Alexa drove Charlie home from the bar in silence. She didn't know why her husband had insisted she drop him off at their house first; he usually held his liquor better than he did tonight though. She was sure he would already be passed out on the couch in the living room before she even made it across town to drop their friend off. She glanced over at Charlie; he was staring off into the night, but Alexa was sure he had just been staring at her a moment before. She felt hot suddenly, and she knew it had nothing to do with the two drinks she had nursed all night. Being alone with Charlie was all she had been able to think about since the first time he had tried to kiss her, and she had turned her head away. Thankfully he hadn't pressed the matter again.
She pulled into his driveway and put the pickup in park. Charlie hesitated a moment looking out of the windshield at his house, then leaned over and turned off the engine. Alexa opened her mouth to protest but no sound came out. "Come inside for a bit, please?" he asked.
Avoiding his gaze, she got out of the pickup and followed him up the steps.
Once inside, he told her to sit in the living room if she wanted while he went to get a beer out of the kitchen. She sat down on one side of the small couch, looking around at the dimly lit room. Light flooded in the two large windows from the streetlight outside, giving everything in the room some shape. Charlie entered the room and sat down next to her, taking a generous drink of the beer. He offered it to her, and upon her decline, he set it on the coffee table.
"Alexa?" he whispered.
"Yes?" she whispered back, knowing they had to be quiet or there could be hell to pay just for her being there in his house. Charlie's wife was very jealous of her, ever since he let it slip that he thought Alexa was beautiful. And she was asleep upstairs!
He put his hand on her bare leg, moving his fingers across her smooth skin lightly and slowly. She didn't move as she watched his strong hand, and she knew he had noticed that she stopped breathing. He pulled his hand back into his lap, and she released her breath. His other hand moved to her face, turning her eyes to his. His gaze was unsettling, and her breathing became shallow.
"I want you." The whispered words didn't mask his need for her. She felt as though he were demanding that he have her, and she could only give in to him with that smoldering look he displayed. Alexa was getting hotter than earlier, and her hands became restless at her sides. His eyes left hers for a moment, lingering on her lips as they had the day he nearly kissed her. She would be lying if she said she hadn't dreamed of him kissing her someday, and she breathed in deeper as she realized a kiss and probably more was about to take place.
