6 Kissed By A Stranger

What was Darcy thinking? Why could she not have told me this at home? It is like she knew I had Tasnim with me. Did she come here thinking she could catch me cheating on her?

There is such a big part of me that just wants to be done with her. I do care for all the years we spent together, but not much for what she has become. A bitter person that looks to cause trouble to deflect attention away from what she did.

"Darcy, why have you come here? Don't think I believe your silly excuse of wanting to leave me for one second".

"I came here to see if you were with her, and it seems that I am right. You here shacking up with some bimbo while I sit and wait for you at home".

"For one, Darcy, Tasnim is not a bimbo, and second, the only thing you wait for is for me to come so that you can start an argument with me."

"I do not always want to start an argument. You make me seem like I am such a bad person".

"Oh, please do not let me answer that. If you truly want to leave me, then please do me the pleasure, but you ain't coming here and cause a scene in my club".

As I turn to leave, she grabs hold of my hand, making me spin back to face her again. The rage is clearly written all over her face.

"Darcy, let go of me. I will see you later at home".

"No, Carson, I am not leaving here until we have talked this out."

"I am not asking you again. Please let go of me".

Darcy is really starting to get under my skin, and it is not in a good way. If she will not leave, then I will. But as I finally rip my arm from her clutches, I spin around and face the crowd. I could have sworn I just saw Tasnim heading out the door. Not even thinking, I rush down the stairs, hearing Darcy call after me.

"Carson, where are you going?"

"Darcy, just go home."

"You are running after that bimbo again, aren't you?"

I stop dead in my tracks and face her. "Did I not say not to call a woman you clearly do not know a bimbo?" Clear annoyance is written all over my face; if there is one thing that Darcy knows, then it is to hit me with her words.

"I shall do as I want," she snaps back at me. "I will not allow you to run after another woman when you already have one."

"Do I really? Do I really have you Darcy? You think I don't know that you are up to it again?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about, Carson."

"You know what? Please go home and do me one favor."

"And what is that."

"Make sure you are not there by the time I get home tonight."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, we are done; please get out of my house."

As she finally leaves, I drop down onto the chair with a heavy heart. Tonight I have lost two woman, the one I wanted more than the other. Logan that sees the look of pain lingering in my eyes comes and pulls me off the chair.

"Come we are going to the club."

Very reluctantly, I let them drag me out the front door, and in only moments later we find ourselves at the club that we so love to frequent every night.

As I step through the door, I see her, long slender legs with the perfect hourglass waist, a body so hot that you can melt butter on it. Long locks of brown hair, elegantly dropping off over her shoulders. She is a beauty beyond compare. I have seen her before; in fact, I have seen her but only a few hours ago. I cannot believe that I have never noticed her until tonight.

"Logan, that is her, that is Tasnim?"

"My god, Carson, that woman is hot."

Now when I look at her, I can see, and I can honestly say, a girl like her is out of my reach; even though I am surprised that she is an exotic dancer, she is still an ordinary girl. My life is filled with supermodels and high maintenance women. And even if I am lucky enough to have her by my side, it will be a union that will be frowned upon and most certainly not allowed.

So we find a table close to the stage, close to the very pole where she has every inch of her body wrapped around. Her sun-kissed skin is glowing in the light but what captivates me most is those deep cherry lips. Every time I see her, she seems even more gorgeous than the time before. She sees me staring at her in so much detail, and for a very rare moment, she smiles.

But something else catches my attention, something else they have on the stage, further down past her is a shower. Some poor soul is finding himself in there tonight. She never pulls a man on the stage, but when she does, you are in for the best show of your life. "I hate to be the poor sucker that gets in there tonight," Micah says, pointing to the very shower I was looking at.

"Come on, Micah, you would love to be in there," I pat him on the shoulder.

"I would not mind being in there at all. Can you imagine having that body that is off limits all to yourself," Logan states?

Oh, believe me, that I can imagine, give me just enough time with her, and she will be mine. But that will never happen. "Touch her, and you will have the bouncers all over your ass in less than five seconds."

