Ella Frank - Exquisite

She watched his lips as they pulled into a wicked smile and he rubbed his hips up against her proving how very wrong she was. She was sure she was about to find the fortitude to push him off of her sex starved body when he whispered.

“Shh Lena. This is my favorite part of the song.” and then he proceeded to sing the famously dirty lyrics, “Hike up your skirt a little more and show your world to me.” right before her leaned down and nipped her bottom lip with his teeth.

Mason couldn’t believe he had the prickly doctor up against a wall staring at him like she really would show him the world. When he’d gone into this dance he’d just wanted to get his hands on her, but the more they swayed and the more she talked, her scent of vanilla had gotten under his skin and he wanted to taste. She hadn’t pushed him away yet and he was as close as he could get with his clothes still on. Her eyes had widened, when he’d leaned in and nipped her bottom lip with his teeth, but she hadn’t moved. When he tilted his head back a fraction she licked the spot he’d bitten then floored him with what came out of her mouth.

“Was that a statement or a request?”

He grinned at her audacity, “Which way will get me what I want?”

She looked down at their bodies pressed intimately together then brought her gaze back to him. “And what do you want Langley?”

He thought his answer to that would be quick. He thought he’d be smooth and lean down and kiss her brains out then proceed to hike her skirt up around her hips and make her scream. What he didn’t expect, was to find himself straightening up and taking a step back. He watched her raise that familiar eyebrow at him and then he floored her.

“A second date.”

Lena stormed into her house at 11pm and kicked her shoes off. She flung her purse down on the counter and walked into the kitchen reaching for the wine. She was going to kill him , she decided as she took a gulp. She was going to strangle him with her bare hands. How dare he get her all fired up and then just flip a switch and say, nope I want a second date. Fuming she stormed down the hall into the bathroom. She twisted the taps on her bath and watched as the water started to steam up around the room. She turned, placed the glass on the counter, and unzipped her skirt. As it fell down her hips she reached up and unbuttoned the blouse letting it fall to the ground. She couldn’t push away the imprint of his body as it had pushed into hers all hard and warm as he backed her into the wall and that pissed her off further. Infuriating man, who says no to a sure thing? Since when does he, Mr. I’ve dated thirty three women, say no! Flinging her underwear over into the hamper she tied her hair up in a messy bun grabbed the wine and dipped her big toe in the bubbles, she sighed as the water engulfed her and she leaned back against the porcelain. She was well on her way to fantasy mode, since reality was apparently out of her reach, when her phone shrilled loudly through the air. Figuring it was Shelly for an update she put the wine down and picked it up.

“What? I told you we’re not friends anymore.”

“Now that’s a shame. We’d come so far.”

Gasping Lena sat up, sloshing the water around her, watching as a bit of it went over the tub’s edge.

“Oh shit!” she yelped as she reached for a towel and threw it over the puddle. She looked down at her naked body then realized, hello idiot he’s on the phone he can’t see you, so with that thought she lay back down and pressed the phone to her ear. “What do you want Langley?”

“What was that noise?” he asked instead of answering her. “It sounds like water.”

Sighing Lena spoke over him. “I didn’t give you my number so you could harass me.”

“No. You gave me your number so I’d go away, but now I want answers.” he replied smoothly.

Closing her eyes she asked again, “What do you want?”

Hearing a ruffling noise she asked automatically, “Where are you?” she heard his laugh deep and smooth through the phone and ordered herself to keep her hands visible.

“Now if I answer that you have to answer my question.”

Looking around her bathroom she picked up her glass of wine and took a gulp for courage, what could it hurt? “Fine. Now answer.”

“I’m laying on my bed.”

She’d known that was going to be the answer so she took another gulp and put the glass back on the bathroom counter.

“Lena?” he asked in a sing song voice. “Lena it’s your turn.”

The man even managed to irritate her when he wasn’t in the room. “I forgot your question.”

Tsking her like he didn’t believe her he asked again, “What was that noise earlier?”

Knowing it would irritate him she answered vaguely. “Water.”

“Lena you don’t play by the rules.” he said softly. His voice seemed to reach through the phone and stroke her.

“Oh? I didn’t know there were rules.”

He must have moved again because she heard the rustling of his sheets. “The rules are honesty. Always.” he paused, “Now where are you Dr O’Donnell?”

She reached out and took the glass off the side again and finished it then answered, “In the bath.”

Dead silence. One heart beat, two heart beat, then. “Damn I’m an idiot.” she heard him mutter.

Smiling she answered. “I’m sure I was just thinking that earlier.”

“When I had you pressed up against the wall?”

“Oh no. That was the smartest thing you did.” she paused, “I meant when you let a sure thing walk away.”

“Hmmm. Well maybe I don’t want a sure thing. Maybe I want to work for it.”

Enjoying flirting for the first time in a long while she whispered. “Maybe the offer wont be there next time.”

She waited and almost moaned when his voice dropped down even lower, “It’s nice to know you’re anticipating a next time.” pausing he sighed and it sounded like he was rubbing his hand across his face because it came out muffled. “I don’t know why Lena but you’ve done something to me. I can’t get you out off my mind.”

Lena shook her head slowly, even though he couldn’t see her, and whispered softly, “I’m truly sorry for that. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

So softly, she almost missed it he whispered. “Let me in Magdalena O’Donnell. I want to know all of you.”

Feeling her heart beat rapidly inside her naked chest she’d never felt more vulnerable.

“Lets start with that second date.”

Three days had come and gone by the time Mason had a chance to even think about what’d happened Friday night. His weekend had been jam packed with two twelve hour shifts that resulted in a full house at his restaurant on both Saturday and Sunday and he had to admit he was glad that he’d made the executive decision that they were closed on Mondays. He was sitting out in the dining room when Wendy came in carrying a small box and headed straight for him. She sat down on the opposite side of the table and flipped open the lid pulling out a powdered donut and munching down on it.

“You know if Rachel sees that she is going to freak out.”

“She can’t tell me what to eat.” she mumbled around a mouth full.

Mason grinned at her and flicked the pen down onto the desk. “No she can’t but she will say it’s blasphemy to eat any other pastry or dessert in her presence.”

Wendy swallowed reached out for the bottle of chocolate milk and gulped it down. “Pssh! She’s such a pastry snob.”

Mason smiled at her and looked around when he heard the door open. Rachel bustled through with a box of her own and a hurried look on her face. He turned back to see Wendy snatching the donut box off the table and throwing it on the floor beside her out of view.