Bron got into the suite and popped
the CD in the player. “Otis Redding, who can resist
that, I can’t.” she sighed. Bron walked over to the
table and poured two glasses of wine. She grabbed
one, and went and stood by the window.
“Geez, what a view, everything is
lit up, it’s beautiful,” she sighed. Bron gazed out
the window watching the lights dance across the lake.
Bron you had better be sure of yourself, because there
is no turning back. One kiss from him and you’re
sunk. It’s a good thing he doesn’t know the effect
those kisses have on me. Bron got lost her thoughts
trying to calm her nerves. This was a big step for
her, something she hadn’t done in a long time. The
past few days rolled through her head. It was scary,
upsetting and weird. But she did have some wonderful
memories to last a lifetime. She felt the back of
her head, the stitches to prove it too.
Kevin lay in the bed exhausted from
the last few days. He thought that they were incredible,
frustrating, and fantastic. Kevin heard the music
and knew who it was instantly. It was her favorite,
Motown. I remembered that he mused. Wonder what
she’s up too?
He got up, opened the door, and was
blown away but what he saw. The lights were off and
the room was filled with candlelight. Bron was standing
at the window sipping a glass of wine. Man, look
at her she’s beautiful he smiled. She was wearing
a white satin nightgown that went to just above her
ankles. It had thin straps and no back. It had slits
on both sides. Damn I wonder what the front of it
looks like, he sighed.
He grinned inwardly knowing she was
trying to tell him something, but that isn’t enough
he thought. I want to hear her say that she loves
me and that she wants me. I need to know that we
can make this work and deal with this other stuff.
Bron was thinking when her thoughts
were interrupted by voice from behind her. “May I
have this dance?” he asked heavy with his southern
Bron turned slowly, “Yes you may.”
They danced slowly just holding onto
each other. Bron’s hands began to caress his back.
Slowly she planted kisses on his chest and moved her
hands lower to squeeze his ass.
Inside Kevin was dying he loved her
so much. He knew she loved him, but she just wouldn’t
“Kevin,” she whispered.
“Hmmm,” was the low hummed reply.
“Would you make love to me? Please,”
Kevin’s heart flipped and soared
at the same time at hearing her request. “Depends
Bron,” he whispered on the top of her head, his chin
“On what?” she asked quietly, as
she rested her head on his chest. Inside she knew
why and he wasn’t going to budge until she said what
he wanted to hear, the truth.
“Well I told you I love you,” he
Bron waited and felt his body start
to tense. Her inner-self spoke to her, “Do it Bron,
just do it. Don’t be afraid.”
“Hmm, Well Kevin that’s nice because
I love you too,” she whispered. Bron felt Kevin’s
body quiver in her arms and she did the same.
Kevin was so relieved that his mind
started to race. They had so much to deal with after
what had happened to her. He had to get past the
one door. The door that would at least let him help
her deal with all of her inner turmoil.
She felt his hands go to her shoulders
and gently slide the straps down her arms. The gown
slid to the floor, in one fluid movement.
He pulled her closer to him crushing
her breasts into his chest. He inhaled deeply and
could smell her scent. Kevin ran his hands down her
back and rested them on her bare bottom. He caressed
her as he pulled her even closer to him and moaned
deeply. She said it, I can’t believe she said it,
he kept saying to himself. But the last door, I’m
so scared about that last door. Mary told me to try,
I don’t know if I can.
Bron’s senses were flying as she
felt her whole body being engulfed with fire. His
hands roamed all over her and caressed her bottom.
His arousal was pushing into her stomach.
Kevin gently bent down and picked
her up in his arms. “Open our eyes, Bron,” he whispered
huskily to her. She did and gazed back him. She
could see the obvious love that he was trying to show
her. “Yes I will make love to you,” he whispered
on her lips.
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