INTO THE NIGHT
It wasn't long before they began spending a good deal of time together, on and off duty. He had been attracted to her from the first day they had met. She was something special and he knew it. Rollin was moving slowly with her. He had always been an impatient pursuer in other relationships, but this time, he was taking his time. She affected him like no other woman ever had, so he was courting her.
After they returned from
Cinnamon was intrigued by Rollin. He was exceptionally charming, handsome and flirted with her incessantly. She had dated several men over the years, but none turned her on, not the way he did.
The feeling of attraction between them when they were
together was almost distracting to her.
Just the feeling of his hand on her was electric. She knew he felt it too. His incessant
flirting was fun, but she knew he wanted more.
She’d kept him at bay for months, but during the mission to rescue
Cardinal Vossik, even
She’d come close to giving into in to him on more than one occasion, but she always stopped short, not knowing if it was because of what they did or the feeling that she would lose a sense of her self. Rollin always played it cool, understanding her hesitancy.
One evening not long after they had returned from that particular mission, they had dinner and attended a late movie. Rollin had driven them back to her apartment. Throughout the evening, he had been affectionate with her. Stealing a kiss as he helped her into the car, his hand finding the way to her knee, her hand, and the small of her back. The feel of his hand on her was unlike anything she had known, it made her quiver.
They were still discussing the film was they came through the door.
"I still say that they could have cut out twenty minutes and it wouldn't have suffered," Rollin said closing the door behind them.
"You weren't the director," she said shedding her jacket.
“Would you like a drink?” He said pointing to the bar.
“Sure,” Cinnamon replied.
He crossed to the bar to prepare them a nightcap. He shed his jacket, folding it over the back of a chair and he switched on the lamp beside the bar. "I just get tired of seeing good films ruined by lousy editing."
Cinnamon settled on the sofa, watching him. "Maybe you should go into editing?" she suggested.
Rollin joined her, handing her a cognac. "I don't think so, too much time spent in small dark rooms," he said sitting beside her.
She sipped her drink and kicked off her shoes. "I did enjoy the music though."
He nodded his agreement taking a sip of the amber liquid. He reached for the cigarette box on the table, and offered her one. He lit hers, then his and took a long drag, relaxing in his surroundings. "Oh, my agent gave me some symphony tickets for next week, you interested?" Rollin asked.
"Sure. I always enjoy the symphony,"
"Not as much as the ballet, though," he mused.
"Well, almost," she said smiling slightly.
He knew her heart was dedicated to dance. "I guess I'll have to get tickets to the ballet then."
"No need, I'm a season ticket holder," Cinnamon said, blowing smoke away from him.
"Will you be needing an escort?" Rollin wondered.
"Of course. Will you be available?" she asked.
"If we're not working."
"Speaking of which, are you going to the upcoming
seminar in
"If I can, I've had an offer to do another play."
"Really?"
"I haven't made a decision whether to do it or not. I want to know who the director is first."
She nodded; understanding Rollin didn't work with just anyone.
"I see. What's the play?" she asked
"Something new, I haven't read it yet."
"Will it be here in LA?"
Rollin nodded, sipping his drink.
"That's good," she said, smiling.
"Why good?" he said responding to her smile.
"I wouldn't want you away, too long. I might get lonely," Cinnamon replied, moving closer to him.
He gave a look of disbelief. "I doubt it."
"How do you know?" she asked, leaning to him.
"I wouldn't think you have a lot of trouble getting dates," he said placed his arm on the back of the sofa behind Cinnamon.
"Don't be so sure," she said.
He smiled at her, moving closer to her. "What, a lonely heart fashion model?" he asked.
"Not really, but finding an entertaining companion can sometimes be a challenge."
"Do I qualify as an entertaining companion or a challenge?" Rollin asked, taking her glass and setting it beside his glass on the table, turning back to her.
"Both," she responded, smiling at him, leaning to him to touch his lips with hers.
"Mmm." Rollin pulled Cinnamon into his embrace to her to touch his lips to hers. "So what're your requirements for an entertaining companion?"
"You're already in, so why do you need to know?" she asked, moving forward to crush out her cigarette, enjoying his interest.
"Just curious, maybe I could win some points," he countered, bringing her back to him for another kiss.
As they parted, she said, "I think you're doing just fine."
He smiled, pulling her to him for a more ardent kiss.
They parted and Cinnamon looked into his eyes. "I don't think you need any more points."
"Oh, I'm sure I can come up with something," Rollin said.
"I'm sure you will," she said smiling seductively, trailing her hand down his chest.
He took her hand from his chest and kissed her fingertips. He moved forward and stood.
She watched him as he moved toward the stereo on the other side of the room.
“Rollin?” she asked.
