Page 20 of Taking A Chance
“I’m fine,” she flat out yawns this time, unable to hide it even behind her hand. “Sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry,” I say, taking her delicate hand in mine, holding it close to my chest. “It’s been a long day. Let me walk you to your room.”
“Okay,” she sighs, and I wonder if I’m not the only one who doesn’t want to call it a night.
Even the elevator seems to be against me, when the doors open as soon as I press the button. I let Petra walk in first and follow close behind her. The door closes, leaving just the two of us in the private confinements of the carriage. I slide my hands on her hips and bring her against me. With her head against my chest, she slides her arms around my waist, hugging me back. I feel the heat of her body as she relaxes and moulds against me.
Tilting her head back, she looks up at me. Her words come out soft and sleepy, yet clearly full of sincerity. “Thank you for today. I’ve had a wonderful time.”
I respond by pulling her even tighter to me. “Believe me, it’s been an absolute pleasure.” Our mouths are close, so close that if she puckers her lips the tiniest amount, they’ll touch. An internal fight goes on within me. Should I kiss her? I want to kiss her. But I don’t want to see that fear that I saw earlier. Before I even get the chance to decide, the elevator door opens, and the moment is lost.
We walk together, my arm across her shoulders, her arm around my waist, until we get to her door. Facing each other, we lock eyes, each of us waiting for the other to say something. Both of us not wanting to be the one to make that final move.
“Would you like a coffee? I have a machine in my room.” She points a finger over her shoulder. “I could really do with a coffee.”
“Sure, I think a coffee would be nice.”
“Great stuff.” As she turns, she gets the key card from her bag and swipes it. After three attempts with shaky hands, I put mine around hers to hold it steady. The light flicks from red to green and I push the door open.
“Thank you,” she murmurs and drops her bag onto the narrow cabinet that stands inside the entrance. “I’ll go check there’s enough water in the machine. What would you like? I think it does latte…” I grab her wrist and spin her around to face me. I take a step forward, so she’s trapped against the cabinet, “or maybe you’d prefer an Americano.” I stare deep into her eyes, trying to read her. “Espresso?”
“You.” I say with conviction, I don’t want to hold back any longer. “I want you.” I let my hand caress the side of her face. My thumb traces the line of her chin before skimming over her bottom lip. “I want to kiss you, touch every inch of you. But do you want it too?” When my thumb sweeps over her bottom lip again, she captures it with her teeth, sucking it into her mouth. I groan out my approval, taking it as a clear sign for me to make my move. I’m conflicted though, because her eyes tell me a different story. She releases my thumb, and it slides slowly from her mouth. I spread the saliva that coats the pad, across her bottom lip before teasing it down, exposing the tip of her pink tongue. With our faces so close, I whisper my question into her open mouth.
“What are you scared of, Petra?”
What are you scared of? His words ricochet around my head like a ball in a pinball machine. What aren’t I afraid of? I’m afraid of letting go, taking that step, falling in too deep. Losing control of myself, my life, giving away what I’ve only just regained. Yet I know that this is nothing serious. For all intents and purposes, it’s a one-night stand. Others do it, why not me? He’s hot, he’s off the chart sexy, and to be honest, I’m sick of walking away when what I really need is a good hard fucking. I need to grab my girly bits and do this.
“Petra?” The sound of Cade’s deep lust laced voice snaps me into deciding. I suck in a deep breath. Cade removes his hands and takes a step back, away from me. “I’ll go.”
“The fuck you will,” I pant out. Popping up on my tiptoes, I grip each side of his head, pulling his face down and into my kiss. A deep growl echoes in his throat at the same time as he grabs my thighs, lifts, and plonks me down onto the cabinet. My arse is up against the wall, but with the unit only being narrow, the only thing stopping me from toppling forward is Cade’s up and close hard body. Our kisses become frenzied, as if we both want to eat the living daylights out of each other. It suddenly occurs to me that if he puts this much into a kiss, then the sex is going to be manic. I grip onto the hair at the back of his neck and pull, while in my head I chant to myself, ‘Don’t panic.’
Cade’s hands go behind my neck, quickly unfastening the catch that holds together the halter neck. The straps slide down, but the pressure of Cade’s body keeping me in place stops the fabric from falling further and exposing my bra. He breaks the kiss, only to run the tip of his tongue from my bottom lip down until he reaches the small hollow at my throat. He grazes along my collarbone with his teeth, when he gets to my shoulder he nips the skin, then rubs his lips against the now tender spot.
I’m already wet between my legs. My body alight with arousal, screaming for more, my pussy pulsates in anticipation of what it so desperately needs.
His mouth stays firmly against my skin when he slides his hands between the hardwood surface and my arse, lifting me up. I cling onto his hard shoulders, and wrap my legs around his waist. I hook my feet together to strengthen my hold on him.
“What are you doing?” I ask breathlessly when he pulls me away from the wall.
“Fuck, Petra, you’re driving me crazy.” His lips cover mine again. Tongues moving together, with a hint of urgency and determination. He carries me over to the foot of the bed; slowly releases his hold and I slide down his body. I cling to him, not wanting to break the kiss, not wanting to let him go. Not wanting this to stop.
He pulls away and takes a few steps backwards, leaving me standing alone. My lips seem to be swollen, but I don’t care. If by the end of the night they fell off, I wouldn’t give a shit, it would be worth every single kiss.
He grabs a chair and places it in the centre of the room, only a few feet away from where I stand. Once he takes the seat, he watches me, his pupils so dilated that the blue of his iris is almost non-existent.
“Take off your clothes.” His voice is low and harsh, but not with anger. With lust. My hands move at speed, clumsily trying to get to the little side zip of my dress. “Slowly,” he orders.
“Why?” I ask. It’s not that I don’t want to, I’m not sure if I can do it without looking a total tit. I know I can come across as a bit of a minx, but now that I’m under the spotlight, so to speak, I’m more likely to look clumsy rather than sexy. “It’s not like you haven’t already seen me in my underwear.”
“I want to watch as you …” he points at me with his index finger, “show yourself to me. I want you to strip for me.”
An uncontrollable shiver shoots down my spine. His words have me wondering if there’s a darker, dominant side to Cade. It rattles my nerves a bit. Cracks appear in my mind as doubt seeps in. But my inner curiosity also wants to find out how deep Cade’s sexual preferences go. So, I take the metal zip tag at the side of my dress and slide it down slowly. When it reaches my waist, it takes a little more force to get past the seam, but when it does, the garment becomes undone and floats to the floor, leaving me standing in my underwear.
The cut of the black lace knickers is my preferred style. Resting softly at the hip, the side slightly higher with a little v indent that helps make my legs look longer than they actually are. The bra, well, that cost me an arm and a leg, but then, you need to spend the cash if you want one that stays in place when you remove the straps. Even though I say it myself, it makes my boobs look amazing. The cup is low enough to accentuate the soft domes. When I look down, I see the tiniest edge of my areola showing. My fingers twitch, wanting to hitch up the bra and reposition, but I force myself to leave it be. I stand still, my arms laid across my stomach, as I fidget at being so exposed.
“I’m waiting.” Cade’s words are sharp, and I know it’s make or break. Either I tell him to leave and that this is a mistake, or I take that step, the step that will break through the invisible shield that I’m cocooned in.
I take a deep breath and let my arms fall loosely to my side. Another deep breath and I unhook my bra with one hand, while still holding the cups in place with my forearm. Gradually sliding the bra away, I expose my breasts. The coolness of the air conditioning wafts across my already hardened nipples, causing me to take a sudden intake of breath and another uncontrollable shiver. I’m not cold; if anything, I’m hot with both arousal and want.