A Casual Affair

The night air blew her layered long hair forward shielding her face. Angel Square motel loomed over her in the night, daring her to enter its dark crevices, challenging her to be brave enough to explore the desires she tried desperately to fight.

Behind its mysterious walls men and women dwelled, sheltered from the cold heartache or lonely emptiness the town of Llanview was infamous for. She wondered what her fate would be. Slipping her leather gloved hands into the comfort of her camel hair trench coat, she remained frozen to the spot. Not by the wintry blast that blew of whiffs of snow around her, but by the cold resolve that laid buried deep within. Across the street from the six story motel she watched the entrance. Parking for the place was out front on the street and she scanned both sides not seeing his car. She was early.

Figures.

Crossing the street she pulled a hand free of her coat pocket to swipe her stray locks from her face, finding her way up the icy sidewalk to the front steps. She could do this, she wanted to do this. Reaching for the door handle with her gloved hand she stepped back startled when the door opened and young couple came barreling out laughing at a shared joke. Smiling politely she stepped through the open door before it close on her. To her surprise she was welcomed by the warmth of the lobby. The fireplace blazed warming her cold cheeks from a distance. Looking around she unbuttoned her coat and moved away from the now closing door.

It appeared that the lobby was empty, except for the clerk behind the counter leafing through a biker magazine. The balding gentleman with tattoos that extended all the way up to his neck looked up at her, with the seediest eyes she’d ever seen.

“Looking for something?”

“Ah no, I’m meeting someone.”

Checking her out, he smirked dropping his eyes back to the pages of his magazine. Leaving her to once again wonder what the hell she was doing there. She never anticipated giving into him, though the flirtation between them was now at a fevered pitch. She chose this town and her job to protect her heart, to disappear and find solace. And exactly what she found in Llanview, anonymity and solace. Sure people knew her as Evangeline Williamson esq. Her reputation in the courtroom was whispered about in legal offices across the state lines. Yet know one knew her as cookie, and she preferred it that way.

Then he came along, with his piercing eyes as deep and blue as the Atlantic Ocean. His voice smoky, exuding masculinity with every throaty syllable he uttered. The kind of voice that in a whisper can arouse the most primal urges most women only discovered in the throws passion. The desire his voice conjured was the kind that turn your cheeks pink with a blush, from the thoughts it evoked. Yes it was his voice would only led to an even greater temptation. His mouth.

If you were lucky enough to escape the spell of his jeweled eyes, you were only snared by the sexy sly curve of his lips. His mouth perfectly shaped, always appeared in a crooked smile when she caught peaking up at her from behind his desk. It was framed by a scruffy shaven goatee that trimmed the outer muscles of his jaw line. When he spoke he would at times pull in his bottom lip, while his eyes revealed his intentions and communicated his desires. She had to admit she desperately wanted to know more of those desires.

His hair was medium brown, cut in layers that allowed for thick strands to fall into his face when he was excited. The first day she started as the new ADA for Nora Buchanan she walked into the bullpen, with nerves wound so tight it took her considerable effort to breathe. That was the day she saw him.

Lt. John McBain was seated on an officer’s desk swinging his left foot slowly. He was surrounded by three others dressed in their standard blues. They where huddled casually around him as he told what she assumed to be a joke men in his world would appreciate. The men held on to each word, waiting with baited breath for him to deliver the punch line, he smirked telling them the zinger and the small crowd exploded in laughter. Smiling proud of the response he glanced up and caught a glimpse of her off to the corner watching shyly. Their eyes met and she felt as if she’d melt on the spot.

Holding his gaze, she wondered why his focus was so enticing. Just standing in the lobby now waiting for him, she felt a sense of longing from the mere thought of his arrival.

Now she was here, taking the plunge she fought for so long. Letting someone in, was frightening, yet exhilarating for her. It had been quite some time since she allowed herself to feel again. Her last relationship ended with her heart so shattered, she fled and started a pattern of running that she seemed unable to stop.

