his job and those of Serena and her charms.
Choosing one over the other caused
major conflict between his head and heart.

She’d broken through his defenses, the ones he’d created to
safeguard his heart.
She sparked his interest enough to allow those barriers to
begin to crumble.
After what he’d gone through with his ex-wife, Laura, he’d
sworn no woman would get close enough to shatter his spirit again.

Serena smelled like roses, the scent of the perfume he’d
mentioned to her.
Her light, fragrant aroma surrounded her being, drawing him
closer into losing all control.
He rained soft kisses along her cheek and down
her neck, nuzzling a spot near her ear.
Her delighted moan spurred him on.

“I want you, Serena,” he begged, in a low, husky tone.
“It’s
up to you now, honey.”

Yes.

No.

Yes.

No.

Serena shuffled back and forth between decisions.
His
letters danced double-time in her head, swirling around smiling images of Dan’s
face.
The faster her heart beat, the faster his letters bounced and the bigger
his smile became.

I want him
.
No doubt about it, her body
prepared to give Dan what they both wanted, commitment or not.
Alan was a
mistake, but Dan was different.
Every fiber in her body screamed with that
realization.
Alan hadn’t loved her…never had.
But, Dan…

Serena stiffened in his arms.
Love?
No mention of the word
had been used.
What was she thinking?
Had insanity taken control of her senses?

His onslaught of constant, urgent kisses softened her heart,
made her mind whirl with desire.
Heat radiating from his body caused her
temperature to rise and every part of her flesh burned for his touch.

Dan broke their contact and led her to the sofa.
Moonlight
filtering through her non-shaded windows illuminated his face, casting shadows
but not hiding his features.
A half-smile moved the lips she’d just kissed,
drawing her attention and need for more.

His eyes blazed with desire and Serena found herself losing
her yes/no battle.
Bedroom eyes beckoned her to fulfill a night of mutual passion.

Dan’s hands reached out to her, one tenderly grabbing her
and drawing her near him while the other feathered light touches on her face.
“I’ve wanted you since you fell into my arms when we first met.”

Heart pumping wildly and pulse racing, Serena nodded in
reply, the ability or need to speak decidedly absent.
All her senses shifted
toward one conclusion, she needed to be with Dan, to share themselves as one.
There would be no turning away, no regrets later.

“I know,” she whispered, her voice edged with an urgency of
desire for their upcoming release of consensual bliss.
Erotic dreams of her and
Dan would soon become a reality, doubts cast aside.

Serena kicked off her shoes, never letting her eyes stray
from his.
Dan sat briefly to undo his shoes and shed his socks.
He stood again
and began an attempt to remove his tie, only to have her hands reach out and
cover his, stilling his progress.

A flicker of disappointment crossed his face and he asked,
“Do you want me to stop?”

“Yes.” She almost moaned as she pulled his hands and held
them near her face.
She kissed each palm and then demanded, “I want to do that
myself.”

Dan’s breathing quickened as she watched his reaction.
His
hands traveled to her back, then to her zipper.
“May I have the pleasure?”

Serena nodded, afraid she might utter the plea, “Hurry,” and
miss what she anticipated would be a never before, delicious-feeling foreplay
experience.
Forcing back the niggling doubts trying to rampage forward in her
head about throwing caution to the wind and letting her desires charge ahead,
she chose to concentrate on pleasure and passion.

In slow motion, Dan let one hand lower her zipper.
His other
hand pushed the silky material aside, opening her dress and giving him access
to her skin.
Once the zipper was down to the bottom, he used both hands to
slide the dress down her body.
She stepped sideways, allowing the dress to
puddle on the floor and then she nudged it away with her foot.

Dan’s head bent and he nuzzled the tops of her breasts and
the spot in between them not covered by her bra.
His hands reached behind her
again.
Deft fingers undid the clasp and the push-up bra loosened around her.
Serena allowed the garment to slip down and off her breasts.
Uncased, her
breasts fell freely, tips hardening in the cool air’s onslaught coupled with
erotic anticipation of what would come.

“You’re beautiful,” he muttered, reverently reaching out to
rub each protruding bud.
Forefinger and thumb rolled each breast tip in slow,
circular movements and Serena threw back her head in ecstatic joy.

Her juices already flowing, she resisted rushing him
forward, eager to experience every pleasure possible for both of them.
When he
lowered his mouth to replace his fingers and their unending caresses of her
breasts, Serena’s knees almost buckled with a lustful need she’d dreamed of
feeling but never experienced before.

To regain control of her burgeoning desire and prolong their
enjoyment of each other’s body, she tenderly lifted his head with her hands.
Standing on tiptoes to meet his lips, she first nibbled on Dan’s lower lip,
then the upper one.
Hearing him moan sent a rush of desire through her.

All her willpower focused on stepping back, an
action needed to offer him a similar pleasure like the one he’d bestowed on
her.
Serena loosened his tie, taking extra care to rub her hands up his torso
before undoing the knot and skimming it around his neck and off his shirt.

Dan’s hands reached for her, but Serena grabbed each one,
shaking her head from side to side.
Now in control, she wanted no action from
him, only his reaction to her wandering hands and lips.
She placed his hands at
his sides and whispered, “It’s my turn to undress you.”

His sharp intake of breath indicated he’d be more than ready
for her next move.
Her heartbeat quickened, pounding out a tattoo in her chest
as heat cascaded down her body.
With determined fingers, she began to undo his
shirt buttons, one at a time in slow, determined steps.

She pushed each button through its buttonhole, gliding her
fingers down his shirtfront.
Once she reached his belt, she stopped and ran her
hands along the leather material.
One finger from one hand dipped between his
shirt and belted pants area and she ran it back and forth.
The other hand
landed on the belt buckle and Serena began the process of undoing it.

Fingers of both hands then concentrated on removing his
belt, something she’d never done before.
A giddiness of having control and
loving every minute overtook Serena.
She’d never undressed a man before and
loved the erotic sensation this step in foreplay unleashed.