Madison Awakening

“So, you said you wanted more time. What does that consist of exactly?” I ask as I continue tasting the other delicious treats.

“I have some ideas. Is there anything you won’t do?” He asks with a playful undercurrent. I am unable to keep my mind out of the gutter as I wonder if we are talking in sexual terms or general ones.

“Well, I’ll usually try anything once. And I am very competitive. Regardless of the activity, I want to win.”  Jonathan smiles at my admission.

“Good to know, because I am exactly the same way.” He says, holding me with his seductive smirk. I reply to his subtle challenge with a roll of my eyes. He laughs with a warm robust sound and I join him.  

We continue to enjoy our final course with easy, comfortable conversation as the waiter and the blonde come to clear our table for the last time. I realize the date is coming to a close and I feel a surprising pang of sadness. I try to shake it off knowing my mission was accomplished. But the fact Mr. Cain seems a little too perfect, makes me suspicious. 

Regardless of how amazing he has been tonight, in my gut, I know he’s hiding something. And I already know the pain of believing in someone’s perfection. But the overwhelming chemistry between us is a concern…as well as an enticement.

I can see Jonathan has the same realization about our date as he looks at the bottom of his coffee cup. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yes.” I say with a weak smile.

He stands, moving gracefully over to me, pulling out my chair once again, as I stand. Taking my hand, we walk towards the back of our private dining area to a secret exit. I am glad we don’t have to walk through the general dining room, maintaining our intimate seclusion. Walking through the innocuous doors towards the SUV, Michael is standing waiting for us.  

Once the door is opened, I slide into the far side of the backseat, shimming over as lady-like as I can. Jonathan follows behind me, pushes a button from I don’t know where, causing a partition to rise as soon as Michael closes the door behind him. I can only hear Michael get into the front seat and begin to drive.

Before I can speak a word, Jonathan pounces on me, grabbing me under my knees and swinging my body to face him. He slides his hands down my calves and caresses my ankles, lifting them so they rest on his lap. I can’t speak, surprised at the sudden forcefulness as he holds me with his hazel stare.  

Jonathan’s massive hands continue their steady accent from my ankles to my thighs, grabbing me firmly and pulling me onto his lap. Drawing me closer, I hope he can’t my heart race.

“I want to finish my dessert.” He whispers seductively in my ear, causing a simultaneous chill and heat sensation deep in my body.

“I thought we already had dessert.” I whisper back coquettishly.

“Not even close.”  

And with that statement he places his hand at my nape and draws my lips to his.  We become all hands and mouths kissing passionately exploring the newness of each other. His soft lips claim mine in an overwhelming hold. I can feel myself becoming woozy, and his rigid column growing underneath me. I release a soft moan into his mouth then he slowly descends along my jaw, down my neck, nipping and sucking along the way. In my head, I want to stop him. My brain keeps trying to make my body cooperate, but it can’t. He returns to my lips and I’m lost in him again.

“You are so beautiful, Madison. Your body feels so good…” He says in between our passionate kisses, moving his hands to my behind grabbing it with a sensual force.  I groan in response to his touch as I can feel the slickness of my core puddle in between my legs. Losing my conviction, the need for more than just his kiss intensifies. Then, abruptly, he pulls away, staring at me under a dark, hooded stare.

“We are here.” He blurts out, breathing hard.