Three months of spurning his advances, another month of casual dinners, and now today, this very night it would all come to an end. She knew what the invitation meant, when he came in her tiny office delivering a file that she requested from the front office clerk. He plopped on her desk looking down at her smiling devilishly. She looked up at him confused by the smug confident smirk on his face, accepting the folder.

“Tonight…”

“Tonight what?”

“Tonight you come to me.”

“Are you serious?”

“No more running, tonight we give into this….”

“John what on earth are you talking about?”

“It’s time Evangeline, I’ve waited long enough. Meet me at my place, Angel Square Motel around 8.” he said rising from her desk, walking out.

So here she was. Being impulsive and feeling like a school girl that just got picked by the captain of the football team. Walking over to the piano in the lobby she hit a couple of keys smiling. His confidence was infuriating, but admittedly sexy. He knew she would come before he even asked. Why was that?

“Hey you’ve been waiting long?”

Turning she saw him step up out of the shadows dressed in a black cotton t-shirt under his black suit jacket and dark slacks. He had his hands in his pockets, moving toward her with a confident stride. Looking her up and down he flashed her that winning smile she grew to expect when he was pleased to have gotten his way. She’d seen him even use it when interrogating criminals. A victory was a victory to him. Well he hadn’t necessarily won this battle yet.

Her coat was closed concealing the gray suit she wore to court today, but his gaze made her feel as if she was naked underneath.

“Actually I was about to leave…”

“Really?” he said, suspecting it was a lie and continuing to advance on her. His approach was silent and commanding. It was no surprise he was able to enter the lobby undetected by her. Greeted by the spicy aroma of his cologne, which exuded as much sex appeal as his presence did, she smiled into the challenging stare he fixed her with.

Easing into her personal space the way he seemed to do more frequently now, the closeness made her mind toy with the ideas of what a trip to his room upstairs would really mean for her. Lately he was driving her crazy with his light touches of her hand, or deep whispers in her ear, when he’d catch her off guard at the station. Can you believe he hasn’t so much as kissed her yet?

“Yes I was, I mean to leave a girl waiting…”

"Sorry about that, I got held up. I tried to call your cell but it was off.”

In her haste and nervousness to get here she’d forgotten to turn her cell back on when she left court. In Judge Zander’s courtroom the one thing a young attorney didn’t want to do is have her cell phone go off.

“Oh, that’s my mistake I...”

“It’s okay…c’mon” he said stepping past her heading toward the stairs out of the lobby. The clerk observed the predatory ease of his movement as he led her away and flashed her a devilish smile that that made her blush. Following him she held tightly to her purse trying to appear more in control than she actually was.

Gripping the shaky railing the soft click of her $300 shoes echoed up the narrow stairway with each step she climbed. Frowning lifting her hand from the sticky railing she shook her head not understanding why a Lt. would live out of a hotel room, especially in one such as this. It wasn’t quite the place for a romantic interlude, but somehow the dark privacy it offered seemed fitting for who he was.

He glanced back over his shoulder at her to make sure she was following. She looked up and smiled at him weakly then dropped her head continuing to climb the stairs. Oh god was she really going to go through with this? She thought.

Coming off the landing of the stairwell into the dark paneled hallway, she heard a TV blaring from one room and a bluesy tune drifting out of another.

“Seems like your neighbors are up,” she said smiling

“Yeah, its dinnertime one of the nosiest for the floor.” He said pulling his keys from his pocket and unlocking the door. Evangeline watched his hand turn the knob slowly holding in her breath. This was it. If she wanted out of this now was the moment.

"He stood in the doorway watching her. Folding his arms he smiled slyly at her hesitation “Are you coming in?” he asked waiting on the excuse he knew she’d give.

“Maybe this isn’t a good idea…”

“Are we here again? It took you four months to come to my doorstep. What are you afraid of?”

