Blind Passion: Intimate Encounters Volume I (4 page)

Diane rose, and turned off the lights in the living room. Now she had done it, she thought to herself. But no, it had to have been old ghosts she conjured from the past. She had to let things go. All men weren’t asses. Bast trailed behind her as she slinked off into the bedroom.

Chapter Six

Friday came and went, unlike any other. Although bitterly cold, at least father sun decided to rear his radiant face. For that, Diane was thankful. The rain had taken such a toll on her, thrusting her into the slight throes of depression.  She had been in such a mental funk the entire week.

She smiled when she recalled the first time she laid eyes on the tall blond man. Sighing, she was grateful he had the balls enough to approach her, because if it were left up to her, they would have never gotten to know one another.

She opted to work from noon until seven o’clock. She had several salon owners to meet with in the city and in the county. Even though she had a website, some salon customers, especially older ones opted to use order forms she’d given them in the past. For them, it was more convenient. Two of the salons were close to running out of stock, and she had to deliver before they did.

Although her mind drifted to Ethan often, she managed to keep her cool. If he was a player, she’d find out. Excitement coursed through her veins, as it had been quite some time since she dated.

A few times, when she returned home, she glanced at the clock on the wall, and her pulse raced. Her palms became sweaty and the fluttering in her heart and butterflies in the stomach would not cease. Diane exhaled, and completed the last of the orders before clearing her desk, and turning off the computer. It would take fifteen minutes, at least, to drive to Little Italy because of traffic.

Eagerness embraced her as she made a bee-line for the bathroom and scrutinized herself in the mirror, until the thought of Ethan being blind struck her. Why should she not make a fuss over her appearance, just because the man was blind?

She sprayed a bit of musk on her pulse points, and checked her hair and make-up. Her braid out had turned into a shoulder length curly fro, so she immediately pinned it up into a fro-hawk. She fused with the black tresses that were adorned with streaks of gray. One piece of hair defiantly stuck up, mocking her. Mumbling beneath her breath, she applied some of her gel and twisted the coil around her finger before leaving the bathroom.

* * *

Just as Diane parked her car, her phone rang. Knowing it was Ethan, she quickly picked up and was greeted with his husky voice.

“Hello there. Did you park far?”

“No, I’m right up the street from the restaurant, actually on the parking lot across from La Scala’s.

Ethan laughed, “Maybe we should have made arrangements to eat there. Sit tight, I’m on my way.”

“Oh, no, you don’t have to do that.” She exited the car and walked in the direction of the restaurant. She could see him, and the sight stole her breath. The black cane with the gold lion’s head gave him a majestic like aura, which made him look wise beyond his years. A long black leather coat, different from the one he wore the other day partially covered a captivating blood red shirt. The black tie and black dress pants added a nice touch. The wind blew through his thick, long blond tresses that hung well past his shoulders. He looked like a modern day Viking, and exuded confidence as he gracefully strode down the busy street. One would never had known he was blind.

He continued speaking on the phone. “Diane, I told you, I’ve lived in the city all my life, you don’t have to be so concerned.” They were still holding their phones when they met up with one another. Diane hit the button of her phone and slipped it into her purse.

He inhaled deeply of her intoxicating aroma as he closed the flip phone and slid it into his coat pocket. “I love the smell of your perfume.” His voice was almost a whisper. He smiled and held out his hand. “Shall we? I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”

Diane smiled and took hold of the man’s large hand. Heat penetrated her core as she imagined those hands gliding over her body while providing her with intense pleasure. She looked up at him as they walked. He seemed like the total package. A warm fuzzy feeling cradled her soul, and an unexplainable peace enveloped her. She felt so safe with him, and it seemed like she’d known him for years. He had a smile on his face, and his grip tightened. He knew she was observing him. 

“I’m hungry too, absolutely dying for muscles marinara and fried calamari.”

“Umm, they are my favorite.” Smiling, he glanced down at her as they walked. There was no doubt they had much in common.

