I'll just let you read ...
I gasped, my body now shaking. Part of me knew I needed to scream, to lift my foot and stomp on this man's instep and run. And yet I didn't. Instead, I leaned back into his chest, finding it strangely comforting.
"You want this, Isabella?" I whimpered as the deep voice murmured in my ear, causing a shiver to run down my spine at the use of my full name. It sounded so sexy coming from his low, rough voice. "Hot, fast, hard sex? Or were you just trying to get a rise out of your friend?"
Of course I was, my mind yelled. I didn't mean it.
Yet, my traitorous body and mouth had other ideas.
"I … I don't know," I whispered.
"You rarely say things you don't mean, Isabella. I know this about you."
His large hands tightened briefly before slowly tracing circles on my sides. My breath caught in my throat as I felt them inch higher, gently ghosting over the swells of my breasts. His tongue traced a path up and down my throat, then his lips found the base of my neck, teasing and licking, sending small shockwaves through my system. "You need to decide, Isabella. You need to want this … as much as I do. Because I want it. I want you."
Another small whimper escaped my throat.
He chuckled softly. "Maybe I can help you decide …"
Suddenly, I was turned around and his mouth covered mine. His tongue pressed in, and his taste; coffee, mint and the hint of something sweet, exploded in my mouth, while his scent—dark and spicy, wrapped around me. He held me tightly against him with one arm, the other hand buried in my hair as he tilted my head and worked his tongue against mine, controlling me totally. I could feel his erection pressed between us as he kissed and nipped at my lips, his tongue offering sweet sweeps of relief from his stinging love bites. He came at me over and over again, until finally, I was shaking and gasping, holding onto his shoulders for dear life at the blistering heat he had built up inside me. He pulled back and spun me around again, his arms folding around me, holding me tightly against his chest, his head buried into my neck. I closed my eyes at the feeling of his warm gasps against my skin.
The sounds of our pants filled the room. He stepped back and immediately I felt a sense of loss when our contact was broken. "You have to decide, Isabella. I want to give you what you want, but you have to really want it. I have to hear that you want it." His voice was raspy and I could feel his need, even as he withdrew from me.
"How do you know?" I whispered. "How can you hear me?"
No answer was forthcoming. There was another soft noise and suddenly the room was filled with light. I spun around to an empty room. I ran to the door and wrenched it open to a vacant hallway. I stumbled back into the room and stared down blankly at the copier that was still working away.
I shook my head, my fingers resting on my swollen lips that still tingled from his possession, the only sure sign what had just happened had been real and not a figment of my very vivid imagination. The copier stopped and I picked up my pile then headed to my desk on shaky legs.
I sat down heavily and looked around the room. Was the voice here? Was the person who had just caused my body to burn with a want I had never experienced, sitting in this office? No one seemed different. There were no flushed cheeks or heaving chests. The elevator sounded and the doors opened, Masen striding through the office, his hands filled with bags as he walked, nodding briefly but not stopping, as he made his way to Alice's office. Everyone seemed normal.
I sighed deeply as I dropped my head in my hands. I was so confused.
I was also incredibly turned on.
"Bella?"
I looked up wearily. "Hey, Rose."
"You okay? You look … flushed."
"Yeah … I'm fine. The copy room was … warm."
She looked at me strangely. "Okay."
I got up and went to the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror. Flushed cheeks and overly bright eyes stared back at me, my lips rosy and warm under my fingers.
My phone buzzed.
I can make the room warmer. I want to make you warmer.
I hear everything you say, even things you don't. And I see you. Really see you.
That's the difference, Isabella. You look and never see what's in front of you.
I'll wait.
So... see you Tuesday?
I have been remiss - thank you Liz, Lady, Trina and Mid-Night Cougar who all read, reassured and encouraged me to post this. I am lucky to have them with me. I am also grateful for YOU reading this. Thank you.
