with a man that looked like him, well, she was after all a
woman and it was all she could do not to jump his bones.
She could almost feel what it would be like to have his
mouth move down her body, to have his hands touch her
in places no one ever had and bring her to multiple
orgasms. When he spoke, interrupting her thoughts she
noticed her panties were wet and she started squirming,
her face turning a crimson red. "What?" she stammered.
Max stood up straight and looked down at Kitty, she
seemed like she was in a daze as she stared at him. "I
asked if you wanted to see more."
Kitty almost choked on her coffee, God yes, I really do,
she thought to herself as her eyes moved lower down his
body. "Hum-more what?"
A smile crept up at the corner of his mouth, the way she
was ogling him did not go unnoticed nor the way her
tongue darted out and licked her bottom lip. "More
channels, I managed to get three channels. There's an old
movie playing called The African Queen with Katharine
Hepburn and Humphrey Bogart."
Looking at the screen she nodded her head. "Yes, that
will be fine, but could you please go put on a shirt?"
"I will if you'll go make the popcorn and open up a bottle
of wine," Max says as he walked away towards his
bedroom to grab a shirt.
Popcorn was made, the wine was opened and the movie
began. When it came to the part where Katharine was
pouring Bogart's whiskey into the river Max looked over at
Kitty and moaned loudly. "Oh man I know just how he
feels, you did the same thing to me, only you poured it
down the kitchen sink."
Kitty couldn't suppress the laughter that came out. "Well, I
know how she felt, being stranded with a man who drank
too much and was always passing out drunk."
"How would you like it if I dumped out all your wine?" he
asked, a smirk on his face.
Kitty shrugged her shoulders. "Do it, see if I care," she
answered in a snarky tone. She knew he wouldn't do it, if
he did then there would be nothing for him to drink once
his whiskey was gone. Smirking to herself when Max sat
back, folding his arms across his chest pouting.
The wind was slamming against the cabin, the snow was
falling so hard it was covering the windows. And the TV
kept flickering making it hard to concentrate on the
movie. But they endured the flickering and digging into
the popcorn enjoyed the rest of the film. At one point,
they reached into the bowl at the same time their hands
touched and their eyes met briefly before Kitty removed
her hand and picking up her glass of wine took a sip. Both
ignoring the sparks that shot through their hands when
they touched.
Max picked up his wine and downed it in one gulp, feeling
uneasy. He needed to get some space between them, he
was starting to feel something for this woman in a sexual
way. What man wouldn't? she was beautiful with her
delicate features and her long shapely legs. And her scent
was driving his senses into overdrive. He counted the
minutes until the movie was over, itching to make his
escape from her.
Finally to his relief, it ended and he turned to her planning
to say goodnight but stopped when he saw tears falling
down her face. Max could put up with a lot and known for
being a cold-hearted bastard at times but one thing he
couldn't handle was seeing a woman cry. His hands
automatically reached up and cupped her face, using his
thumbs wiped her tears away. "It's only a movie so why
are you crying?"
Kitty lowered her eyes and sniffed. "I always cry during a
romantic movie especially when they are so much in love
and willing to die for each other."
Max pulled her face closer and she looked up into his
eyes as his lips touched hers briefly before letting her go
and jumped off the couch. The blood in his body heated
up and he walked over to the window and looked out.
"It's calming down out there now, should be able to get