An Illicit Love

Chapter 6

For a few moments neither Dave nor Catie said anything. Then Dave started, rather shakily. (Hallelujah! She was not the only one!) “Catie, I believe you know what sort of person I am after working with me for so many years. It is not my nature to do what I did on Friday. But, I will not apologize. I have been stopping myself from doing that or approaching you in another way for too long to demean it by apologizing. I am married. So are you. But I find myself so intensely attracted to you, I just couldn’t stop myself. It could have meant my dismissal if you chose to report me. I am aware of that. And yet, it did not, could not, stop me doing what I did”.

Catie was staring at Dave, whose voice had wobbled quite a bit during this speech, although his eyes had not wavered from looking directly into hers. Speechless, she had let him say what he had to say before telling him what a terrible mistake it was and that it could never happen again. That she would not report him, and that she had not enjoyed it in the least. She waited for the words to roll off her traitor tongue. But they didn’t. Her mouth was so dry that her damn fool tongue had got stuck to her palate again. How was she ever going to get the message across, if… Catie was still thinking, drowning in Dave’s deep blue eyes, when he slowly closed the distance between the, giving her a chance to retreat is she wanted. She didn’t. Couldn’t. He softly took hold of her arms, paused, and when he encountered no resistance, firmly pulled her towards him. Hesitantly. Giving her chance to pull away. Which she realized she didn’t want to do. She felt as if she was watching in slow motion as his mouth once again approached hers. Lips so warm. So soft. So Firm. So in control. So nubile. Tongue softly opening her mouth and entering to meet with hers. Dry mouth she thought? What on earth was that? It was a kiss straight from a hundred Hollywood movies, that put romantic notions of what kisses should be like into a million romantic women hearts. Catie was astounded. Entranced. How on earth could she have shared many kisses with men in the past and only felt this way now. She had truly never felt this way before.

How can you explain your whole body melting and folding itself to another body at a second kiss. A kiss for goodness sakes!!! Not making love. s*x. Call it what you will. Can a kiss wipe out all coherent thought and intentions with a few swipes of beautifully shaped lips and a seeking tongue that tasted like man personified? How can a kiss feel so right, when you are married to another? And the one kissing and holding you is too? It felt to Catie as if she had known exactly how she was going to be kissed, because every reaction melded with his perfectly. She knew how he was going to move, hold her head, draw away a little, only to plunge his tongue deeper into her mouth, tasting every inch of her as if he would die if he didn’t know her. And she mirrored his kiss. Moment for moment. Movement for movement. It was heaven. It was what every dream and thought for what she was searching for had ever been. It was reality. In that moment, she felt herself fall deeply, irrevocably in love. It was something special she realized as she experienced the taste of his mouth and swallowed his wordless murmurings, that only happened once in a lifetime. It flooded her whole body, mind and heart. This was not a casual kiss starting a fling. This was what she yearned for and needed to make her whole.

She recognized it as surely as she knew herself. This was going to be something she had thought to never experience in her life. And here it was happening to her. How could she have run from it?

She should have run, but she didn’t. How can you run from something so right? Something few get to experience in a lifetime? She knew with dead certainty that this was an extraordinary occurrence and she held onto Dave, not denying she wanted to savor and experience what was happening between them.