It had been almost two weeks since she’d heard from him. He hasn’t messaged her or returned her messages. The man who had occupied her mind and haunted her dreams had fallen off the face of the earth.
She had in this period run the full gamut of emotions. Was he playing it cool with her, not wanting to seem over keen? Had something bad happened to him? Had he had his way with her and cast her aside like some child bored with a toy. Concern had turned to anger. Despair had turned to sad resignation. How dare you disappear from her life even quicker than he appeared!
She cursed herself for having all these thoughts but deep down she knew she was powerless to stop them. In their brief time together he had taken her to places she had never been. He seemed to understand her to the extent that he was inside her head, watching, listening, controlling. A rugged mind reader who seemed to understand not only her mind but her body too. A man who understood and fed off her darkest most wanton desires and was only too happy to provide them for her. Dammit she thought, snap out of it. She was a grown woman, not some lovestruck schoolgirl. He was gone and it was time to move on. Another mistake in a long line of man related mistakes. She decided to head into town to cheer herself up.
It was still warm as he sat outside the pub sipping his rum. He hasn’t been himself of late and he had a fair idea why. He had been avoiding her this past fortnight but there was no doubt she had stalked his thoughts for most of that time. There was just something about her.
It wasn’t the sex, as good as it was. It wasn’t the fact she was putty in his skilled hands, just the way he liked his women to be. No, there was something about this girl he couldn’t quite put his finger on. The fact was no matter how much in control he was, there was a defiance about her. The feeling that behind those dark eyes there was a fire burning. A fire he had rarely seen in anyone before. It intrigued him, fascinated him and as much as he hated to admit it, scared him a little. Dammit, this girl was well and truly inside his head.
She didn’t recognise him at first. He was dressed quite scruffily in faded jeans and an old t-shirt. The main reason though was those striking eyes of his were covered by a pair of mirrored aviator sunglasses. She stopped about 20 ft from him. He was deep in thought and hadn’t yet noticed her. Her heart was pounding in her chest, a mixture of rage and desire, each one seemed to be fighting for superiority. She decided she was going to take the high moral ground and walk past him without even acknowledging his existence.
She strode past him purposefully but made the mistake of looking at him as she past. At that instant he recognised her and made to stand. Anger flashed through her and with one swift movement dropped her shopping bags and slapped him across the face so hard it sent his sunglasses flying. They both stood there stunned, neither sure how to react. He was so taken aback that he started to laugh. He didn’t mean to, it just happened. Her reaction was to start raining blows down onto him with both hands.
Calmly, and to protect himself he grabbed her and pulled her close to him. She struggled violently but he held her firm and he kissed her. Not the deep powerful kisses they had been used to but a gentle soothing kiss. She bit him at first but he didn’t stop despite the blood now flowing from his lip. He felt her body relax slightly as her fury subsided. He released his grip on her arms. He looked into her eyes, there were tears there but so was the fire that he adored.
He took her hand and hailed a taxi. Barely a word had passed between them in the taxi. There was no need. His arm was round her, her head on his shoulder. A closeness, an intimacy that they had never experienced.
For once, there was no rush. Animal lust had been replaced by a quiet intense passion. Slowly and sensually they undressed each other, savouring every moment, every touch, every gentle caress.
They made love that evening many times. Each time more intense than either of them had ever experienced. By the time they finally drifted off to sleep in each others arms they were tired but were closer than they had ever been. Both of them knew a new chapter had just begun.