Chapter 2
Rays of light shone through the windows of the dimly lit pub. Most of the staff had gathered in there in memory of Jeff. Rita was sat at a table with Alicia, Lily and Louise. The three girls were excitedly filling Rita in on the young, handsome banker they were treating earlier today. Rita tried listening to them but she couldn't stop herself from glancing over at Iain who was sat at a different table. Every now and then they would catch each other's gaze and every time it felt like stars exploding at the bottom of Rita's stomach. Not wanting to look creepy she would turn her head back to the conversation but the temptation to look back was too strong; especially now that she could feel his eyes burning into her. Rita peered down at the almost empty glass of wine that stood on the table. Chucking back the rest of the contents she jumped up from her seat and made her way over to the bar.
Iain watched her as she walked over and leant her perfect body on the board of wood that held the bar up. He felt his heart rate increasing from just looking at her; she made his insides feel like jelly. Taking another gulp from his glass, he took a deep breath and joined her. They stood very close; their bodies almost touching. Iain had no idea what to say to her so he just looked at her with a big smirk on his face. A look of confusion washed over Rita's face but she didn't want to be rude, so smiled back at him. She looked into his green eyes trying to read the expression he was giving off and what he was trying to say to her. Once she felt a faint hand on her lower she knew exactly what he wanted.
Laughing, she looked down at her drink then back up at him again, "I'm not sure that would be the best idea."
"It is an idea though, innit?" he winked cheekily. "You've got to admit that."
Rita's smile dropped when she realised he was being serious. She looked at him with glint of excitement and passion in her eyes before giving him a small nod and heading for the doors. Rushing, Iain grabbed his coat and pulled in on quickly then followed Rita outside. Once he got outside, he walked very closely behind her until they reached the corner where they would be out of sight from everyone else. Rita took a quick glance to check if anyone was there. Happy that she couldn't see anyone she recognised, she rested her body up against the wall. She stared back at Iain who was now closing the distance between them. Their faces almost touching. Her hands tugged at the edges of his coat. Her breath hitched as she felt his stubble brush across the surface of her soft skin. Closing her eyes, she felt his lips crash onto hers; the pounding in her chest became more rapid and there was a fire burning in her stomach. The adrenaline pumped around her body as she felt his tongue tracing her bottom lip. Letting him in, her right hand wandered to the back of his neck where she ran her fingers through his brown hair. Iain copied her movements and let his hand travel from her waist to the back of her head. Both pulling each other closer with passion, they deepened the kiss.
They both pulled away after what felt like forever; both out of breath and in a daze they stared into each other's eyes, smiling. Iain rested his forehead on hers before leaning down and placing a chaste kiss on her freshly bruised lips. Rita reached up to Iain's ear and whispered, "Who's going to order the taxi?"
Rita fumbled in her bag for the keys to her house which was proven harder with Iain placing kisses all over neck. After searching for a while she finally found them and was turning the lock to go in. Spinning round to face Iain she dragged him by the lapel of his coat into the house. Once they heard the door click shut Iain ripped off his coat and chucked it to the floor; kicking off his shoes which made a loud thud on the wooden floor. Rita mirrored his actions taking her blazer and her heels off which made her even smaller. He reached out his arm and pulled her by the waist towards him. He used his spare hand to move the strands of hair that were in her eyes. Resting the palm of his hand on her cheek he leaned down and placed his lips on hers. He drew away from her.
"Are you sure you want to?" Iain asked softly.
Rita nodded not wanting to waste any more time, her hand went to the back of his neck and she reached up crashing her lips onto his taking his breath away. Her hands fell from his neck to the top of his shirt which she now started to unbutton revealing the hard muscles underneath. She traced the lines with the tip of her finger making him shiver. Pulling away from him she walked up the stairs and into her bedroom. He followed closely behind and shut her door behind him. Rita stood by the edge of the bed; waiting for him. Iain walked over to her slowly and grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt pulling it over her head showing off her black bra and perfect curves. He bit his lip admiring how perfect she looked. She slipped out of her trousers revealing her matching underwear. Rita pecked on the cheek before running to the other side of the bed and clambering in. Iain laughed as he took his trousers off and joined her underneath the covers. Their bodies entwined together.
After their night of passion Rita and Iain lay together, a thin layer of sweat covering their bodies. Rita's head rested on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Iain's arm was hugging her waist. They were both wide awake and staring into the darkness that filled the room.
"I've wanted to do that for so long." Iain spoke softly, chuckling to himself.
"Excuse me?" Rita questioned him, confused.
"I've always wanted to kiss you." Iain smiled to himself. "Never found the right time."
"But you did tonight. Why?"
"Because you kept on staring at me and I thought that the only reason you would keep on staring at me is because you felt the same way."
"That's because I did." Rita felt Iain's grip on her waist tighten with happiness.
"So what happens now?"
Rita turned her head to look at him. "What do you mean?"
"What happens between us now?" He asked.
Rita shrugged, "I don't know, I suppose we'll have to wait and see." She placed a chaste kiss on his chest.
"Sounds like a good idea."
Iain closed his eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep. Rita still lay there wide awake, she couldn't shake the thought that what happened tonight was wrong however much she fancied him; and however much he made her feel giddy. There was something deep down that was eating away at her, telling her that tonight was a huge mistake. She eventually drifted off to sleep but that didn't stop her thoughts swirling around in her mind.