“I’m not afraid.”

“Of course you are, not of me, of yourself.”

She looked at him confused “Are you kidding me? You don’t know me well enough to say that.”

“Would you mind finishing this conversation inside, I’m not really partial to entertaining the entire floor with our first fight. ..”

She looked around her and felt foolish. Of course he was making light of it, their attraction was no big deal to him. The man wasn’t asking for her hand in marriage. They were consenting adults after all. Staring at him for a moment longer she did something she had refused herself since her last heartbreak, she acted on what she felt and not what she thought.

“Fine..” she said walking through the door.

He held the door for her smiling at her posturing, underneath it all he knew she craved a little pushing, a reason to seek more. Whatever held her back was losing its battle and he loved the idea of being the benefactor of that private war.

Closing the door he watched her take measured steps through his tiny suite inspecting it. Her purse on her shoulder slowly fell from her arm and she shed her coat effortlessly tossing it to the sofa. He looked at her curves that turned her standard business suit into something more seductive, causing his imagination to go into hyper drive.

All the guys at the station loved to see her coming. They’d stop as she passed to watch the way her long legs moved gracefully under the mid thigh skirt she wore. Her power conservative suits she sported reflected the confidence she carried in her stride, but hinted at the femininity it sculpted underneath. Her hair always seemed to flow around her shoulders, as the layers fell into feather light waves that cascaded down her back.

Beauty was the least of her charm, it was her unassuming manner and shyness whenever complimented that made her such a great temptation. That and the fact that she was the only woman he’d met in a while that seemed to resist him without much effort.

“This place has quite an appeal to it,” she said looking back at him trying to be nice.

John shrugged taking off his suit jacket, dropping it on the back of the chair in front of the desk to the right of him. “It serves a purpose” he replied, his short sleeves on the cotton t-shirt hugged his muscled arms tightly.

She looked at the tattoo peeking beneath and wondered what it was. Watching him take off his gun and badge she wondered more about him. In all the dates they shared, they both had perfected the knack of talking about every and anything but themselves. Glancing around she saw nothing personal and it only deepened the mystery of who he really was. All she knew to be true is that he’d lived in Llanview for three years.

The question was, why did he live like he could leave at any moment? “How long have you lived here?”

“Over a year…”

“What?” she gasped.

“I’m friends with the owner.” He said casually walking toward her.

He reached for her hand turning it over to reveal the delicate veins at the top of her wrist before kissing it tenderly causing the tiny hairs on the nape of her neck to stand on end. Her eyes fluttered from the contact and she thankfully recovered quickly, just as she felt his free hand go to the single button holding her suit jacket closed. Unbuttoning it he looked her in the eye. “You okay with this?”

She nodded not sure what to say. Easing her jacket off her shoulders he ran his hands over the soft silky fabric of her blouse, imagining that her skin underneath was even softer. Evangeline hadn’t thought this seduction through, her hands trembled with nervousness and she considered again for the 100th time fleeing. But the gleam in his eyes wouldn’t permit it, she was in his lair, and far beyond any hope of retreat. Looking directly into his eyes she breathed slowly accepting the fact this was it.

He ran his finger lightly over the contour of her face, taking his time stopping at her mouth. Parting her lip slightly he gave her a wicked grin. She sucked in her bottom lip nervously and looked away. He however didn’t mind, cupping her chin he lifted it so her head tilted back. She looked back into his face just as he lowered his to hers. Kissing her lips soft as clouds tasting as sweet as a honeycomb fresh from a buzzing hive, he watched as she closed her eyes slowly. She however couldn’t resist the delightful feel of his lips connecting with her own. Enjoying it immensely as his tongue grazed teasingly across her bottom lip forcing them to part and grant him entrance.

He smiled at her submission, allowing his tongue to uncurl in her mouth. Stepping back on her heel from the weight of his kiss, she made to push away, but he countered her move with one of his own. Swooping her into his arms his fingers spread across her hip then traveled even lower gripping her butt and squeezing it while he kissed her deeper and further than she thought possible.

