Chanel knocked on the screen door as she had a week ago and hoped that Jack was alone this time. No one answered and she stuck her head inside and called out. The hum of the air conditioner was the only sound filing the dark interior. She looked over her shoulder at Hugo’s Mustang and noticed that a light from inside the garage was on. As quiet as possible, she opened the door and slipped inside and moved inside towards the door of the garage, gently opening it and closing it behind her as she walked through. She moved between a gutted Corvette an a shiny red and white land yacht that seemed to stretch out forever. The four taillights of the classic car stuck out like silver tubes and red lipstick.
She looked up at the doorway to the office and stopped in her tracks beside the rear end of the red and white car. Hugo stood with his arms folded across his toned and muscular chest, one shoulder shoved into the door jamb, watching her.
‘Surprise’ she said, her voice a little shaky as he’d just about given her heart failure. Fluorescent lighting shone from the room behind him and made his t0shirt appear incredibly white. A scowl turned the corners of his mouth downward and a lock of dark hair fell across his forehead. ‘Not really’. Those shoes you’re wearing make a lot of noise’. ‘I was just admiring what you’ve done with the garage.... things sure do look a lot different these days’ she said as she quickly looked around the garage and back at him. ‘You didn’t come here to tell me that Chanel’ he scowled taking a step towards her. ‘Well no, but I – ‘- And I told you what would happen if you came over here today’ he said. She didn’t have to as what he was talking about She knew, and her failing heart was pounding in her throat. ‘I came here to talk to Hugo.’ ‘Then you shouldn’t have worn that outfit’ She looked down at her mother’s dress, a dress that she had purposely worn so as to not tempt him. ‘This??’ She laughed despite the clog in her throat. Hugo its hideous’ ‘Exactly. It needs to be taken off.... or perhaps ripped off and burnt. At this point, he stood so close to her, with all his slow steps he’d been taking that she had lost all concentration and was trying to wake her brain up to send signals to her legs to at least take a few steps back. Didn’t work. ‘Hugo. We need to talk right now. This isn’t about you and me, because you and me have not co-existed in 15 years and i’ve been just fine. I came here to tell you that –‘ Hugo’s fingertips touched her chin and she stopped talking. He brought her gaze back to his. ‘Not now’. His thumb swept her jaw, and he lowered his face until his nose touched hers. ‘Even in that stupid dress you turn me on’. Her stomach clinched and she could hardly breathe. ‘You’re even more beautiful than you were growing up. And you were so beautiful back then that you made me ache’. His lips brushed hers, and he kissed the corner of her mouth. ‘All morning, i’ve been half hoping, half dreading seeing you walk through that door’. His lips touched her cheek. ‘You shouldn’t have come back Chanel. You should of stayed gone, but you didn’t. You’re here and I cant think of anything but getting inside you. Deep inside where you’re hot and wet and want me too’. The tip of his tongue touched her earlobe and her purse fell to the floor. The warmth of his breath swept the side of her neck and across her flesh. Desire tightened her nipples and pooled between her legs, and she had to stop him now or she was goner. ‘Hugo listen – ‘This was inevitable the second you stepped foot in here. And i’m tired of fighting it’ he interrupted, as his hand moved to the side of her head, his thumb stroking her temple as if he were trying to soothe her. She placed her palm on the front of his t-shirt. His muscles turned hard and everything in him seemed to still, except for his heart, which beat as fast as hers. She tried and she tried again to resist but she knew that moment as soon as she stepped into the house that it would happen. She moved into his chest and almost instantly she could hear his breath getting heavier and heavier as his hands grabbed the front of her dress. He yanked the dress over her head and tossed it on the Corvette. She didn’t even try to stop him and his t-shirt joined the dress in one swift movement. She stood in front of him in her black lacy bra and matching panties and he didn’t give her time to think before he pulled her onto her toes in his embrace. Chanel wrapped her arms around his neck, smashing her breasts into his chest as his mouth swooped down and covered hers in a rough kiss, his erection pulsating against her inner thigh. Unable to stop herself, she fell headfirst into a haze of lust and longing. And it felt good. The carnal thrust of his tongue elicited an equally carnal response in her. The feel of his bare chest against her skin sent a shiver down her spine as she ran her fingers through his hair as he fed her kisses from his hot, wet mouth. She moved against him, trying to get closer, trying to feel more of him. Wanting it so much. Wanting it all. A frustrated moan came from her throat and she dropped to her heels. She felt his long hard erection against her belly as her open mouth tasted the side of his neck. ‘Hugo’ she said between kisses to his throat. ‘You taste good. But i want to taste more’. ‘Jesus’ he groaned as his hands roamed around her back. He grabbed the elastic holding her hair up and pulled it out, her hair coming free and brushing her shoulders. He grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and brought her mouth back to his. She kissed him as one of his hands slid down her spine and unhooked her bra. He pulled if off and tossed it on the trunk of the Corvette and his mouth found its way to her erect nipples as he slowly yet passionately began to suck the left nipple, cupping her right one in his hands, her loud moans and fingers digging into his back making his erection more and more powerful.