Once inside, their coats were taken, and they waited in line for ten minutes or so, but were quite content with each other’s company to even care. Finally, they were escorted to their booth.  She was glad he had chosen to sit next to, instead of across from her. Although somewhat nervous, she craved him to be near.

“I’ve never been to this restaurant before, but I love the atmosphere,” Diane said as she looked around the elegant restaurant. The lighting was soft, giving off an air of romance and mystery.

“I’ve been to all these restaurants. I live here, in Little Italy.”

“Really?”

“Yup, right around the corner from the school. Everything is convenient for me here. If I’m not walking or using the Metro, I’m riding in taxis. I have people who are my eyes, so to speak, and the same cabbie has driven me to and from work for the past five years.”

“Well, that’s nice. At least you have people looking out for you. Of course, I worry about you, especially since the city is filled with crime.”

“Seriously though, you shouldn’t worry, you’ll get wrinkles, and there is crime everywhere.” Ethan flashed her a warm look before taking a healthy swig of wine. “I’m attentive to my surroundings, and always listen to my gut instinct. The students tell me often, no one can tell I’m blind.”

Suddenly, the waiter came by, and took their order. When he left, the two became involved in their conversation, which became rather enticing, thanks to the blond Viking god.

He turned in his seat to face her, while raising a brow. “Did you wear what I asked?”

She lowered her voice. “You mean, skirt, thigh-highs, no panties?” Diane giggled after taking a sip of her wine.

“Yes.”
His husky voice alerted her to his arousal. She quickly took another sip, and braced herself. An adrenaline rush sliced through her, and the overwhelming urge to flirt with him coursed through her veins.

“Why no panties?” She bit her lip with enthusiasm as he slid closer, resting his leg against hers. A sliver of pleasure blossomed in her core. She became wet with desire when he leaned in closer, his hot breath sensually caressing her tender neck. Feeling brave, she leaned against him. It seemed like the natural thing to do.

“Ah, I see you’re more comfortable with me.” He cleared his throat and sighed. “What am I going to do with you Diane?” Many thoughts of her sitting on his lap and pressing her mound against his cock entered her mind, but she wouldn’t dare tell him that. She couldn’t.

“I’m somewhat comfortable with you.” She laughed at the expression on his face while twirling a piece of hair around her finger.

“Somewhat? Now I’m going to have to punish you for that.” He reached out, lightly stroking her coils. “You’ve changed your hair. This is beautiful, like a Mohawk.”

“It’s a style called a fro-hawk,” she offered up.

“I love it.”

“Thank you.”

“You have beautiful hair.” He leaned over and inhaled, all the while sending shivers down her spine. “I’m not sure what it is about you, but I plan on finding out.” His sentence ended with a serious gaze. “Why do I feel like this is too good to be true?”

“Not sure, but it all seems pretty fascinating to me.” Diane relaxed as she leaned her entire body against his. The level of comfort he made her experience was mysterious indeed. It seemed like they were meant for one another.

“I want to play a game.” He admitted casually.

Diane shuddered at those words, and the feeling he invoked in her just before taking another sip of her wine.

“Ethan.” She looked around to make sure no one was watching.  Although crowded, each booth was cleverly separated by a thick wall. Diane and Ethan’s booth was nestled comfortably in a corner. She damn near jumped out of her skin when the waiter returned with their appetizers.

“Could you bring a glass of ice, please?” His mischievous voice held a captivating mystery to it. Surely he was up to no good.

She smiled. “What are you up to now?”

“You’ll find out.” Ethan reached out, placing a finger beneath her chin. “I can’t wait to have your smooth, brown skin body against my skin.”

“What? Oh. Wait a minute? How did you know what my complexion was?” The man was awesome, but surely he couldn’t feel skin color.

He chuckled. “Bart, he’s a good friend and the owner of the café. That was the one thing about you I could not smell, touch, or taste.” He continued stroking Diane beneath her chin. “You like this, don’t you?” His touch was pure magic, because in a way, she felt hypnotized.