He switched on the player and the soft music started. He then crossed the room and switched off the lights.
“Just what are you planning?” Cinnamon asked as he moved back to her.
He gave her a smile as he reached for her hand to pull her from the sofa. “I want to hold you.”
She smiled as Rollin pulled her into his arms and wrapped an arm about her waist. They danced closely to the soft rhythms of the music. Cinnamon rested her head against his shoulder as they glided against one another. He was enjoying the feel of her moving with him, the feel of her hair against his cheek. He moved his hand down to her hip as they swayed together.
“I didn’t know you where such a good dancer.”
“Only with you,” he replied softly, his lips against her hair.
She sighed and his hands moved a little lower to caress her backside. She raised her head to meet his lips with hers. The kiss was deep, passionate, wanting. He pulled her against him.
Cinnamon could feel the heat rising between them. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
As the kiss broke off, she sighed. “Rollin.” Her voice was sultry.
His hands went to her face and under her hair. “I want you, Cinnamon.” He whispered.
Cinnamon swallowed as she looked at him. She had made the decision to take the next step with him. They had shared so much over the past several months. He had proved he was brave, strong and, yes, very charming.
She smiled as her hands moved up his chest and pulled his tie loose from his collar. He reached down and kissed her softly. “You taste so good,” he whispered.
She cut her eyes up at him, as he caressed her. Her hands unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt.
“Let me make love to you.” He whispered as he kissed her ear and his nimble fingers found the zipper of her dress.
“Rollin.” Her voice thick with desire, “I want you, too.”
Their lips crushed against each other, having voiced what their hearts and bodies were telling them. As they parted, still hungry for each other, he pulled the zipper down her back and slipped his hand underneath her dress. His hand moved across the silk of the teddy she wore.
Her hands unfastened the remaining buttons of his shirt. She moved her hands up the front of his white t-shirt.
His hands moved down her arms making her shiver. His hands rose to her shoulders and gently moved her dress from her shoulders. It fell in a pool at her feet. He was speechless, just as he’d been in Santa Costa when she had appeared in that tiny towel.
Rollin grinned at her. "Gorgeous," he finally said, pulling her to him, kissing her softly then trailing kisses down her neck.
Cinnamon sighed as his hands smoothed the silk against her back. Her hands were at his waist, pulling his shirt from his trousers. Her intention was clear.
As he nipped her neck, he scooped her up in his arms and carried Cinnamon to her bedroom.
There, Rollin gently placed her on the bed. He kicked off his shoes and knelt above her as he leaned down to kiss her. “You are so beautiful,” he said, caressing her cheek.
Her eyes met his as his lips covered hers. Her smile met his as she pulled his t-shirt from his pants. Her hand stopped at his belt buckle.
“Problem?”
Cinnamon looked up at him, searching his eyes. “There won’t be any going back, Rollin,” she said a little too seriously.
His hand went under her hair. “I don’t want to go back. But I’m not going to push. I want this, more than you know. But if you’re not ready, I’ll wait for you.”
She moved her hand to his face and sighed. “You are a remarkable man, Mr. Hand.”
He grinned. “I hope you want to find out just how remarkable.”
Cinnamon chuckled. His ego never wavered. Her fingers worked the belt buckle loose at Rollin’s waist.
He unbuttoned his trousers and she pushed his shirt from his shoulders and he shrugged it off. Moving the t-shirt up his chest, he pulled it over his head and tossed it aside with his shirt. She gave him a seductive smile as she moved her hand across his bare chest.
Rollin smiled as he held Cinnamon and her words came back to him, ‘no turning back.’ They both knew the rules, but he couldn’t help himself with her, there was something magnetic that happened between them when they were together. He knew she felt it, too, from the way she responded to his touch. Cinnamon was beautiful, that was obvious, but she was also intelligent, he liked her sense of humor and her sense of danger. He had been waiting for the chance to be intimate with her as he’d imagined it often enough.
"You're lovely," Rollin said, cupping her face with his hand.
She smiled at his compliment and held his look. He leaned down and kissed her softly, pulling her close to him.
“I’ve wanted this for a long time, Cin.”
She relaxed in his tight embrace.
She nodded her head against his chest. "Me too, Rollin. You’ve been in my dreams. " She confessed, looking up at him.
"I have?” His voice was low, which made her heart skip.
She nodded.
“To be honest, you’ve been in mine as well.” He confessed.
“What shall we do about that?”
“Oh, I have an idea.”
“Why don’t you show me?”
Rollin grinned as his lips went to her neck and she pushed his trousers from his hips. He pushed the straps of the black teddy from her shoulders and cupped her breast through the silk.
He caressed her cheek. “You are one special woman, Cinnamon Carter.”
