Accidentally on Purpose (6 page)

"What are you doing here?" I asked, completely flustered to find him at my door.

"Don't tel me you changed your mind."

"About what?"

"Our date?"

I shook my head. "Our date isn't until tonight. Nine o' clock."

"Let's face it, Emmy. We're both getting a little too old for late night dates."

"You meant nine in the morning?"

"Wel , it's nine, and it's morning, and I'm here, so..."

I suddenly felt extremely stupid. Now it al made sense - the pancakes he wanted to treat me to, the trip to Atlantic City, and something about

having me home before it got too late.

"I'm sorry," I said, waving him in. "I'm such an idiot."

"Yeah, but at least you're appropriately dressed for our date."

I threw a rubber glove at him. "Make yourself comfortable in the family room or living room, but don't step on my kitchen floor." I wagged a finger

at him. "It's stil wet."

I took the steps two at a time to go properly get ready for my date. I showered in record time, dressed in jeans, a tight black sweater and a pair

of black Timbs. I brushed my hair, pul ed it back in a tight ponytail and grabbed my leather coat.

"You look fantastic," Luke said when I found him watching ESPN in the family room.

"Thanks. I'm sorry I made you wait."

"You didn't take long at al , especial y for a girl."

"Wel ,
thanks
," I said. I snatched my Coach bag off of the couch. "Ready?"

We decided to skip the pancake breakfast and hit up the drive-thru at Dunkin Donuts instead. We drove to Atlantic City talking, laughing, and

arguing about what music to play on the radio. We were only forty minutes into our date and I was already finding myself attracted to Luke in ways

I'd never thought I could be. Even though we had been friendly with each other for a long time, I was feeling a little fluttering in my chest, something I

didn't feel in the past with Luke. I tried to wave off what I was feeling, and nearly succeeded until we were on the boardwalk.

It was late January and the temperature by the ocean was always much cooler, especial y with the wind-chil . I should have worn a warmer coat,

but I wanted to look cute. Now I was paying the price. I was so cold that my teeth chattered violently, making a loud clacking sound.

Luke took off his coat and put it on my shoulders.

"Oh, no," I said trying to hand it back to him. "You'l f-f-f-freez-z-ze," I managed.

"I wil be fine until we get into the casino." He again wrapped the coat around me. His hand brushed against my cheek and the fluttering returned four fold. He took my hand and led me down the boardwalk.

We sat side by side for a couple of hours, leisurely playing the fifty cent slots. At some point, we both turned in our seats so that our legs were

entwined while we talked, played, and sipped on the complimentary drinks the casino supplied. We did a little shopping on the boardwalk and ate

at the Hard Rock Café before jumping back on the expressway.

In the car, Luke drove with one hand on the back of my seat and the other on the wheel. I leaned in his direction as much as my seatbelt would

let me.

"I hope I didn't bore the hel out of you today," he said.

"Don't be ridiculous. I am having a great time. I have to admit, I've never had a first date at a casino."

"It wasn't one of my better ideas."

"No, it was fine - different. I like different sometimes. If we didn't already know each other, it could have been awkward."

He smiled at me, and we drove in silence for a couple of minutes. Every few seconds he would glance over at me, his smile unfading.

"I'm sorry I kept saying no," I said, breaking the silence.

"What?"

"You've asked me out before, a few times over the years. I said no, and now I regret it."

"It's okay. It took you awhile to realize what a fine specimen I am."

"I didn't say al of
that
," I gave him a warning look. I looked at the time on the dash. It was almost six, stil early. We spent the whole day together, but I wasn't ready to end the date. "So, what are you going to do with the rest of your weekend?"

He looked at me with a slightly guilty expression.

"What?" I asked. When he didn't answer, I pinched his arm, making him laugh and pul away. "What?"

He replaced his hand on the back of my seat and sighed.

"I was hoping that you would have had such a great time that I would have my second date with you tomorrow."

"What if I wasn't interested or what if I were busy washing my hair?"

