The Hunter and the Prey
A Short Story
By Aerica Parson
{draw:frame} “It’s simple. I find you desirable beyond measure. I could say, I don’t understand it, but I’ll do you better, I don’t care to understand it. I just know I need and want you. And if you stop being so damn stubborn you’ll admit you wantand need me just as bad.”
Agee couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Red uncrossed his arms, and stepped away from his Lexus AMG S630closing the distance between them. He is such a powerful, beautiful man, she thinks. All motion and determination, laced with raw sensuality. The summer breeze counterattacked, carrying his scent, like a battalion of soldiers trying to crumble what remained of her resistance.
“Red, you so smug. So confident that I am just going to fold to your smile. Well we’ve danced this dance and it didn’t work. I don’t care how much I am still attracted to you. I will not be your fool twice!
Red just grinned in amusement as he watched the confusion, fear, and desire take turns playing tag across Agee’s face. “Woman, I’ve dreamed of having you in my bed every night since we got back in touch. I still remember that sassy walk.” Red steps closer, running his thumb across Agee’s bottom lip. Her eyes glitter with defiance, but pent up longing keeps her rooted to his seduction. “And I still remember this sassy mouth. I’m not out to hurt you Agee. I kind of think, I’ve been waiting for you, and the wait is over. I’m here baby. The rest is up to you”.
Red’s eyes glittered like a panther’s eyes reflected in moonlight. Not giving her a chance to protest he shakes his head and says, “To hell with this” and pulls this woman he’s been dreaming about into his arms. His lips soft and firm descends on hers bold, intense, greedy. Her lips surrendered instinctively. Part of her mind struggles to regain control, yet something primitive holds her captive to his onslaught. Fire erupts in her belly the moment Red’s tongue touches hers. She moans...