Opening her mouth wider her tongue swirled slowly around his as she gave in to the feeling of weightless within his arms. The kiss was extended to the side of her face then neck and he placed both hands on her butt pushing her hungrily into his tall hard frame.

“Ah…” she moaned, her heart traveling at speed so dangerously fast she felt it would explode from her chest, while her center grew wet with desire, the temperature in the room shot up ten degrees. He was moving fast and she was barely keeping up. Feeling him smile when he brought his mouth back to hers she once again grew irritated by his arrogance and made to escape his hold.

Yet his arrogance was justified because he anticipated her resistance and lifted her by her butt pushing her up against the wall making a soft thud. She felt her skirt rising to her hips, just as he pushed her legs apart to gain further access to her. John threw his hand up to the wall on the side of her to brace himself, pushing his pelvis against her, rubbing his thick penis between the warmth that lied in between her legs.

The never-ending kiss satisfied one need, but finally having and feeling her only fueled his others. Forcing his tongue deeper down her throat he let go of his hold on her to start working her out of her blouse.

Overwhelmed by his insistence Evangeline struggled to keep up with his demands. Trapped in his kiss feeling her clothes peal away from her, she let her eyes roll into her head from the erotic adrenaline rush that coursed through her veins. To be a first kiss it was the most the passionate one of her life.

John wanting to devour her right then and there held her tongue captive, but when he discovered the softness of her breasts he finally relented seeking them out instead. Ripping at her bra he snapped the thin fabric causing them to bounce free. He immediately lowered his head closing his mouth around her dark chocolate nipple licking the circumference of it as he sucked it demandingly.

She hit her head back against the wall raising her left knee to wrap her long leg around his hip. “That’s right sweetness, give in to it.” He whispered in a husky voice dripping with desire as his hand slid between her legs pushing her panties aside.

The shock of his fingers parting the petals of her vagina before they gave her an erotic massage caused her to pant loudly, and then bite down on her bottom lip so hard she swore she bit threw it.

“I’ve only begun with you….” he said releasing her but panting in her face, putting his forehead against hers. “I want you”

“I see” she said replied breathlessly her shirt hanging open, and her bra torn. He stepped back to get a look at her and she reached to close her bra and pull down her skirt now rolled up to her hips, but he pushed her hands away. “Don’t” he said disappointed she still felt shy with him. “Take it off, all of it” he said staring her in the eye.

“I…well…”

"Take it off Evangeline, undress for me. Please.” he said nodding encouraging her to trust him.

She had to smile at his polite challenge. Feeling warmed under his stare and burning with desire between her legs she let her shirt fall from her shoulders to the floor. He smiled sexily at her submission and stepped back pulling his shirt over his head.

Evangeline kept her eyes on the contour of his muscled chest as she unrolled her skirt, sliding the zipper down her hips to drop it to her feet and step out of it. The bed only several feet from them John went to it unbuckling his belt, stepping out of his pants before falling back on it. He put one arm behind his head and extended his hand to her with the other, gesturing for her to come close.

She moved away from the wall, shaking off her bra from her shoulders. He wouldn’t allow her to be shy or overwhelmed in their passion. He wanted an equal partner all the way. She liked that. Holding his gaze, she revealed her breasts to him and smiled at the lustful stare he fixed them with. Hooking her thumbs in the rim of her panties she slowly pulled them down her hips, letting them fall to the floor. As soon as she approached the bed he reached her pulling her to him and rolling her over him to her side.

“I knew you were beautiful, but I have to admit I didn’t know how much” he said kissing her again while pulling her leg up across his thigh.

His hand, finally making contact with her bare skin, traveled across the silky smoothness of it, causing her to sigh softly from his touch.

