Bishop
It was our first official date.
She’d waited for me until I was done with practice and then I’d dropped her off at her dorm.
Her hand hadn’t left mine and I’d peppered her hand with kisses the whole time I drove. I’d asked her to bring an overnight bag for our date. She’d answered me with a blistering kiss before leaving my truck. I’d wanted to go inside but there was no parking close by and she wanted to get ready.
I was ready to take her the way she was.
But Kara had admonished my idea and said she’d see me in an hour.
So here I was, an hour later, holding a fresh bouquet of lilies that I had Cody pick up for me.
I knocked on the door twice and texted her that I was up front.
She hadn’t responded so I figured I’d just wait.
Another minute wouldn’t kill me.
I was normally a patient man. But everything I felt for this woman was beyond my scope of patience.
Everything with her was heightened.
I didn’t have to see her to know that she was around.
I felt it when she was nearby.
As if my molecules were naturally inclined to look for her.
The door opened just as I was looking up from my phone.
“Hold on –“ I barely saw her, just a flash of red, before she ran to her room.
“I’m not done yet.” She called out, “Make yourself comfortable in the living room.”
I made room for my ass on the sofa and then stood up, realizing that I still had the blooms in my hand. “Babe, can I put these flowers in a vase?”
Her voice was clear, “Yeah, go ahead. See if you can find one by the cupboards. Your flowers have taken over my dorm.”
I smiled, scanning the room and seeing that there were flowers in glasses, vases, and even small pots everywhere. Her roommate, Anissa, had joked that she could start selling them to the neighbors and she’d make big bucks. I’d met Anissa three weeks ago when I dropped off Kara, and Anissa was cool – she laughed a lot and I never felt awkward around her. She made me feel welcomed at their dorm.
I bent down and looked under the sink and saw two empty Kerr glasses. Kara must’ve used these as vases already so I grabbed one.
I held the flowers by the sink and removed the tie that bounded them when I heard, “Did you find one?”
I sucked in a breath when I caught sight of her.
“Goddamn.”
Pushing the flowers inside the vase as fast as I could, I stepped towards her while devouring her with my eyes, soaking in the sexiest vision I’d ever seen.
She was wearing a red dress that had two thick lace straps outlining the shape of her sexy-as-sin body. The sheer material hit just above her knee, creating a look that was both vixen and innocent.
I touched her arm and I swore under my breath, “Fuck.”
Her right hand reached up to my jaw, “You like?”
This time I let my hands roam around her ass and I gently squeezed, “We won’t make it to dinner.”
Her blue eyes shimmered with a devious glint, “You have to feed me first.”
My jeans started to feel tight and snug around the zipper area, “I’ll feed you alright,” as I skimmed her arms.
“I’m serious, Bishop.” Her matching red lips pouted. “I haven’t eaten the whole day and if you’re going to work me out the whole night, you better give me food first.”
I couldn’t help it; I had to squeeze her ass again. I had waited so long, so damn long to do this with her.
“You’re right.” I conceded though my erection wasn’t going to go down anytime soon. I could wait for a few hours. “I’m going to work you the whole night.”
My mouth couldn’t wait to get a taste of her so I dipped my head down –
“Oh no, you’re not going to waste my lipstick.” She shook her head. “It took me a couple of minutes to apply it just right.”
I raised a brow, “I can reapply it for you.”
I didn’t know jack about applying lipstick, but I was willing to lie so I could taste her lips.
“Nope.” She blocked my face with a hand so I had no choice but to kiss the soft groove of her neck. Her balance became shaky and I caught her right leg with my hand. Hooking her leg to my back, I felt her foot digging on my backside.
I’d never felt this turned on in my life.
“Bishop…” Her voice was breathy as I pulled on her waist, making her feel how she made me feel.
My cock was bursting, wanting a release so bad, but my mind still ruled over me. Closing my eyes, I struggled to breathe evenly, “Babe, if we don’t get out of here right now, I’m going to fuck you right here and we won’t be able to leave till tomorrow.”
A moan escaped her lips, and her eyes turned darker, smokier, reflecting the lust I felt inside of me.
“O-okay,” Kara stuttered, as I slowly let her stand on her own and I instantly missed the heat between us. “I’m just going to grab my stuff and we can go.”
I nodded and clenched my fists, keeping them to my sides, resisting the urge to go after her and make good on my promise.
I willed myself to wait until tonight, until we were inside the walls of the hotel suite where I could pound inside of her and she could scream as loud as she wanted.
My train of thoughts weren’t helping make my cock go down so I grabbed my phone on the kitchen counter I’d set it on top of and started scrolling through the news.
