"Oh!" Stevie got startled by Lindsey, when he approached her quietly and wrapped his arms around her. "You scared me." She said, placing her hands over his.
"I know, I'm not the best looking guy out there, but-"
"Oh, shut up." She slapped his hand, then pecked him on the lips. "I was looking at your awards. There are so many."
"Eh." Lindsey shrugged as he began to gently sway with her in his embrace.
"No, come on. You've worked so hard to get to where you are today."
"Yeah, but at what cost?" He asked and spun her around, her arms naturally locked around his neck. "I've lost a lot, too."
"Like what?" There was a pretty good chance she could have guessed it, but...
"You." Lindsey replied without having to think about it.
"I'm here now." She smiled and cupped his face, which he took as an invitation for a kiss.
"You are." He nodded, barely an inch separating them. "And we're all alone, no chance of your kids showing up at the worst possible time."
Stevie chuckled at that, but the same thought was definitely running through her mind. "Uh-uh, and what are you going to do about it?"
"You're ruining my plans." Lindsey said. "I was going to wine and dine you first, but you're impossible to resist."
"I could be your dinner." She smirked. "And dessert." That was all he needed to hear. When he took her by the hand and began walking towards the couch, Stevie stopped him. "No, I need room."
"What are you planning on doing?" He looked at her with wide eyes.
"We'll see, where the passion takes us." She shrugged, then felt a tug at her hand. She practically had to run to catch up to him, when he led the way up the stairs and to the bedroom.
Of course, he wanted to take charge, which he usually did. However, once they reached the bedroom and he tried to push her down on the bed, she refused. He gave her a questioning look and while he was trying to figure out what was going on, she switched their places and made him lie down instead.
"Why do you always have to be in control?" She asked, following him.
"By all means." He surrendered without a fight, allowing her to climb on top of him.
She started with a kiss. It just felt so good to be able to kiss him again. Naturally, his hands began wandering and settled on her hips. She soon broke their lips apart, however, and started pressing them down his neck, at the same time reaching for the hem of his shirt. She grazed his sides with her nails as she lifted it up and he helped her get rid of it. Her wet, slow kisses continued on the path south, her eyes up, looking right into his. The playfulness had disappeared, he tensed up watching her, anticipating her next move. She undid his belt without a struggle and pulled his jeans down his toned legs. Still fully clothed, she pushed his legs wider apart and knelt in between them. He was visibly ready and she bit into her bottom lip as she touched him and he sighed deeply. She then snapped the waistband of his boxers, demanding his full attention again. In a matter of seconds, he lay before her completely naked and she stared at him with a subtle smile.
"I can't believe that I'm even thinking of saying this, but if you touch me, this will be over before it's begun." He warned her.
Well, she didn't want that. So, she began undressing in front of him, which he had always found to be a turn on, mainly because she was pretty shy about it. He didn't understand, but he had accepted it a long time ago.
Once she was fully exposed as well, he sat up and wrapped his arm around her, bringing her in closer. He leaned in to kiss her and she positioned herself better before sinking down on him. She broke their lips apart and cocked her head back, giving him a perfect chance to feast on her neck, while she adjusted. Slowly, she began rocking her hips as she held onto him tightly. He let his fingers tangle in her long blond hair, which caused her to look down and kiss him.
While he definitely enjoyed the closeness, he needed to switch things up. He rolled her onto her back without slipping out and she moaned, when his next thrust hit her much harder. He brought his hand down and gripped her thigh to hook it around his back. The sound of their bodies connecting and her increasingly louder moaning was music to his ears. He was determined to hold back and make her feel good. God knows, how long it had been. He doubted, her ex-husband knew her at all or was even interested in trying. Shaking the thought from his mind, he captured her lips again, but she could barely reciprocate as she balled up the sheets in her fists and then completely froze moments later.
Well aware that droplets of his sweat were dripping onto her chest, he rested his head against her collarbone, trying to catch his breath. With a heavy exhale, he moved to lie beside her and draped his arm around her loosely. When he looked at her, he instantly grew concerned.
"What's the matter?" He asked, seeing unshed tears in her eyes. "You should have said something if I was hurting you."
"No." She shook her head with a weak smile. "No, I'm okay." She insisted, scooting over closer to him, she lay her head on his chest. "I'm just... A lot is going through my mind right now."
"Yeah, like what?" He pressed a kiss to her forehead, gently combing her hair with his fingers.
She tilted her chin up, knowing that she probably shouldn't say anything. "I love you. I'm still so in love with you."
A wide grin spread across his face. "And how on earth is that a bad thing?"
"It's not, I'm just scared." She shrugged, looking away. "I don't want to lose you again."
"You won't." He promised, although, it was a promise, she knew, he couldn't keep.