"Not if it were you, they would not dare to even think about it, man," Micah says as to remind me of who I am.

"Forget about the bouncers," I hear Logan as he excitedly starts raising his voice. "I think she is headed on over to our table."

She comes to stand at the edge of our table. Having her so close gets my heart racing. The sweet smell of her perfume attacks my senses. She bites onto her bottom lip and calls me closer with her finger. Every bone in my body hesitates, but every part that wants her draws me in. As I slowly rise from my seat, she pulls me by the pants onto the stage and towards the shower.

She looks at me from underneath her dark lashes and points at me to take off my shoes. Her tiny hands are shaking as she works at the buttons of my dark blue shirt. Her soft fingers run down my chest and over the muscles of my rippled stomach. I hold my breath as she moves to my buckle and her fingers find themselves at the seams of my underwear. I drop my denims to my feet and kick off to the side. I am standing bare in front of this god of a woman.

She laces her hand into mine and pulls me into the hot steamy shower. "Now you know there is no touching, hey?"

"And what if I do not listen," I wink at her and smile.

"Then we will just have to wait and see," she returns that gorgeous smile that I saw only a few minutes back.

Her hands work their way around my body, feeling each crevasse, each line along with my perfect physique. Her soft lips are pressed against my hard chest. Then she steps away and starts swaying her hips seductively to the sound of the music. She turns around and presses her hands against the glass, rubbing her tight ass into me. She turns again to face me.

I step forward, pressing her body into the glass; I pin her hands above her head. The steam had built up, and the water is beating down on our naked bodies. I know there is no way that someone can see us now. She splays her hand against my chest, intending to push me away, but instead, she leaves it there. "You can't..." her shaky voice tries to protest at me.

"Ssshhh Tasnim...", placing a finger on her sweet lips, preventing her from saying yet another word.

I softly whisper as I let my lips hover over the tip of her ear. The warmth of my breath causes her body to shiver; her own words only come out as a whimper, "You...you not..."

"You know you can't stop me," I say, smiling at her with an ever-growing smile on my face.

My hand trembles as I take it to her cheek; I softly rub the drops of water away from her eyes. I lean in a little closer, our foreheads now gently touching. I cannot fight against the thoughts that are going through my mind. She is flooding my senses in every possible way.

I stare into her deep brown eyes; I cup her cheek, which is now slowly turning red. This woman that has so much power over men is like jelly in my hands. I smile at her before I slowly lean into her. My hand is shaking slightly; my mind is repeating the same sentence over and over, "Don't do this... don't do this." But the sound of my heart is beating so loud I cannot concentrate at all. It feels like I am going to explode. I so desperately want to claim those lips.

"I am going to kiss you," I boldly state; not waiting for her answer, I start moving my lips breath by breath closer to hers.

"I...you...we can't..." she can barely utter, as my lips are but an eye wink away from hers.

The moment our lips touch, the world vanishes in an instant. Her lips are softer than I ever imagined, and she tastes even sweeter than heaven. My lips are firm against hers, but the kiss remains soft, gentle, and slow. We hold it for a few seconds before our lips begin to move in perfect sync. My eyes fall closed, and all I could feel was her. Her warmth, her touch, her being. It is agony, knowing that this was the first, last, and only time that we could experience this.

Drunk on endorphins, my only desire is to touch her, to move my hands over the smooth curves of her body and feel her perfect softness. My entire body has been taken over by the overwhelming passion and clear lust. I move my hand from her cheek to the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her long, dark chocolate hair, lightly pulling her into me, adding more pressure to our lips, deepening the kiss.

My insistent mouth is parting her trembling lips; she is inflicting sensations I have never known I was capable of feeling. The kiss is getting deeper, deeper than all the galaxies in the universe. Her velvety lips are imprinting themselves like a footprint in the snow.

Then the music stops.

I slowly force myself to pull away; it takes me about a minute to settle my racing heart before I can finally speak to her. With my hand gently resting on her cheek, I once again get lost in her deep brown eyes, then I ask, "Can...can, I ask you something else?"