Let’s get all steamy up in here and write about sex.
If not, I promised you, my faithful readers that things would be getting interesting
and there is much more to come.
In Your Dreams
Kimmy pulled the seat belt low and tight against her lap, restraining herself.
Liza had finally stopped questioning her sanity and pushed the buds of her iPod into her ears.
“We don’t even know where he is Kimber. “
“We’ll find him Lize.”
“We don’t have any luggage. Or clothes for that matter.” she added.
“You’re a clothes buyer, my friend; I’m thinking it won’t be a problem” winking at her friend.
Liza just sighed, “Jesus, I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“Me too.” Kimmy whispered.
The opening credits to the movie started and the low squeal of the drink cart as it bumped against the seats joined the heavy hum of the engines as the plane climbed into the sky.
Liza’s breathing slowed and Kimmy shifted to support Liza’s head, thankful that her best friend was willing to indulge her crazy, last ditch attempt at doing the right thing.
The symphony of noise lulled an emotionally spent Kimmy toward sleep, her eyes suddenly as heavy as her heart.
Why had he gone to Italy?
Did he know about David?
Her thoughts raced as fast as the plane that carried her to him, swirling and bumping into one another until she gave up and let the drowsy bubble just envelope her.
Colors rushing at her, she sheilds her eyes as she searches the space in front of her, the figure is merely a shadow, a faceless body reaching for her.
“Come here.” It says.
A warm hand touches her arm pulling her close. Her skin prickles with a familiar heat as her body instinctively places itself along the contours of the figure. Like puzzle pieces locking into place; hands, shoulders, waists and hips find their way to one another.
“Dance with me?” the voice breaths in her ear.
And she sways with him, slowly, seductively to an imaginary song.
“Who are you?”
A low laugh, teasing but husky, answers “It’s me, Kimmy. “
The voice is gentle but completely nondescript, making it impossible for her to place or recognize. Yet, she feels nothing but comfort in the arms embracing her; the beat of his heart matching her own through the clothes that separate them.
Clothes she suddenly and desperately wants to remove.
Kimmy traces a line down one cheek skimming his chin and moving up the other to the bridge of his nose. She giggles as she lets her touch linger and slide down until the tip of her finger meets his lips.
Before she can stop herself her own mouth take its place.
Soft at first, a tentative offering, until his hands are cradling her, his tongue exploring and caressing her own. Waves of lust run through her blood, as his lips graze her forehead, her cheeks, the sweet hollow of her neck, leaving words in the space he has coveted and marked.
“I love you.”
“It’s always been you.”
“Give yourself to me, Kimmy.”
A safe harbor.
Gently easing his mouth back to her own, she opens her eyes and is met with deep pools of want.
“Oh.” She smiles. “It’s you.”
The grin mirrored as his mouth closes over hers again.
The bump of the wheels hitting the runway jolted Kimmy from the dream.
Without hesitation, she pulled her purse into her lap, her hands frantically exploring the hidden pockets.
As Liza stretched and yawned herself back to life, Kimmy slid the diamond back on her finger.