Reading the news, what politicians and celebrities did on a daily basis to make their lives miserable was enough to make my boner go away.
I heard a closet door being slammed and a “Oops, sorry!” followed by giggles. Kara was usually so self-composed and her eyes always held me at bay, as if she held a curtain over herself at all times and never wanted anyone to look inside of her.
At least that’s what I’d initially thought of her.
But now that she was opening up to me, her laughter came quickly and she teased me all the time with flirty texts and photos. She spoke her mind and didn’t relent to contradict Professor Milliken in class and there were times when I thought he was just idly patronizing her but when I really analyzed it, Kara held that quality where you had no choice but to listen.
Any man who wanted to disprove her point didn’t have a chance.
Just like me, I now know that if whatever she asked of me, I would bend backwards to give it to her. Not because she ordered me around but because I liked to watch her eyes glow with happiness.
When those cornflower blue hues were filled with joy, I would do just about anything to keep it there.
Dinner came and went.
We talked about classes and how we’d both been managing our time.
She had lobster and pasta and I had steak and potatoes.
We both refused dessert.
Why?
Because by the time the server at Lotus asked us if we wanted dessert, I was ready to rip Kara’s dress from her body.
My hands lingered on her skin throughout dinner. If I had a thermometer to gauge how hot I was for her, I could tell you right now – I felt simmering to molten to ready to explode in varying degrees.
I picked up the check, tipped twenty percent, and now here we were, driving towards our hotel.
“Bishop?” Kara’s voice broke my concentration. The drive was only twelve minutes according to my phone’s GPS, but it was feeling like forever.
I lifted her hand, the one that I’d been holding since we got inside my truck, to my lips, “Yep?”
“Do you think we’re moving too fast?” Her voice was unsure, as if she’d been thinking about it.
I continued to graze the soft skin of her fingers against my mouth. Damn, even her hands smelled good. “No. Why?”
“It’s just that –“ Her pause was long enough to make me turn my head away from the road for a second so I could see her, her mouth was pursed and there was a worried look on her beautiful face.
“Tell me,” I encouraged. I valued honesty and whatever she wanted to say, she should be able to say to me without fear. “Do you think we’re moving too fast?”
I heard a sigh come of out mouth, “I just don’t want you thinking that you’re my rebound. You’re so much more than that…”
When I started pursuing her, I never cast myself as a rebound. I already knew that I wanted her. I just wanted a chance with her and now that I had it, I would not waste my time thinking that she was a fling or a one-time thing.
“I have no problem being your rebound, babe,” I said, dabbing small kisses on her hand. “But I want you to give you and me an honest try. I think we’re past the fling phase. I value you more than that. I can’t do a one-time-and-it’s-done thing with you.”
My friends were into hookups.
I wasn’t.
I knew what I wanted and when I couldn’t have it, I was willing to wait for it.
What was the point of sleeping with many women when there was no meaning in it? I didn’t understand how men often used the excuse of sleeping with as many pussies as they could so that they could forget a girl.
To me, if I wanted to forget a girl, I’d hit the gym or go on a hiking expedition.
Each one of us was wired differently, but it never made sense to me how other pussies made you forget about another pussy.
Kara didn’t say anything so I urged her, while pressing my right foot on the brake as we slowed to a stop.
“You’re not a one-time thing with me either.” She admitted, her hands starting to feel clammy on mine, “I appreciate you being patient with me. For making me feel special. It’s been a long time since a guy has made me feel like you do.”
I wasn’t going to bring up Scott because I didn’t want to ruin it for her and for me, so I lifted my head in a nod, “You’re worth it.”
Slowly she removed her hand from my clasp and for a minute I thought she wanted to let go of me.
Then I felt those soft digits stroking my arm, lightly, tentatively, making me feel fragile.
I was far from fragile, but the feelings I’d been harboring for her had been growing. I’d begun to care for her deeply and the farthest thing on my mind right now was not having her in my life.
“I care for you,” I said, shifting to drive and maneuvering the car around as I turned into a parking space. “Maybe it’s fast, I don’t know, I don’t really give much thought to the speed we’re taking. All I know is that I want to be with you.”
My truck was now stopped and I leaned my head back, my face towards her, waiting for her answer.
Against the soft glow of the lights that surrounded the parking area, her eyes were filled with heat as she said, “I want to be with you, too.”
I closed the gap between us, leaning over the console so I could get to her mouth. “Then baby… Let’s set the world aside for now because tonight, it’s just you and me.”
She’d unbuckled herself from the seatbelt, tilted her body so she could splay her hands on my chest as she said, “Yes.”