She caught me in the stacks.
She found me among my books.
She pinned me with a look and walked slowly into my space.
Impaled by pale blue eyes I couldn't move. I couldn't speak.
She looked down at me and studied my face. A sly smile drew across her lips.
She held me in her gaze - I was lost. I was helpless. She had me.
Her fingers traced my ear, jaw, my neck, onto my chest - leaving her presence beneath my skin.
I wanted to close my eyes and revel in her touch - but they was held in place by hers.
A slow downward brush of her hands and my girls jump free of my top.
Like wanton children -- eager, erect, and ready to play.
(PANIC!) NO!! Someone will see! -- (But somehow I didn't care.)
A sharp pinch and twist. Pain and delight. Fear and want. Exposed and possessed.
I leaned back against the window, wanting, needing, pleading with my eyes...aching for much more.
Another slow, sly smile. She knew she had me.
She leaned in. "Tonight at 9:00." A command? An invitation? No! Both!
She turned and walked away. Her scent left hanging with the dry smell of dust and leather.
My knees shook. My garden freshly watered. I remembered my girls and returned them to their soft cradle.
My body was electric and alive as it waited for 9.
