Evie felt tears gather in her eyes. One dropped to her cheek. Before she could wipe it away, Tim caught it on his thumb. Bringing it to his lips, he licked it with a flick of his tongue. Breath caught in Evie's throat, making her gasp. It was the singularly sweetest, and sexiest, thing a man had ever done.
"I sure hope the divorce is final soon," Evie gasped. "Because I can't wait months."
"Did you mean to say that aloud?" Tim leaned close, gazing into her eyes.
"No. Kinda slipped out all on its own."
Tim took her hand, brushing the palm with his thumb. "Believe me, I want it settled, too. Not just because I'm attracted to you. I want to see where this goes. I really like you, Evie."
"Since the second your hand caught in the door, I've wanted to—" he raised her hand to his lips, kissing it so gently, she almost didn't feel it. However, the thrill that ran down her spine was certainly convincing. His tongue tickled the center of her palm while his thumb continued to rub in slow circles. He nipped the base of her thumb, his eyes locked on hers.
Evie jumped, feeling herself approaching an orgasm. Would he really make her cum in public? He seemed intent on it. Pulling her hand, Evie broke the bond, but she couldn't conceal the flush of pleasure he'd given her.
"I can delight you even with all your clothing on," he whispered.
"You're an evil man, Timothy O'Brian," she said as quietly.
"No, but a damn good one," he replied without conceit.
"Am I now part of your research, Mister O'Brian?"
"No, Miss Winthrop. I only wish you were. It would make it a lot more fun."
They talked a short while longer, then Tim escorted her upstairs. He wanted badly to kiss her, but he knew his limitations, and he'd already exceeded them. Tasting her tears, touching her so innocently, but erotically, had made him mad with desire. If he allowed himself more, he would step over the invisible line of no turning back.
Instead, Tim raised Evie's hand to his lips. He kissed the crest of her wrist before turning it over to buss the palm. With a little thrill of deceit, he allowed himself to continue what he started earlier. Her eyes widened, but she held still, inhaling sharply. Little, breathy gasps marked his progress. A low moan, accompanied by a shudder heralded his success. Her eyes, coal black with desire, moved to his face, questioningly. His smile secretive, Tim brushed her cheek with his lips. He smelled her sex scent and smiled again.
"Good night," he growled softly in her ear. "See you tomorrow, Evelyn."
"B-bye." She fumbled getting her door open and dashed into her apartment. She had never been so disconcerted by a man. "I'm a mess!" she gasped, her back to the door. She slid down to sit on the floor. "How did he do that?" More to the point, would he do it again?
© 2016 Dellani Oakes