His Kiss - Part One

Lounging against the back of the park bench feet kicked out in front of him and crossed at the ankles, he watched as the sultry beauty walked toward him. He smiled to himself thinking how perfectly she fit his dream. The sun seemed to light her long silky hair. The rich dark chocolate length lovingly caressed her smooth, dusky skin with every step and graceful sway of her hips. He was breathless taking in the living picture of his fantasy woman. She was perfect.

As she drew closer and he could take in the details of her eyes and figure, her pace began to slow. He sat up on the bench now, alert and intent, watching her. Willing her to come to him. She halted as she met his gaze fully for the first time. Eyes the color of smoky topaz seemed to be asking him . . .

It's okay . . . his eyes told her. Come to me. He willed her forward with his gaze. She began walking toward him again.