Phone Call

Alexander took another step, unable to tear his gaze away from Red, her cheeks tinged pink as she looked directly into his eyes.

He wanted to draw her scent deep inside him, wanted to know if being alone in this cramped space with him affected her as much as it did to him.

Something of his less-than-pure thoughts must have shown in his face because Red's breathing quickened, once again drawing his attention to the rise and fall of her chest.

Alexander was only peripherally aware of her gaze bouncing around the room like a bee in a field of flowers, her eyes settled on anything except him.

Heat flowed down his body, aroused by the pure male instinct driving him to move closer, to lay his hands on the warm body tempting him so innocently.

Suddenly an image hit him so hard Alexander swayed on his feet, thoughts of carnality momentarily receding as a new thought tore inside his mind's eye: He and Red laughing together, as they eat ice cream on a hot summer day, stargazing, strolling by the beach as the moon illuminated her bright red hair, happily dancing in a club as they drank themselves to stupor, watching T.V. until dawn as they cuddled on the couch.

Alexander would turn her anger to passion. He would find another amazing outlet for all of that. On cold rainy days or lazy afternoons, they would fuck themselves to oblivion.

They would tease, flirt, and fight, and they would throw insults at each other, having fun without ever thinking about the bad things happening in their lives.

They could be friends.

They could get along.

Alexander blinked, struggling to gather his thoughts. He realized he stood only an inch or so away from her.

Despite his brain's ramblings, Alexander's body didn't waver from its goal.

Alexander tilted her head up and her wide blue-green eyes locked on his like a frightened deer that had spotted a predator.

He did feel like a predator. They could have a friend-with-benefits type of relationship.

Right. That is a wonderful suggestion right there.

His main problem is, how could she get Red to agree with him with her eyes wide open?

Alexander had a short attention span when it came to females. Surely, she would get the idea and get lost if she knew he was not interested anymore?

If she had enough pride, she would have the strength to walk away never to be seen again, would she? Or would she want to get even?

Red has all the signs of a vindictive bitch. Would Alexander risk it?

Alexander felt primal, animalistic. His body moved on instinct instead of the rational thoughts dwelling in his head a while ago, trying to stop him from taking what he wanted.

He raised his hands, slowly sliding them around her waist, relishing the heat of her skin against his palms.

The desire to grab her and fuck her to the wall filled him with tension and he gritted his teeth against the urge.

Alexander didn't want to scare her. But, he had to taste her.

Alexander pulled her head down and held her neck so that she couldn't move away. The first touch of her delicate lips against his stole his breath. She bit his lip hard, pushed, and punched his chest but she didn't pull away.

Instead, he took advantage.

Alexander slid his mouth over hers, teasing and coaxing her to relax into the kiss.

He caressed her full bottom lip with his tongue, reveling in the unforgettable taste of strawberry milk. She sighed, her lips parting in what he took as an invitation.

She stopped resisting and moaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck. The sound of her voice and the press of her body against his sent a fresh wave of heat through his veins.

Alexander groaned and crushed her against his chest, delving his tongue into her mouth to taste her as much as he could. The hard length of his arousal strained his pants, the material suddenly far too tight, too constrictive. This redhead was so warm, so willing---

His cell phone rang.

Red pulled away, startled at the annoying ring. Alexander resumed kissing and nibbling her neck.

"Your phone is ringing."

"Ignore it."

Her small hand traveled through his pocket to grab his phone from his ripped jeans.

As she checked the caller ID, she instantly froze when she saw it. Then, she showed the phone display on him.

Andreas

Alexander's older brother is calling him.