“Yes.” She choked on the word. “Um, Bart had something to do with this?”  Diane tried to regain her senses. She wondered how she’d react to him stroking her tummy after a passionate night of sex.

“Honestly, I did ask about you this morning on my way to work. He told me you’ve been coming in every day after you moved in.” Ethan’s fingers guided her face close to his heavy-lidded gaze.  

“He also noticed how we reacted to each other, so I asked him what you looked like, and his description was accurate. He described your facial features to perfection.” Ethan smiled, and she remembered the sensual way he explored the bone structure of her face. “I envy the man.”

“Why is that?”

“Because, he’s had the pleasure of seeing you.” Diane swooned from the simple touch, and the hardness of his body, but that feeling was accompanied by sadness. She was so obvious to the regret his voice held.

“Well, remind me to thank Bart.” A strong, magnetizing aura seemed to mold them together. Her nipples swelled against the fabric of her bra and she squirmed in her seat as his lips brushed hers lightly. He pulled back, teasing her. She moaned while touching the hand that was placed gently beneath her chin. She scooted closer to him, inhaling his rich masculine scent that seemed to stoke the fire brewing down below. 

Suddenly, to them, they were the only people in the restaurant, and nothing else mattered. Diane wanted more, and every fiber of her being demanded that she have it. Her head spun from the effects of the wine, or was it Ethan? With baited breath, she slipped her tongue past his lips, testing the waters. Once she did that, it was all down hill from there. Grasping her in a firm embrace, he ran his tongue along the seam of her lips, and eventually entered her mouth. Their tongues dueled with one another, in a drawn out erotic dance.

Diane moaned against his lips as his other hand slid against the nape of her neck, nudging her against his sensual, yet demanding kiss. She creamed herself as he greedily sucked her tongue. Releasing her reservations completely, she allowed her hands to cup his face while enjoying the roughness of his facial hair. One hand traveled along his squared jaw, then towards a blond sideburn, which she stroked with an index finger.

She gasped when his hand slid down to her lap, and slowly pulled up her skirt. Her hand ventured further into silken blond strands. An image of him lingering between her thighs flashed in her mind, and she released a wounded cry as she imagined how his hair felt between her legs.

She trembled, and he ended the kiss. Ethan pressed his forehead against hers and continued the seductive exploration of her body. They both panted with need and desire for a few blessed moments as his hand closed in on her treasure and stopped. Frustration set in and she bit her lip.  

“I feel your heat.”

“Why did you stop?” Diane’s whisper was a slight moan, especially when he nuzzled his cheek against hers.

“If I didn’t, something bad might happen.”

Fire ignited in her loins at his breathless voice and the smoldering fire his icy blue eyes possessed. “Please, don’t stop.”

“Okay. Would you ride me, right here, right now? I wouldn’t be opposed to pulling you on top of me.”

Withdrawing his hand, he cleared his throat just before the waiter appeared with the ice. Ethan remained facing in her direction. Diane smiled and thanked the man. He had to have known what was up. 

“Are you okay?” He asked with a chuckle.

Diane folded her arms against her aching breasts. She was more than okay, her body was on fire, and she wanted nothing more than to surrender herself, body and soul to this handsome man. It wasn’t the fact that she was somewhat shocked at her behavior, since he was, after all a complete stranger, but it was the intense feelings and warmth he stirred inside her, that gave her just cause to worry. Not to mention, if he had continued to pull her skirt up, she’d accept his invitation of mounting him in front of the entire restaurant. The fear of getting caught seemed to appeal to them both.

“Honestly, I don’t know.” She lied to him as she leaned against the table. What the hell was her damned problem? Seriously, she could leave anytime she wanted, and not look back, but she couldn’t. Nothing was beyond her control, with the exception of speaking her feelings.

“Of course you know. Don’t fool yourself, or try to fool me.”  There was that demanding voice again, and those beautiful soul-piercing eyes. Why the hell could he see right through her? Was he psychic? “I want to show you something. Give me your hand.”