Chapter 113: Dream Come True

He remained silent while I looked at him in shock, waiting for an explanation. I didn't get anything, except his intense green eyes staring at me from the other room. I felt like I was under a microscope, and that glass of wine was spinning in my stomach, twisting and turning as I moved nervously on my heels.

'Is this some kind of joke?' I half laugh. I'm still waiting for clarity, but it won't come. I try to ignore the mass of beautiful people and frantically search my brain for guidance or instruction. It is useless. I'm not blind I'll happily volunteer that I've imagined his chest, more than once, and it's beyond even my highest imaginations and expectations. This man is beyond perfect. What will I do?

He just stood there, head slightly bowed, staring at me through his long eyelashes. His eyes were piercing me, his mouth, and I could see the rise and fall of his incredible chest. There is some serious meaning; not too big, just clean...cut... perfection. If he's wrecking fully clothed, then he deserves a rapture now. I took a deep breath. Oh God, he has V. His heavy breathing causes his muscles to roll and mess, the increased swells putting stoppers in his attempt to appear unaffected. He was really affected. What is he doing there like that? Standing in just jeans, looking freshly shaved, showing more beauty? I mentally slapped myself. It's obvious what he's playing. I know I shouldn't have trusted him. He's so unreal and so bloody forward - it's almost unattractive ... almost. I laughed softly to myself. It's not unattractive - not at all. I am a pooling mass of want. Do I hope to see him? Yes, I'll admit it. But like this? Yes, actually, I was. I have only thought about it a little since I watched him.

His arms were tied at his sides, but his stance was confident and determined. He's staring at me with complete intent, his look telling me I'm about to melt with pleasure. I should leave, but as much as I think I need to, as much as I'm battling with my sensible side to run, I don't. Instead, I lowered my eyes to his jean-clad thigh, noticing the bulge in her groin. He's absolutely turned on and judging by the coiled pain of desire that just came out of my stomach, so am I.
My body stiffens in panic, fighting between opposing sides of me - the sane side, telling me to get out of here, and my dangerous side, begging me to stay and take what he wants to give. This is wrong. I was just chatting with his girlfriend downstairs. Well, not chatting. Chatting implies that it is a friendly interlocutor - it is not.

My debating brain shifted my position as I parted my lips to take a steadying breath. I bent my neck.'Relax, Shaira,' he quietly soothed me. 'I know you want it.'

I almost laughed. Who doesn't? Look at him. I stood motionless, the only visible movement was my heart beating out of my chest, and it increased tenfold as he slowly began to walk towards me, his eyes fixed on mine.

When he's a few feet away, his fresh, minty scent wafts into my nose, sending my body into a frenzy. I don't know how I managed it, but I kept my eyes on him, lifting them to maintain contact as he approached, until he stood before me. He was as close as possible without physically touching me. 'Turn around.' he ordered gently.

I agree without even thinking or hesitating, slowly turning away from him as I wipe my cheek and close my eyes. What am I doing I didn't budge a bit. My shoulders are in tension, anticipating his touch, and no amount of mental encouragement to relax is paying off. The only sound that broke the screaming silence was the heavy breathing coming from both of us.

I stood for a moment, then turned and faced him again, but was stopped in my tracks when two firm, warm, slightly trembling hands rested on my shoulders, stopping me from following through with my purpose. His touch made me frown, and he slowly released one of his hands, as if to make sure I would stay. My loose hair was gathered in his hand and released to fall in front of me. In my own private darkness, I could hear my head begging me to run away, but my body had a different agenda. It blatantly ignores any instructions from my brain. His hand returned to my shoulder and slowly massaged my stiff muscles. The feeling was divine, my head spinning in appreciation as a small sigh escaped my lips.

The pressure builds, and I soap the delicious movements of his talented hands as I feel his hot breath close to my ear. Shivering, I brought my face closer to the source. I know it's tempting, but at this moment, I'm numb. I want more. 'Don't stop this.' he whispered, the vibrations of his voice sending shockwaves throughout my body. I was physically shaking. It is beyond my control. My breath caught in the back of my throat.

'I don't want to.' My voice was unrecognizable. I can't believe he caught me like this; I can't believe I'm accepting this.

'It's a good job. I don't think I'd let you.' He pressed his entire front to my back, his mouth lowered to my ear. 'I'm going to take your clothes off.'

My nod of agreement was almost gone, but he caught it and responded by nipping at my ear, only helping to increase the relentless pressure on my already throbbing core.

'You're too f**king beautiful, Shaira Rose.' he purrs, skimming his lips across my ear.

'Oh god,' I leaned back against him, his erection throbbing against his jeans, throbbing against my lower back.

'Can you feel that?' He rolled his hips. I moaned. 'I'm going to have you, lady,' his words were spoken with complete conviction.

I am a complete slave to them. I know for sure that he has had training in this area; he must have the gift of seduction down to a fine art. I'm not in denial. Women must be falling at his feet every day. He's a well-trained master, who sees and takes what he wants, but it doesn't bother me one bit. Right now, I'm here for the taking, with no conscience and no hesitation. Caution is completely and utterly thrown to the wind. What harm can it do? I could feel his index finger starting at the bottom of my back, followed by a slow, precise stroke down the center of my spine, causing my head to roll freely.

