Chapter 6
Warrick stood nervously outside Sara's apartment door. He raised his hand for the third time to push the doorbell but his finger never made contact with the button. He chided himself for acting like a schoolboy. God it was only Sara: Sara who he had worked with for the past 4 years, Sara his friend, Sara who now filled all his dreams. He had been impatiently waiting for this night all week; he was not going to blow it now.
Sara paced nervously around her living room, stopping to look in her hall mirror for the tenth time. She couldn't believe she had let Beth talk her into this risqué outfit. She had called Beth in a panic and asked her to go shopping. They had met the previous day before shift and shopped until Sara had found the perfect outfit. She could remember Beth saying "Warrick is not going to be able to breathe when he sees you in this." Upon hearing that Sara had quickly purchased the mini skirt and halter-top but now as she stood in front of the mirror she wasn't so sure.
Sara had to admit she looked good but she didn't know how Warrick would react. She didn't want to turn him off on their unofficial first date. Deciding that she couldn't take the risk she headed toward her bedroom to change, when the doorbell rang. Sara silently cursed and went to open the door.
The door swung open and there stood Sara. Warrick felt like the earth moved beneath his feet. He lifted his hand to steady himself on the door jam. Never in all his dreams had he imagined Sara looked so alluring.
Her hair was swept up in a French Twist with a few tendrils outlining her beautiful face. She wore very little make-up, which pleased him immensely. He followed the line of her elegant neck down to a deep burgundy halter-top that dipped seductively in between her breasts. The top ended just below her belly button and he could see a creamy expanse of her skin before her black mini skirt started. The mini ended at mid thigh and below it were long, lithe legs. On her feet were a 2-inch heel shoe making her legs appear even longer.
Warrick didn't think he could form a coherent sentence. Christ he never dreamed she had such an incredible body underneath the clothes she usually wore. He didn't know how he was going to survive the night. He didn't think he was going to be able to keep his hands off of her. He heard the faint sound of his name being called and his eyes shot to hers.
Sara watched in quiet fascination as Warrick's eyes roamed slowly up and down her body. She felt a flush of warmth race threw her. But the longer he looked the more self-conscious she became. Unable to take the silence, she whispered his name. All of her doubts were erased when she saw the look of hot lust in his eyes. She felt herself blush even more.
Warrick could see the insecurity in her eyes when he met her gaze. It was quickly replaced by embarrassment when she realized he liked what he saw. "Hey," he said, his voice sounding husky even to his own ears.
"Hey," she replied glancing down at her hands. "Sara you look absolutely stunning." She looked back up at him and her blush deepened. "Thank you, you look pretty hot yourself," she said shyly, as her eyes devoured his silk short-sleeved shirt the color of which matched his eyes exactly. The shirt was tucked into a pair of black slacks that he filled out perfectly. Her eyes stole back up to the patch of his exposed chest that his semi unbuttoned shirt revealed. Equally impressive were the glorious muscles of his arms peeking out of his shirtsleeves. She sighed inwardly at how incredibly handsome he was.
Sara raised her eyes and met his smiling face. "Are you done checking me out?" he grinned. "No," she answered with a grin of her own, "I have yet to pass inspection on your backside." Warrick let out a deep laugh and, some of her anxiety left her at the sound his amusement.
She turned to grab her jacket from the back of the couch and Warrick's laughter died in his throat. The halter-top she wore hooked around her neck leaving her whole back bare. His eyes feasted on her silky smooth skin. His mind raced with thoughts of running his hands across her sexy skin as they slow danced.
Sara turned to find Warrick standing there with a dazed look on his face. "Warrick?" she asked questioningly. "Damn woman I'm going to have to beat the men off you with a stick tonight." Sara looked at him like he had 2 heads. "You don't know what you're talking about," she exclaimed.
"Oh I know what I'm talking about. You look incredibly fine and you know it," he said with conviction. She snorted and shook her head as she began to put on her jacket. "Let me," he said quietly.
He took it from her hands and their fingers touched briefly sending currents of heat through each of their bodies. He held out a sleeve and watched her slid her slim arm in slowly. He let in fingers gently glide across her back as he moved to hold out the other sleeve. He heard her distinct intake of breath as his fingers made contact with her skin. He smiled to himself relieved that she was feeling a bit over stimulated too.
Warrick turned her gently by her shoulders until she faced him. He cupped her beautiful face in his hands and gazed into her smoldering brown eyes. "I don't know how I'm going to keep my hands off you tonight. You look incredibly tantalizing."
Sara's heartbeat accelerated, as she fought for control of her nerves. "Then don't." she fervently whispered. She felt his hands tighten their grasp on her face and his gorgeous eyes flared with heat. A slow smile made its way across his handsome face. "Okay," he said seductively slow as his hands left her face. He reached down and took her hand bringing it up to his lips. He turned it over and placed a warm gentle kiss on the palm of her hand. A shiver of anticipation raced through her body.
Their gaze locked for a few moments as they watched the passionate sparkles of desire dance seductively in one another eyes. With a devilish grin he whispered "The same goes for you." She raised her eyebrows in question. "Your hands, my body." he said simply. Her eyes widen slightly and her cheeks flushed but she answered him with a resounding, "Okay." He laughed again taking her hand and leading her to the door. "Let's go shake our thangs." Sara couldn't help but laugh too. Tonight was her's. She was going dancing with unbelievably hot man and he just told her he wanted her to touch him and for reasons she couldn't quite understand he wanted to touch her too. Warrick had her smiling again. The man was on a roll.
TBC