Forgetting the reasons why it wouldn’t work and letting go any expectations she should have if it did; she just wanted to feel again. To be desired and needed again. Rolling on top of him she positioned herself to take him in and once she did the last of her inhibitions melted away.

John opened his eyes to the feel of her rocking back and forth in his lap applying circular motions as she did so. Her eyes closed and lips parted, he could hear the soft sweet sound of her moans causing him to stare up at her in awe

Running his hands across the softness of thighs he let out deep breaths, trying to hold on. The rotation of her hips tightened and squeezed the grip she had on his manhood and he gasped under the unexpected force she used to bend his will.

Evangeline shuddered with ecstasy taking him all in. Looking down into his handsome face she saw him slipping away loosing that calm cool demeanor he always had with her.

She liked that most of all.

Increasing the motion, bracing her hands against his chest and now bouncing in his lap, she listened with delight as he called out her name. Unable to withstand much more he grabbed her, flipping her to her back. Evangeline gasped from the sudden maneuver, blinking rapidly trying to catch her breath. He smiled, having her where he wanted her and began to apply thrusts that made her teeth chatter.

Trying to speak, to tell him to slow down, she opened her mouth and her heard herself cry out in a voice foreign to her. Todd never made her feel this way, though he came close many times. Feeling his lips cover hers she kissed him as he pounded and twisted her body, taking what he needed and giving more than she wanted. Biting his lip as she neared her climax she dug her manicured nails into his massive shoulders tense with muscled strength, trying to hold on.

It was no use. He slowed his pace and rocked her through the mattress making her climax inevitable. She moaned loudly with his tongue twirling in her mouth and felt herself disappear into him. Grabbing her hands, putting them behind her head she opened her eyes, now heavy with desire and looked at him confused.

She thought they were nearing the end but the desire that burned in his eyes when he looked up at her and smirked, let her know they had just begun. Pinning her to the bed and holding her tightly he kissed and sucked her neck hungrily as he worked his hips pulling in and out of her slowly.

Her vagina was now slippery and pulsating from his power over her responded to his invasion with demands of its own. She tighten her thighs squeezing tightly each time he penetrated her forcing him too loose more and more control

The consummation of their burning hot need for one another grew into something neither wanted to let go. He forced himself to go further and held her down to force her to come with him. Kissing her face, neck, collarbone and anywhere else he could find with his limited reach, he tried to have her all at once.

Hearing her cry out, moan, wheeze and plead for him to just end what seemed like an eternity of lovemaking, only made him more determined to continue. He loved, making love to her. It had to be lovemaking, because sex never felt so good.

No longer able to stand the heat of their lovemaking and desperate for a release of his own, he finally gave into her pleas and shook them both with a thunderous orgasm that made his toes curl.

Collapsing on her, he released the strong hold he had on her wrists. Evangeline sighed with relief, her arms aching from the forced position, and other parts aching more from the power exuded over her.

He laid his head on her chest and listened to the rapid sound of her heartbeat wheezing, unable to see through the sweat dripping in his eyes. Neither of them could speak and if they could they wouldn’t know what to say.

Yes, they wanted this, both had hoped to gain some satisfaction from connecting with someone again, but what happened in this tiny hotel room tonight went way beyond what either of them expected.

What did it all mean? For him, having her this way enslaved him. He wouldn’t entertain the thought of not being with her again. Years of pleasing himself with women and guarding his heart had made him quite masterful at the art of seduction, but not since the loss of his beloved had he melded so completely with a woman. Who was she really, and was he safe in her arms?

For her, the sudden shift in her emotions, coupled by the inability to maintain control terrified her. He’d tried to seduce her with his charm and cute wit many times over the past months; she was able to keep him at bay.

Tonight she agreed to this in hopes of quieting that budding curiosity over what charged the air with electricity whenever he was near. Now she had made a grave error in judgment. This wasn’t a casual affair, not the kind she had hoped for. He was much more and god help her she liked it.