My Kind of Girl (10 page)

Once she unlocked the door, Sean
followed her in. When she tossed her keys and purse on the little
table by the door, her breathing became unhinged as she felt his
overwhelming presence behind her. She was scared to move or look at
him. Now that he was there, she was terrified of his next move.
When he didn’t say anything, she turned toward him.

“
You want something to eat
or drink?”

“
What do you have?” he
asked as his eyes glanced around her cozy loft and rested back on
her.

“
Water, wine, and
juice.”

“
Wine sounds
good.”

“
You can have a seat on the
couch,” she said, motioning toward the little seating area as she
trekked toward the kitchen. She kept an eye on him while she pulled
the glasses out of the cabinet. He hadn’t sat down yet. Instead, he
roamed around the room looking at her décor and the few pictures of
her family she had displayed on a bookshelf. She glanced at the bed
in the corner when she noticed him look in that direction.
Thankfully, she did hang up her clothes, but now she was wondering
if he would even fit in the bed with her. She shook her head of
those thoughts as anticipation trembled through her and she almost
dropped the bottle of wine.

“
This is a nice place you
have here. I love the exposed brick and the ceiling beams.” He
plopped on the off-white couch and sat his car keys on the coffee
table next to her chess set. “I see you play chess.” He fiddled
with a few of the pieces. “Are you any good?”

She handed him his wine and sat next
to him. “I was on the chess team from middle school to college, and
I have plenty of trophies at my mother’s house. So yes, I’m good.
Quite good actually.”

A curious expression washed over his
face while he sipped the pinot grigio. Placing the wine glass on
the table, he leaned back on the couch and pulled her toward him.
He rested his forehead on hers and his pupils turned dark; she
recognized the gleam in his eyes. He wanted her, and he was in luck
for she wanted him as well. She definitely knew why she’d invited
him back to her place, and it wasn’t to admire the architectural
designs or discuss chess. Her curiosity had gotten the best of her,
and she could no longer hold out.

He traveled a finger down her arm. “I
would love to see just how good you are,” he said in a heavy,
amorous tone.

She gulped and her breathing
unraveled. “Do you have any … condoms? I’ve never had unprotected
sex before.”

An amused smirk appeared before he
burst out into a loud, sarcastic laugh. He backed off of her. “Um …
I was referring to us playing chess.”

Her face flushed with heat as she
shook her head back and forth as the embarrassment of her question
filled the atmosphere. She tried to speak but couldn’t. She
couldn’t even glance in his direction. Instead, she stared straight
ahead at her father’s chess set.

He handed her his wine glass. “Would
you like some wine?” he asked with a muffled laugh.

“
N–no. I’m so embarrassed
right now. I thought … well, I mean … you … I never know with
you.”

“
Its fine, but at least I
know you prefer condoms. That’s makes two of us. So do you want to
play chess with me?”

She finally looked at him. “You can
play?”

“
I play very well. I, too,
have some trophies at my parents’ home.”

“
All right. Let’s see what
you can do.”

He snickered and grabbed her to him
once more as a meek gasp escaped her throat. “Okay … but I’ll have
to take a trip to the drug store first,” he said jokingly with a
wink.

“
Ha ha. Very funny.” She
wrestled out of his embrace and stood. “I’m going to take my
contacts out and then come back to whip your ass.” She paused,
remembering the whip she saw on his kitchen island. “In
chess.”

His stare turned wicked. “Nah … I
think it’s safe to say I’ll be the one doing the spanking no matter
what game we’re playing.”

*****

For the next hour they played chess
and sipped wine while trying to outsmart the other. Sean was quite
impressed. She could indeed play, and her concentration was
impeccable. He tried to break it by gazing at her intently in a
seductive manner or running his foot up her bare leg under the
kitchen table. Nothing he did could faze her except the one time he
ran his tongue over his bottom lip. She winced for a second before
clearing her throat and knocking his last knight out of the way. He
was stumped. Dumbfounded. He’d spent so much time to break her
concentration that he hadn’t realized what had happened. No matter
which way he moved any of his pieces, she’d set it up where his
king would be defeated.

“
You wanna play again?” she
asked, peering at him over her glasses before setting them on the
table next to all the chess pieces she seized from his
side.

Chuckling, he poured himself another
glass of wine. “No. It’s clear to me I can’t play chess with a
pretty girl.”

She nodded her head with a gloating
expression. “Uh huh. You spent all that time trying to break my
concentration and ended up losing, but you made some smooth moves
as well.”

He bounced out of the chair and drew
her up to him. “You want to experience some more of my smooth
moves.”

“
What do you have in
mind?”

“
Wait right
here.”

Remembering the crate of records he
saw on the floor in front of her bookshelf, he skipped off in that
direction. He stooped down and thumbed through her jazz
collection.

“
Sweet,” he said, holding
up a Thelonious Monk record. “You have all of the
classics.”

“
They belonged to my
father. I grew up listening to jazz and blues thanks to him. He
played them all the time.”

Sean raised himself back up and
noticed the record player on the second shelf. Turning it on, he
placed the record on it. He hadn’t played one in years, so he
carefully set the needle on the first song as to not scratch it. He
was certain her father’s collection was sentimental to
her.

“
Brilliant Corners” filled
the room, and he made the few steps back to her and pulled her to
him once more, encircling his arms around her waist.

“
So you’re going to show me
your dance moves?”

“
For now.” He twirled them
around as she giggled uncontrollably.

