Free GodOfWar05152014aLLROMANCE by Unknown

God of War
    I knew I was in trouble the minute his lips touched
mine.  The slight quiver that shook him ran through invisible veins
straight to my heart and I was, in all senses of the word, a goner.  It
only took a second for my mouth to meld with his, become part of him in this
small way, yet as instantly as I knew he was the man for me I also knew that
this could never work.  Together we were Mutt and Jeff, black and white,
massive versus petite.  I was the mutt, white, petite one and he the God
of War.
    “Did you feel that?” he said, his heavy breath on my throat
working his way downward in minute increments and sending chills down to my
feet.
    “Did the earth move?” I murmured, his words having disturbed
my concentration of the path of his lips.  I’ve kissed quite a few boys in
my life and one or two men but had never felt anything quite like this.  I
needed to pull away, tell him that this would never work, give him a list of
reasons why it wouldn’t, yet all I could do was stand there wanting more of his
touch.
    He smelled like spices and tasted like Kung Pow chicken, and
the mixture of him had rendered me helpless.  I simply couldn’t fight
him.  I couldn’t explain how long distance relationships never work; how
we hail from completely different parts of the world and that a relationship
between us would upset my family and his.  But nothing in my power would
allow me to pull away from him, and as his lips trailed across to my earlobes I
stopped worrying.  He suckled them and nibbled tiny trails around them
sending goose bumps down my thighs and making me desperate for more of him.
    The airport was crowded now, mid-day as we huddled in the
corner of the ‘Irish Pub’ grasping one another.  He lifted me from my
chair and into the space on the bench next to him, his hands running the length
of my thighs in fervent strides.  “We can’t!” I whispered.
    “We have to,” he said as the deep pools of his eyes met mine
with blatant need.  “Come on!” He stood and pulled my hand, forcing me to
stand beside him.  I looked up astounded by the difference in our height
and mesmerized by the warmth in his eyes.
    “Wait!  Where are we going?  My flight leaves in
two hours!”  I knew that because my original flight had been
cancelled.  The airline did the best it could, but an afternoon flight was
the only one available.  It didn’t matter anyway; there was nothing to go
home to.
    “There’s a Hilton less than a mile away.  We’re going
there,” and he squeezed my hand tightly, letting me know that I was safe with
him.
    Before I could protest he’d whisked me out the glass doors
of the elevator and had hailed a taxi.  Opening the cab door he stood
aside to allow me to climb in; there was no mistaking the heat of his eyes
bearing down on my legs as my skirt moved high with my entrance.
    My face ran red as he presented his credit card to the
concierge.  “Will you need a wakeup call Mr. –um- Hargrave?”  The
weary woman looked up from her computer and tried to smile.  I knew how
she felt; it was only a few days ago that I’d felt the same way, until I met
him.  Then everything changed.
    “That would be great,” he grinned, his white teeth sparkling
amidst a dark background.
    “Certainly!  What time will you need the call?” 
She punched her keyboard then glanced up with a smile; even I could see the
small glimmer in her eyes when she looked at him.  I would have liked to
have made some sort of possessive statement, like carefully place my arm on his
perhaps, but I had no right to do so.
    I saw him look down at his watch then back to the concierge,
“In an hour and a half please.”
    The woman mumbled incoherent words before just handing him
the key card.  As he turned around and placed his monstrous hands on my
lower back I saw her turn positively fuchsia.  I imagine she must think
I’m a prostitute, and my black business suit must confirm that for her. 
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