“I thought you’d always let me get my way,” I said.
He turned towards me.
It was incredible, but I felt no shame, I wanted to climb him right there.
“Most of the time I will,” he said.
I moved to stand in front of him, and slightly lifted myself to the tips of my toes so that the top of my head could come close to his neck. He had his hands in his pockets, sporting that deceptively cool pose, but tonight I’d found out given the right motivation, he was as dangerous as a tiger protecting its dinner.
I put my face as close to his as was possible and stared into those beautiful eyes. I got lost in the starburst inside them. My voice was a whisper. “I wanted to dance with you because I wanted to grind against you tonight.”
His expression didn’t change, but his pupils opened like the shutter of a camera. It was amazing to watch.
“The night is not over. You are going to grind on me,” he growled.
There was so much promise in those words, I felt a flutter in my chest. I moved away when the elevator dinged at its arrival on our floor. I looked up at him flirtatiously from under my lashes. “What’s the fun in that? It’s more exciting when we’re surrounded by other people.”
Then I swayed out of the elevator.
He had the key so when I got to our door I leaned on my hip against the door frame and waited for him. Suddenly, I felt the forceful thrust of his hips against me at the same time his big hands came around my body.
“Hey!”
He kissed my neck, which immediately made me go weak at the knees. Before I could protest his hand slipped into the band of my skirt. I was powerless to put a stop to whatever he planned on doing, nor did I want to. My head fell backwards as his hand slid into my underwear to grab my sex roughly. It had been my intention to do exactly this to him the moment we got back to the room, but he had beaten me to it. I jerked my hips restlessly to and fro to relieve the tension between my legs.
His fingers slipped between the already damp folds of my sex. Then he began to move in a delicious circular rhythm. He teased my clit at just the perfect tempo, and my whole body shuddered. I could only gasp when he slipped a finger inside of me.
“What if someone comes?” I muttered hoarsely.
“I thought you said you wanted people to watch,” he said as a second finger joined the incursion. They curved and stroked, and I was certain that I was going to come right there, in front of our door when anyone could pass at any moment and see us. He was right, I didn’t care. After all I would never see them again.
He, however did. There was a sound behind us and he immediately pulled his hand out of me, slipped the card key into the card slot, and pushed open the door. There was a look of extreme protectiveness of me in his eyes as he led me in. He closed the door and leaned against it.
“Who’s the coward now?” I mocked.
He didn’t react, just looked at me, as if he was about to devour me.
I began to walk backwards. “I’m of the mind to refuse you right now. Just like you refused me with the dance.”
He threw the key card across the foyer’s console table. There was no expression on his face at all. “Sure. I can respect that.”
I stopped. In that moment, I truly wanted to strangle him. “Caleb!” I groaned.
A small laugh escaped him. His laughter surprised me. It was in times like this when the less controlled, spontaneous part of him came out that I melted. He was usually attentive and watchful, almost wary, almost as though he was expecting a bomb to go off somewhere close. I always wondered what he had gone through in his lifetime to make him so guarded and non-expressive.
I cocked my head, and decided then to try my best to understand him so that I could better respect his limits. “Why didn’t you want to dance with me?”
His response however, once again surprised me. “I wanted to, badly.”
“So why the refusal? Why are you so averse to dancing in public?”
“If you want me to dance with you in public, you’re going to have to teach me first … in private.”
“Ah, you need lessons?”
“Many.”
“How come you’ve never learned to dance?”
He shrugged. “Never had the desire or the opportunity.”
“Do you want your lessons to start tonight?” I asked mischievously.
“Since we’re not having sex, we might as well dance.”
I felt as if I wanted to punish him for it and there was only one way that came to mind.