Her eyes searching his, “I am?”
He nodded as he touched his lips gently to hers. “I want to show you just how special.”
Her hands moved down his chest as she smiled that little smirk that he liked so much.
His lips left hers and moved down her long neck as she turned her face away from him. He followed her collarbone back to her throat, then around to her ear, which he traced with his tongue. She shuddered at his hot breath against her ear.
Cinnamon smiled at his whispers and her hands moved up and down his arms. Rollin claimed her lips again, parting hers, exploring her mouth with his tongue, which brought a moan from deep in her throat.
He pulled the bow loose between her breasts. He smiled as they were revealed to him. He leaned down and kissed them each softly, almost reverently.
Cinnamon sighed as his tongue danced across her nipples, bringing them tight.
Her hands played through his hair as he kissed her.
As Rollin continued, his hand moved down to her long, smooth leg. He retraced his path as his hand continued to move back up her body.
She leaned back enjoying his touch. She felt his heat through the trousers he still wore.
His hands moved underneath her shoulders as he brought her forward to face him. Rollin kissed her as his hands guided the silk of her teddy down from her shoulders and he pealed it from her as she lifted her hips from the bed. He tugged off his trousers and boxers to join his shirt on the floor.
Rollin moved his hand down her arm and their eyes met. His desire for Cinnamon was clearly evident.
He pulled her tight against him. “You are something, Miss lady spy.”
She chuckled at his comment. “You think so?”
“I know so,” as their lips crushed against one another.
He laid her back against the pillows.
She held him tight, not wanting to loose contact with him. He looked down at her and moved his hand down her arm. He traced her collarbone and down to her breasts, circling each with his finger. Then he retraced the path with his lips.
Her hand went down his side, tracing his ribcage. She could feel him hard against her leg.
Rollin moved his leg between hers and brought it up till he touched her now moist mound with the top of his thigh. Cinnamon pressed down against him.
His eyes locked with hers, as he kissed her.
He pushed himself above her and moved his hips between her thighs, shifting his weight onto her. Rollin looked into Cinnamon’s eyes and sighed as he moved himself between her moist folds, lubricating them both. She shuddered beneath him as they touched.
His hand traced her breasts as he moved his hips, ever so gently against her.
Cinnamon grasped his shoulders with a low moan as Rollin moved, kissing her throat as
Cinnamon leaned her head back.
“Rollin…” She called, her passion rising.
“Cinnamon. I need you.”
“I’m yours.” She responded as she moved her legs a little wider and he moved down and guided himself inside her.
Rollin pressed into her slowly. Cinnamon gasped as he entered her, stretching her, filling her.
He kissed her, then he stopped. “You are incredible.” He whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.
“Love me, Rollin.”
He moved against her in long smooth strokes. Her moan came with each stroke.
She wrapped her legs around the back of his knees, drawing him deeper into her.
Cinnamon was soaring as she held him tight and moved with him. “Oh Rollin,” she cried.
His motion became quick and short as she gripped him and his hips met hers. Boring into her, bringing her to a sudden urgent climax as he exploded inside her. “Oh God,” he called as he lifted his head from her breast.
Rollin pressed into her, moaning as he slowed down to catch his breath.
Their hearts pressed against one another, beating wildly with exertion and pleasure.
He laid his cheek against hers with a sigh. “You are fantastic,” came his hoarse whisper.
Cinnamon smiled as she rode a wave of pleasure that coursed through her. Her hands slipped from his shoulders and one found his cheek as she turned her head to look at him. “So are you,” she answered, kissing him lightly.
They stayed molded together until Rollin pushed himself above her, then gently kissed her. “Incredible.”
He pulled himself from her and lay next to her, pulling her against him. He sighed as Cinnamon relaxed against him. Soon they moved underneath the bedcovers and fell into a peaceful sleep.
Cinnamon stirred slightly as his warm hand moved up the back
of her thigh and she felt his lips kissing her shoulder. She opened her eyes and glanced at the
clock. It was
She rolled back against Rollin and found him hard against her backside.
“Good morning,” he said with a smile, leaning over to kiss her softly.
“Yes it is.”
Cinnamon rolled back against him and accepted his lips again. She settled next to him, resting her head on Rollin’s chest. She was surprised at just how comfortable, natural she felt in his arms. She moved her hand across his chest.
He kissed her temple and moved his hand down her bare arm, his touch making her shiver.
“Cinnamon. It’s never been so good for me,” he said as his hand continued down her torso, across her hip and finally his fingers touched her, bringing a quick sigh from her lips. His finger moved inside her, finding her warm, wet and inviting. He stroked her gently as he watched her close her eyes, enjoying his light touch.
She reached to stroke his cheek and brought his lips to hers.