Sean was surprised at himself tonight.
When he’d first arrived, his intent was to grab her to him and kiss
her senseless before she could close the door. His manhood was
still half awake from spending all day with her planting his
garden. However, for some reason he knew it wasn’t time yet even if
she thought it was.

After the third song, they crashed on
the couch with her straddling his lap while facing him and still
laughing. He glanced at the clock on the bookshelf. It was after
midnight. He’d been having so much fun with her he hadn’t thought
about the time. Usually when he was with a woman, or women, they’d
be on round two by now, but with Traci he was enjoying himself and
sex wasn’t even on his mind, or at least not in the forefront. Not
that he didn’t want her for he did. He couldn’t believe the
willpower he possessed. If she was any other woman, he would’ve
carried her to the bed after their dance. No wait. There never
would’ve been a dance or a chess game. His idea of foreplay were
things such as hot oil massages or kissing her all over until she
begged for him to put it in.

“
What are you thinking?”
she asked, running her tongue over his mouth. He caught it between
his lips and sucked on it.

“
That you taste like
heaven.”

Delving his tongue into her mouth, he
deepened their kiss as moans of relief escaped her. She was more
passionate than he expected which rippled into him as he reached
under her skirt and grasped her hips to steady himself from her
fervent kisses. He could feel her panties through his pants and
they were hot. He wanted to glide his hand down to witness just how
hot and wet she was for him, but he didn’t. Instead, he left her
mouth and slid his tongue down her neck, rolling it around and
gently nibbling as she held unto his head. Her soft moans mixed in
with her whispering his name were doing him in. Sean didn’t know
how much longer he could hold on, but he wanted to taste all of her
before going any further.

“
Oh, Sean. That feels
wonderful.”

He skated lower to her collarbone and
down to the top of her blouse. Pulling it down, he exposed her
strapless black bra. She yanked the blouse and the bra down to her
waist to reveal her bountiful breasts. They weren’t too big or too
small. They were just right. He figured she was a B cup. Maybe 34
or 36 bra size. Whatever size they were, they fit into his large
hands as he massaged them while returning his lips to her neck
which released another erotic moan from her. Moving her body up and
down on him, he gripped her butt cheeks and pressed her harder onto
him so she could feel the rock solidness of his erection through
her panties. She leaned her head back as he planted kisses along
her collarbone and down to her breasts, teasing and taunting her
nipples. Squeezing his shoulders, she wrapped her legs around his
waist as he lifted her and flipped her over on to the couch. Taking
a nipple into his mouth once more, she let out a long purr and
streaked her fingernails down his back. Traci was like a little
wild cat, and she was throwing him off his game as her untamed
moans resonated in the air.

“
Sean … please?”

He lifted his head and positioned his
lips over hers. Her eyes were feral and dark. He knew the look; she
was past the point of no return.

“
Please what?”

She grinded against his manhood and
tightened her legs around his waist.

He captured her lips with
his, kissing her intensely as she matched him with the same
powerful rhythm. His body shook at the thought of being joined with
her, but in the back of his mind he knew it wasn’t time yet. The
more he kissed her, the deeper under her spell he was falling and
he needed to get a grip … and quick. He couldn’t remember the last
time this had happened; however, when he looked down into her hazy
eyes he knew there hadn’t been a time before this one. She was
different.
Special.
She was the woman who was making him think about taking it
slow. As much as he wanted her right then, he also knew now wasn’t
the moment no matter how much he yearned to be one with
her.

Sean lifted his head and ran a loving
hand along her cheek. Her dimples indented, and he kissed them
both. Raising himself up and then her, he shifted so she was back
on his lap facing him.

Traci ran her tongue down his neck and
began to unbutton his shirt. She was making it hard for him to keep
his will power in tact but he needed to. He gently clutched her
hands.

“
Dimples … let’s just take
this slow.”

“
I love when you call me
dimples,” she said breathlessly, diving to his neck again to begin
sucking and nibbling on it.

“
You feel so good, woman,
but I’m trying my damnednest not to unzip my pants.”

“
But I want you to.” She
kissed his lips. “I really do.”

“
I know … I can’t believe
I’m saying this, but I really want to continue getting to know you
before we go any further. Okay?”

She stared at him with wide eyes and
shook her head in disbelief. “Really?”

“
Yes, really. You seem very
surprised.”

“
Well, I am. I just thought
… well …”

“
Traci, for the first time
I want to take things slow. I’m literally shocking myself, too, but
I like you. A lot. There’s something about you that shakes me to
the pit of my stomach. When I look at your beautiful face, my heart
warms up and I have this … overpowering feeling of peace and
serenity. I’m surprising myself right now because I don’t pour out
my heart like this, but you’re doing something strange to me that I
can’t explain.”

She slid off of his lap on to the
couch, but leaned back over and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you
for being a gentleman.” She pulled up her blouse and tossed her bra
over to her bedroom area.

“
You’re welcome. I think I
should be going before that goes out the window.”

They stood at the same time and he
bent down to kiss her forehead. “Good night. I had a great
time.”

“
Me too,” she answered
softly, resting her arms around his waist and straining her neck to
look up at him. “You’re so tall. I’m going to have a crook in my
neck from staring up at you while trying to hug you.”

He gathered her up in his arms, and
she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Is that better?”

“
Yes, but you can’t always
pick me up to hug me.”

Walking with her to the door, he
kissed her gently before placing her back on the floor. “I can and
I will.” He opened the door. “Good night, dimples.”

“
Good night.”

He strolled to the elevator and was
surprised to see Garrett coming out of an apartment a few doors
down from Traci’s. “What’s up, man?”