“Please,” I groan, when his mouth leaves mine, leaving a trail of kisses down my neck. It’s doing nothing to cool me off, though, if anything it only has me burning even hotter for him.
Lincoln pulls back with hesitancy and says, “I want nothing more than to have you coming apart in my arms, but it’s too soon. This thing we have between us, I want it all, the dates, the late-night phone calls, the early morning texts, and eventually I want everything you have to give.”
“Wow, okay. I really want that, too, I’m sorry if I came on too strong,” I dip my head down in shyness, but Lincoln doesn’t allow that. He tips my chin back up so that I’m looking into his eyes, “Nothing to be sorry about, I’m just letting you know my intentions, Presley.”
“Okay.” His arms wrap around my body, bring me closer to him, this time his hands don’t move against my body like they were, and I get lost in the movie.
10
Lincoln
Pulling away from Presley was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life. I wanted her any way I could have her, but I also know we live in a small town, people talk, and I don’t want them to tarnish her name. Plus, I want to do this right, for her and for me.
I want to slowly build up to something so much more than just two people getting together.
“The movie was really good, I’m sorry we didn’t make it to dinner. Popcorn is a big overindulgence of mine,” Presley says as I walk her towards the front door of her duplex. Her keys are in her hand, purse on her shoulder, and her cardigan hanging over the other arm. I trail behind her, watch her skirt swoosh back and forth, giving me a teasing glimpse of her upper thighs, not to mention the bounce she has going on with her ass. It’s enough for me to get on my knees and pay homage to it.
“Yeah, it was. We can do dinner another time,” I say and clear my throat to empty the thoughts I have of seducing Presley right here on the front lawn. If we were at my place, it could happen easily. No neighbors right on top of us, nothing but the breeze of the canal behind my house, and the trees swaying in the distance.
Fuck, I rub the back of my neck, following Presley up the front steps to her small porch.
“I know we said we’d be taking this slow, but would you like to come in for a little bit? I promise to kick you out promptly at nine o’clock.” She’s nervous around me now. Something I hate to see, especially since it’s basically my fault.
“Yeah, babe. I’ll come in. What I said at the theatre, fuck, it wasn’t meant to make you feel like we can’t do more. Simply stated, I want more time together before we rip each other’s clothes off,” I tell her as I cup her cheek, stooping down so we’re eye to eye.
“I know and appreciate that more than you know. I’m well…I’m just a little embarrassed. I’ve never felt this way before and it’s a lot to take in,” she says, with a hitch in her throat.
“We’ll navigate this together, promise.” I kiss her forehead and back away, allowing her to open the door.
I follow her lead, shutting and locking the door once we’re in the house. She hangs her purse, sweater, and keys up on the hook she has by the front door.
“Want something to drink?” Presley asks.
“I’m good,” I take a look around her place. It fits Presley’s personality. She has flowers and plants growing on a few window ledges, magazines laying out on the coffee table, throw blankets on the back of the couch, but what makes me grin is the huge television she has mounted on her wall.
“I’m going to get a glass of water, make yourself at home. The remote is on the table,” she says as she walks towards the kitchen.
I plop down on the couch, it’s a lot more comfortable than I expected it to be with it being so small. I turn on her television, carelessly flipping through channels until she decides to join me.
If this is any indication of what a Sunday will look like with Presley, I’m more than ready to settle down and build a life with her.
11
Presley
Lincoln left earlier than nine o’clock. Though that could be because I was yawning every few minutes, even at the age of twenty-three, after working all week, then having a girls’ night out the night before. I was pooped and my work week was about to start all over again.
True to his word, he called me last night as he was getting ready for bed, and I woke up this morning to a text message. It sparked a very in-depth conversation about dinner plans. I told Lincoln we could have dinner here, he insisted on having it out, but I finally won. Stating I’m a home body and as much as I loved being out with the girls and then the movies yesterday, I just want to be a couch potato, watch television, and eat.