"I would have to graceful y bow out and thank you for the one good day you gave me."

"Such a gentleman."

"And then I would go back to work and spread ugly rumors and write dirty things about you on the men's bathroom wal ."

"Damn. I guess I should go out with you again. I don't need
another
story written about me on the bathroom wal ."

"I'm cool with you accepting a date due to my blackmail."

"I'm sure you are. What are you doing tonight, my blackmailing friend?"

"Whatever you let me do." He raised an eyebrow.

"That sounds dirty."

His eyes widened and he chuckled. "I didn't mean it that way, although if you put on that outfit you had on this morning, I may not be able to

control myself."

"You
wish
you had my pink rubber cleaning gloves."

"Don't forget your bleached short shorts. They would look hot on my legs."

"I wil pay you a thousand dol ars to wear only my short shorts and my pink rubber gloves."

"Whatever turns you on, baby."

"I'm about to pee my pants just thinking about it."

"Kinky."

"Do you want to do something tonight?" I asked. "Like rent some movies or something?"

"Sure. We can stop at the grocery store and pick up some junk food."

"I like junk food." I smiled, relieved that he agreed.

We hit up a Wal-Mart to pick up a couple of movies from Redbox and to grab our junk food before heading over to Luke's place. I instantly felt

at home there. The décor was simple, but pleasant and it was clean and warm.

As we stood in the kitchen, sorting through our goodies and drinking beer, I was suddenly overwhelmed with nervousness. I knew that eventual y

he would try to kiss me, and thinking about it sent adrenaline racing through my veins. I realized that I real y, real y liked Luke, enough where I was

seriously ready to make the first move and kiss him in the middle of his rant about how Oreo cookies aren't what they used to be. He looked up at

me, stuttered a few times, and then just seemed to forget what he was saying altogether. I didn't say anything, or act surprised that he stopped

talking. I just stared at him, feeling my heart pounding in my throat.

"Wow." He said.

"What?"

"You just left me speechless."

"I didn't do anything," I lightly shook my head and smiled a confused smile.

"I know," he said and moved in closer to me. "I love that you can do nothing and leave me speechless." He wrapped his arms around my waist

and I linked my fingers behind his neck. We stood like that for a moment, staring at one another in silence.

"I have a confession," he said softly.

"Oh no," I sighed. "It's not about the gloves is it?"

"No," he grinned, and gave me a quick peck on the lips. "I've seriously been crushing on you for about three years."

"Real y?" I was genuinely surprised. His asking me out a few times never equated to a crush to me. A crush was more than just idle curiosity or

even mild admiration.

"Okay, maybe more than crushing. I'm pretty sure I've had some pretty strong feelings for you for a long time."

Wel , that was an even bigger development than a crush. Now
I
was speechless.

"Maybe I shouldn't be tel ing you this on our first date," he sighed and started to pul away, but I held fast to him.

"It's okay," I said, my voice shaky. I real y liked Luke, but I wasn’t sure that I was on the same level as him, but I did want him. Just maybe not as

strongly as he wanted me, but I thought that could grow, easily. It's not like I had anything else going on, especial y with Kyle.

I froze at the thought of him. Why had my mind gone there? Why did I think of Kyle in this exact moment? It was just one weekend, so why was I

so hung up on it?

I didn't have time to think about it, because Luke suddenly kissed me. The kiss was so strong, fueled by three years of "strong feelings" and

secret crushing, and hurt feelings from al of the times I turned him away. It was the sweetest, most sensual kiss I had ever had and I found myself

completely lost in it. When I thought I would absolutely and happily drown in his wonderful kiss, he pul ed away and groaned.

"What's wrong?" I asked, a little alarmed until I saw the smile creep onto his face.

"I have to stop kissing you or I'm going to go too far."

I smiled a devilish smile and bit my bottom lip.

"Don't look at me like that," he said huskily, unable to take his eyes off of my face.

