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But I am at peace, and not because I've come to peace with never having her. I'm at peace because she's waiting for me to engage in the next step, the step that will take us from this flirtatious but platonic moment in our relationship to the next one.
She's waiting for me to initiate that progress, and I am at peace here in the forest because the battle in my mind has ended for today. The battle is over because my desires win. My intellect and good sense were lost.
I will have Denise.
She will be mine tonight.
Chapter Three
Denise
I smile at the server when she places the desert in front of us. It has a French name but I already can't remember this. The entire restaurant is beyond compare. "Thank you for picking this place," I say, "although I think it's against the rules of our engagement."
He smiles and says, "Why is that?"
I almost giggle as I say, "I'm supposed to be showing you restaurants in exchange for you driving me home. Instead, you're introducing me to something new."
"That may be true," he says, "but I still have the pleasure of your company, don't I?"
I blush.
I mean, men don't affect me the way this man does! What's going on?
The dessert is incredible.
Just like the meal is incredible.
The waitress returns with the check, and hands him it along with a pen. He signs and hands it back to her and then stands and offers me his hand.
"I don't even remember her getting your card," I say as I stand.
He smiles and says, "She didn't."
"How did you pay for it? Do they have some sort of fireman discount or something, like you get free meals?"
We're on the first floor of one of the nicest hotels in the city. He turns us not toward the lobby doors but to the elevator. As we wait, he says, "And I haven't broken any of the rules of our engagement," he says. The elevator doors open. "Because I'm not driving you home tonight. I'm taking you upstairs."
If I could breathe, I might say something. I'm so wonderfully shocked by his words, though, that I don't manage to say anything as we step into the elevator. That's not entirely true, actually. I manage to note that the elevator is empty except for us, and the moment the doors are closed, I manage to throw my arms around him and kiss him aggressively.
The kiss is unlike anything I've experienced before. His lips are soft and gentle, yet fierce and passionate, coaxing a response from me that I didn't know was possible. I mean, how is it possible to be fierce and gentle at the same time? It's like... Hell, I don't know. Graceful violence?
Wow. Over the top, right?
Hell, Graceful Violence would be a fucking amazing name for a song.
His hands roam my body, boldly claiming and exploring it in a manner I could only dream of before. My senses amplify with each passing second until the desire for more consumes me completely. My body feels stimulated in ways I can't fully comprehend, and I still have all my clothes on! All I can think of is that I need him now, right here in this elevator as it rises ever higher.
My urgency to get him out of his clothes builds uncontrollably, and I can barely contain myself as he finally breaks the kiss. We stare into each other’s eyes wordlessly for a few seconds, both of us trying to process what just happened between us. Well, at least, I'm trying to process it. The look in his eyes tells me he's done all the processing he needs. Damn, this man is powerful enough that I think it's conceivable he could get me to fuck him like nobody's business long before we reach his floor!
That's exciting and scary, but it's also not to be because he kisses me again, and as we're kissing, the elevator shudders to an abrupt stop at our destination floor. He still kisses me until the elevator doors open, and only then does he break off the kiss.
I take a few deep breaths while we make our way down the hallway to his room, my heart pounding adrenaline through my veins as we go. Once inside, it's hard not to rip off each other's clothing right away. I think the hesitation is just from the intimacy. I mean, there's still something incredibly intimate about kissing standing up in an elevator while you're on your way to consummating your relationship, right? All I know is I'm overwhelmed with feeling charged with anticipation for what comes next.
He takes me into his arms again and kisses me again. As he does, he explores my body with renewed vigor; running his hands up my sides, pushing aside any barriers between us with expert skill while planting hot kisses all over my neck and face until I'm desperate for more. It's almost like a dream or like the fantasies that run through my head while I masturbate over the last several days thinking about him.
Except it isn't a dream, and as he kisses me and moves me toward the bed, the trail of clothes on the floor gives plenty of evidence that it's real.
By the time we get there, I'm wearing only my panties. He's naked from the waist up. The imbalance is impossible for me, and I claw at his belt to get it undone. He has different ideas, though, and he lifts me up and sets me on the bed. In another impossibly elegant movement, he has my panties off, and I'm naked and vulnerable in front of him.