I plead with my hands to stay at my sides when all I want to do is turn and swallow him, but he's already stopped me from turning to him once. He clearly wants to be in control. When he reached the top of my dress, he grabbed the zipper and put his hand on my hip. I jerk. This is my ultimate tickle spot and any friction with my hip, or the hollow above it, sends me through the roof. Closing my eyes, I use every ounce of strength I have to ignore the contact. It was hard, but the size of his hand on my hip held me back, keeping me from moving. The zipper of my dress slowly came down and I heard him gasp at the exposure of my bare skin. He removed his hand from my hip, and I froze as I immediately missed the warmth. But then I felt two hands slide under the material of my dress and rest on my bare shoulders. His fingers flexed as he pushed my dress away from my face before slowly dragging it down my body, letting it fall to the floor.

His breath is catching, and I thank all the saints I put in decent underwear. I was standing in my bra, knickers, and heels, and at the complete mercy of the Adonis behind me. What am I doing? 'Hmmm, lace.' he whispered. He grabbed my waist and lifted me up from the pooling dress before facing him. In these heels, my eyes were level with her chin, and with a small upward flick, I focused on his full, beautiful lips and wanted him to put them on mine. I was losing my temper quickly and my conscience had long since left the building. I'm wanton, and with this man, easy.

He raised one hand to my chest and circled my nipple in my bra with his thumb, his gaze focused on his movements. My ni**les trembled at the contact, stretching behind the material of my bra. A small smile played on the corner of his lips. He knows the effect he has on me. He introduced his index finger and tugged at the stiff nub, causing my br**sts to throb, becoming heavy, painful mounds. I was very happy with this man who was studying me so well, turning me into a trembling, desperate mess. I still can't believe I'm doing this, but damn, can I stop it?
I watched as he raised one of his hands to palm my other breast. I couldn't take my hands off him. My arms went up and my palms landed on his chest. The warmth and firmness take my breath away. I start to trail my finger down the void between his pecs, smiling to myself when I feel him flinch under my touch and groan low in his throat. Before I could take advantage of entering his body, he turned me around, and I wanted to cry inside.

'I want to see you.' I sighed.

'Shhhh.' He silenced me, took off my bra, and slipped his hands under the straps.

He dropped them off my arms, letting them fall to the floor before his hands found my br**sts and willingly kneaded them. He continued to breathe hot and heavy breaths in my ear.

'You.and.me,' he mumbled and spun me around, he smashed his lips against mine, taking my breath away. I'm back where I want to go. His tongue is working hard on my lower lip, looking for the entrance, and I'm not denying him. I accept him in my mouth, our tongues are fighting, his mouth is hot, and his tongue is loose but intense. I put my arms on his shoulders to pull him closer as he pressed his groin to my lower stomach. His erection was as hard as steel and wanted to escape from the confinement of the jeans wrapped around it. Every part of him seemed perfect. This is all I could think of.

A soft moan escaped his mouth as both of his hands drifted up my back to meet my head, his fingers spread behind, the heels of his palms resting on my cheekbones. He breaks the kiss and I whisper at the loss. His shoulders rise and fall with the deep breaths he forces into his lungs, and he rests his forehead against mine with his eyes closed. He looks hurt.

'I'm going to lose you.' he breathed, his hand traveling back down the curve of my spine to the back of my thigh. With a gentle tug, he pulled my leg up to rest on his hip, patting my cunt against his other. He searches my eyes desperately. 'There's something here,' he whispered. 'I don't imagine.'No, he's not. I thought back to Friday when I first laid eyes on him. I felt electrified, all sorts of strange reactions reverberating through my mind and body. That's not normal, and I'm so relieved that I'm not the only one who feels this way.

'There is.' I confirmed quietly, watching his eyes change from uncertainty to complete satisfaction.

I was on one leg, slightly wrapped around his waist, ready to jump the gun and wrap my other leg around him. I need to feel everything about him. I need his lips on mine. As if he could read my mind, he tilted his head and lowered his mouth to mine, but this time he was calmer as he gently brushed his lips against mine at the dreamiest pace.

He tilted his pelvis against me, and I immediately recognized the beginning of a huge build-up of pressure in my groin. I have no power to control it; I don't want to control it.

Grinding his hips against mine, he continued to take my mouth slowly, the combined sensation of me tinkering with the edge. One touch and I'd probably explode. His kiss hardens, grinding of his hips.

'Oh, Jesus,' he whispered against my lips. 'Don't break it.'

Do not destroy it. Why is he pleading with me, or is he pleading with himself? But everything became clear when I heard someone calling Engelbert's name. I recognize the cold and unfriendly voice as Sarah's. And just like that, my enjoyment of the building died a death, retreating faster than it had come. Fuck off, f**k off, f**k off! I kept shouting in my brain. My limp body suddenly stiffened, my fingers digging into Engelbert's shoulders. What am I doing?

His girlfriend was wandering around, probably outside, and I was locked in here with her boyfriend's arms around me. I am terrible!
He deepens the kiss, pushing on my lips to the point of pain, his tongue invading my mouth with urgency. I knew he was trying to keep me in the game. He let go of my thigh and brought his hands to my hips to keep me quiet. He thought I was going to run. I'm going to run. He let go of my lips, and my head automatically lowered.

'The door's locked,' he assures me quietly. I can't go on with this now! I may not like the girl, but I'm not a home wrecker. I did some damage, but I was able to stop it from progressing to the point of no return. He brought one of his hands up to grab my jaw, tilting my head and making it hard as I focused his green pool on me. His frown lines are clear as he looks for something in my eyes – hope, I think.

'Please.' his mouth.

I slightly shook my head in his hand, my gaze fell on his chest, my eyes closed. His hand tightens around my waist and he shakes my jaw slightly in a desperate attempt to drag me out of the shell I've crawled into.

'Don't run,' he almost ground the words, as if they were a command.

'I can't do this.' I whisper, feeling his hands drop away from me with a frustrated growl.

'Engelbert?' I heard Sarah's voice again, but closer this time.

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