I pushed myself up on my toes and touched my lips to his. He couldn't help, at first, but to kiss me back. His hands gripped onto my ass as he

pressed himself against me. He suddenly pul ed away again.

"Oh my god, you're driving me crazy," he whispered. He backed away completely and started gathering our junk food. "I think we better go

watch the movie before I drag you to my bed."

I couldn't tel you what was happening on the TV screen. My eyes saw the pictures, but could not register what was happening, especial y since

my eyes kept fal ing on Luke. I knew he knew that I was watching him, because he grinned and threw a cookie at me without taking his eyes off of

the screen. Boldly, I closed the distance between us and kissed his neck. He pretended not to notice, but I heard a very quiet sigh escape his lips. I

left a trail of kisses from his neck, across his cheek, and to his awesome lips. He kissed me back for a moment, but gently pushed me away.

"You have no self-control," he said with a lustful smile.

"You have too much," I countered.

He kissed me again, but only quickly.

"You're making this real y hard for me," he said quietly, holding my face in his hands.

"So, maybe you should give in."

"I don't want you to think that's al I want from you."

"What else do you want from me?"

"Everything," he whispered and brushed his lips against mine.

Embarrassment flooded through my face. I careful y removed his hands and backed away to the other side of the couch.

"God, I must look like a complete hoochie," I said with an embarrassed smile.

I was mortified that I threw myself onto him like that. Of course I wanted more from him, too. I real y liked him, strongly liked him, and I wanted to

explore the possibilities, but my first inclination was to get him into bed. What a slut.

"You don't look like a hoochie," he said, moving closer to me.

"Oh, I'm so embarrassed," I leaned over and hid my face in my knees. "You probably want the first time to be special and I'm just like 'hey, let's

bang on the couch.' Ugh…"

"Hey, hey," he said soothingly and rubbed my back. "Come on, sit up. I want to see your pretty face."

I blew out a huge breath of frustration and then sat up and looked at Luke. He trailed a finger across my cheek to my lips. He stared at my lips

with concentration as he again held my face between his hands. His thumbs slowly ran over my lips and I had the inclination to suck on one. I real y

couldn't help myself. I was out of control as I slowly and seductively sucked on his thumb. He watched with heated fascination for a while, until he

suddenly stood up and took me by the hand out of the room, and down the hal to his bedroom.

Standing in front of the bed, he kissed me harder than before, and reached up and cupped a breast in each hand. I groaned when I felt his

fingers gently squeeze my hardened nipples through my sweater. He pul ed back, and quickly removed my sweater and camisole under that. My bra

was unhooked and thrown across the room.

"Take your hair down," he demanded.

I did as I was told and he kissed me again, gripping the back of my hair.

"Sit down," was his next command.

I sat down and watched as he unlaced my boots and threw them, along with my socks, to random areas of the room. He unbuttoned my jeans

and al owed me to stand up only long enough to pul my jeans and panties off of my hips. I didn't see where he threw them, because I was watching

him with anticipation as he kneeled before me, spread my legs, licked two fingers and slid them inside. In a matter of seconds he had me

squirming and having an orgasm on his fingers.

Wrapping his arms under my thighs and putting his hands under my ass, he pul ed me forward to the very edge of the bed and buried his face

between my legs. I thought I was going to die with pleasure as I grinded against his face. When I was already feeling spent from multiple orgasms,

Luke stood up and quickly removed his own clothes. I ran my fingers over his muscular chest, down his six-pack, and fol owed the line of hair from

his bel y button down to his throbbing manhood. I repaid oral for oral, except in a way it wasn't fair. He didn't have to worry about a gag reflex when

he went down on me.

I started to rethink whether or not I wanted something that size inside of me, and I said as much out loud.

"Too late to go back now," he said with a grin.

I scooted back on the bed and he fol owed me, hovering over me.

"I might walk funny for days," I objected.

"I'm not
that
big."

"Have you seen your shit?" I asked in a high pitched voice. "There are horses across the state that are jealous of you."