She felt Rollin’s growing desire against her. She moved her hand down to his hard penis. He sighed as Cinnamon touched him. She caressed him and stroked him slowly, tracing the vein that ran its length.
His lips went to her ear. “That’s nice.”
“I know what’s nicer,” she said, removing her hand from him and pressing him back against the pillows as his hand left her.
“Oh?”
She moved on top of him in an agile move. He held her tight against his chest. “Yeah, this is better.”
Cinnamon looked into his eyes as she covered his lips with hers. Her hand snaked between them and she took him firmly and laid him against her moist folds. She worked her hips against him, bringing a small moan from her. Rollin watched her as she let him move against her.
His hands went to her hips as she moved. Soon she shifted forward to kiss him and moved slowly back down, going to her knees drawing him inside her. He pressed up against her as they united themselves.
His hands went to Cinnamon’s hips as she began to move slowly against him. Her motion was short but she enjoyed the feel of him sliding within her. Her face confirmed that Rollin was bringing her a great deal of pleasure.
He leaned forward, propping himself on his elbows. Her hands went to his shoulders as she moved. Rollin shifted his hips against her in tight little circles as she moved. A smile crossed Cinnamon’s face as she looked at him.
He could tell she was close as her muscles began contracting around him. She leaned forward and together they sunk back to the mattress. Her hips continued to move against him, more rapidly now as he tired to prolong her pleasure.
“Cinnamon. I can’t…”
“Now, Rollin, now,” she called. Cinnamon began to tremble as their mutual climax overtook them. A low moan came from Rollin as pulsed inside her. She shuddered against him grabbing the pillow he laid against and a moan of pure ecstasy escaped her.
He held her against him as they both rode the wave of pleasure coursing between them.
As they settled more comfortably against each other, Rollin kissed her forehead, as she lay secure against his shoulder. “Hey, you okay?” he whispered.
Cinnamon’s eyes opened and her soft eyes told him everything. “I’ve never been so okay,” she said reaching to kiss him lightly.
He smiled and held her a little tighter. They slept securely in each other's arms.
Cinnamon woke later that morning still locked firmly in his embrace. She sighed, enjoying the pleasant ache she felt, after their first night together. Her decision to consummate her relationship with Rollin had not been an easy one for her. She smiled as she remembered his gentle caress, the feeling of him inside her. She knew the rules, but there was something happening between them.
Rollin was intelligent, brave and funny. Three things that rated high for her. She now lay dozing with his arm draped across her. She moved slowly from his side and got up carefully from the bed. She reached down on the floor, picked up his shirt, put it to her face, taking in his scent and slipped it on. She leaned back over Rollin, brushing her lips across his cheek. Cinnamon smiled down at him, watching him sleep, brushing a stray lock of hair back from his forehead. He now occupied the most special place in her heart. She left him to sleep.
A little later, Rollin woke and reached for Cinnamon. Not finding her, nor hearing any water in the bathroom, he retrieved his pants and went to find her.
He found her in the kitchen. He leaned against the doorframe. "I wondered where my shirt had gotten to," he said as he watched her cooking scrambled eggs.
She turned at his voice. "Good morning to you, too," she said smiling.
"You certainly make that shirt look better than I do," he said moving behind her.
"I hope so," she said turning off the skillet, pulling it off the burner.
He stood behind her, pulling her close, burying his face in her hair. Cinnamon leaned back against him, smiling as she covered his hands as they found their way under her shirt, pulling her against him.
She turned in his embrace and kissed him. "I like waking up with you," Rollin said as she pulled back from him.
She smiled up at him as the toast popped up in toaster. "Breakfast is ready," Cinnamon said looking at the toaster.
Rollin laughed. "Good timing on my part," he said, releasing her.
"Just don't forget where we were," Cinnamon said.
"Not a chance," Rollin said, pouring a cup of coffee for himself.
Cinnamon ducked into the nearby laundry room and grabbed a robe. She returned handing him his shirt.
"Thanks," he said pulling his shirt around him.
Cinnamon prepared their light breakfast and they ate a quiet meal, just enjoying being together. Rollin helped her clear the plates, placing them in the sink.
"Do you want me to wash or dry?" he asked, turning to her as she closed the refrigerator door.
She moved back to him, leaning against him, circling his waist with her arms. "I think I want you to do something else," she said smiling up at him.
"Sounds like a lot more fun than dirty dishes," Rollin replied, returning her smile and dropping the dishrag behind him.
"I think so," she responded reaching up to kiss him, eager to have another go with him.
Rollin responded pulling her close to him.
They parted and returned to her bedroom. Once there, they wasted no time in enjoying each other.
THE END
Elena Vorska
December, 1999
Revised January, 2001