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She stepped closer. “You forgot to kiss me good night.” She looked very vulnerable and sexy looking up at him. Her big brown eyes were like a laser piercing his forehead.
He swallowed hard. Now, it was his body speaking. She stepped closer, and he was finding it difficult to resist her. This is what he wanted. He wanted her to make the first move, then he would own her.
“I didn’t forget to kiss you.”
She stepped closer. “Are you angry with me?”
He was angry and excited, but he couldn’t give in to her. He wanted her to beg him. “No.”
She looked him up and down. “That’s not what your body is saying.”
He relaxed his mouth a little. “What’s my body saying?”
She inhaled and looked him in the eye. “Your body is saying, you want me.” He looked away and she turned his face back to her. “It’s also saying you’re very upset that I let you leave.”
“I’m leaving Olivia.” He grabbed the brushed gold door knob.
“Don’t you want to stay and talk?”
“Talk.” He let go of the knob. “No. I don’t want to talk.” It was time for him to change his strategy. Maybe being sweet and sensitive wasn’t the way to go. Maybe she really wanted someone a little more aggressive.
He grabbed her by the waist, pushed her up against the wall, and jammed his tongue inside her mouth. At first she fought him, and then she gave in. The non-verbal war had turned into a passionate fight. He eased his hands down her back, grabbed her behind and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, He walked them into the living room, never removing his mouth. He dropped her on the sofa, took his jacket off and climbed on top of her. The kiss grew more intense and they wrestled on the sofa. He eased his hands under her, pressing her against his body. He was growing more aroused as her hands traveled down his back.
He cupped her breast, kneading and massaging it. She let out a deep moan and it excited him more. He brushed his finger across her firm nipple and she grabbed his hand. He raised up and looked at her. She took his hand and guided it inside her blouse to her other breast. She licked her lip and smiled. He didn’t need commentary. Her body was speaking loud and clear. He pushed her blouse up and kissed her stomach and she cried out. His body began to writhe and dance. He almost had her where he wanted her. He kissed up her stomach to the bottom of her bra. Then he started massaging the firm lace covered flesh. She felt good in his hands. He wanted more of her. He covered her mouth with his, kissing her hard and suddenly, she pushed him away.
“What?”
She sat up, pulled her blouse down and stood up. “Please leave.”
He sat back on the sofa. “Are you serious?”
She stood up. “Here.” She handed him his jacket.
He looked at her, trying to read her body. He hadn’t seen this side of her before. He hesitated a moment. Then he stood up, took his jacket and followed her to the front door. She opened the door and he looked at her, searching for a tell. He had gotten very good at reading her. But tonight, she wasn’t readable.
He wasn’t sure if he should say anything or try to kiss her. He slipped his jacket on and adjusted his collar. The only emotion he could read was anger. He played a card he rarely used in relationships. “I’m sorry.” When he said those words, he saw her body relax. She wasn’t angry, she was embarrassed. “I overstepped and misread the situation.”
She shook her head. “It’s not you. I…I shouldn’t have…”
He closed the door, stepped closer, and brushed her cheek. “Is there something I need to know?”
“No, I’m just…it’s…”
He smiled. “We can take it slow.” He said the words, but was thinking, how much slower? If it wasn’t for his sessions with Jasmine, he’d be bouncing off the wall.
She eased her hands around his waist. “You didn’t do…it’s just…”
“Shhh…we’ll take it slow and when you’re ready…” She nodded. He cupped her face and gently pressed his lips against hers.
Chapter 9
Olivia’s reaction to their kiss took Eric by surprise. He was expecting her to take charge, not scamper back like a scared little girl. Two things came to his mind. One, she had been sexually assaulted, which would explain her hot-cold demeanor. Or, she was a virgin. Part of him was really hoping it wasn’t the virgin thing. He didn’t want the pressure or attachment that occurred with being a woman’s first.
He dodged in and out of traffic, making a fast beeline to La Porte Noir. He had a lot of pent up energy from his date with Olivia. He was in desperate need of an outlet. He pulled into the underground parking lot. He got out and handed his keys to the parking attendant. He pulled out the antique gold key, and the attendant immediately directed him to the matte black colored elevator.
He boarded the elevator, inserted the key and the elevator sprinted down to the next floor. The elevator stopped and opened up to a long dark corridor. The walls were painted the same matte black finish as the elevator. As he walked down the hall, dim sensor lights guided him to the door. At the end of the hall, was another matte black door with a simple antique gold finish lock and key hole. He inserted and turned the key and placed his hand on the door. The built in sensor scanned his hand. A few seconds later, the door opened. He stepped inside and stepped on the shoe outline. Then the door closed. Once he passed the security scan, a screen lifted.
He walked down a dimly lit hall to a heavy black velvet curtain pulled to the left. He continued inside and a woman dressed in a skin tight black sheath dress with a plunging neckline stopped him.
