Page 3 of Beyond the Cage
He escorts me down a corridor to a door labeled ‘K.O.’, knocks, opens the door, and ushers me inside. K.O. is sitting in a chair facing the door, chewing gum and playing with some imaginary hair on his chin. At least he’s wearing a shirt now. No distracting naked chest for me to stare at. Bummer. The door closes behind me, and the finality of the sound leaves me questioning my decision.What am I doing?I suddenly feel like I’m trapped in a cage with a lion – a huge, hungry lion.
“Hello again,” I greet him nervously.
He nods and motions to a chair next to him. As I make my way over, he produces a bottle of Spades and fills a glass, handing it to me when I take my seat. I place my Kit Kat on the arm of the chair and take it from his fingers.
“Thank you.”
He turns slightly in his chair, and stares at me while I take a sip. I notice he’s not drinking.
“Jasmine.” I extend my hand to him.
He takes it and stares into my eyes, applying the faintest pressure, then sweeps his thumb across my knuckles. I feel a flurry of…somethingin the pit of my stomach. I’ve never felt anything remotely like it before. I like his hands – big and strong, with long fingers. My gaze slides farther down. He has big feet, too. We all know what they say about men with big feet. My eyes move up and rest on the area between his huge thighs. I really can’t see anything, but I can just imagine what’s hidden beneath his shorts. I swallow and return my gaze to his face.
His expression has changed. Okay…this look I definitely know. I’ve seen it many times before, when my dates thought they were going to get lucky. His eyes…they’re captivating. I stare into them, once again unable to look away. He breaks the trance by standing and dragging his shirt over his head. Whoa! I fight the urge to jump out of my chair and run my tongue along the ridges on his stomach. He steps toward me and I jerk my head up.Is he thinking what I think he’s thinking?
“What are you doing?” I ask.
He cocks his head to the side and raises a questioning brow. I leave my chair and take a few steps back.
“Do you think I’m one of your…groupies?”
His brows furrow in confusion and he takes another step forward. I step back until I collide with the wall.Why did I come here? He can probably snap my neck with one finger. How the hell will I be able to stop him from taking what he wants?He stands before me and crosses his wrists behind his back. He’s calm, watching me passively. Is that his way of saying he won’t touch me…hurt me? I look into his eyes and he smiles. Wow…beautiful smile, tasty-looking lips.Shit. Focus! Potential life threatening situation here.He slowly leans forward and I place my hands on his chest to stop him. The man’s body is like a brick wall! Lord Jesus! Indecent thoughts begin to race through my mind. My fingers desperately want to travel down his protruding pecs and over that ripped abdomen.Think,Jas!I steel my nerves.
“What? You think because you’re some kind of big deal I’m just going to do whatever you want?”
He shrugs as if to say ‘Why not?’
“Can’t you talk?”
He nods.
“Then why don’t you?”
He shakes his head.
Infuriating man. He hasn’t said a word but he expects me to fuck him?
“Well, then…thank you for the drink, but I’m gonna go now.”
He steps aside, so I move around him and head for the door.Thank you, Lord!Before I can walk out, I feel myself being dragged back by one of the belt loops on my shorts.
“What the hell?” I exclaim.
When he releases me, I turn to face him, my anger growing. He’s smiling. Smiling! Side note, he has beautiful teeth.
“Look, you’re hot and all but this”—I motion between me and him—“isn’t going to happen. I don’t know you, never even heard of you until a few minutes ago. Thanks anyway for the drink.”
Before I can leave, he grabs my waist, lifts me off the floor, and crushes me against him. I let out a surprised squeal, but then his lips are on mine – hard and insistent. That same chill I got earlier runs down my spine again. I should pull away. I should. He takes advantage of my parted lips and rams his tongue down my throat.Fuck!A tingle runs the entire length of my body. Screw pulling away; I wrap my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist. His lips move voraciously over mine like…like I said, a huge, hungry lion. I pull away, gaping at him, breathing out of control, my lips tingling from his kiss. It’s weird but I want more. His eyes are burning with something else now – desire. I slowly comb my fingers through his hair.Hmm…so soft.
“Slow down.”
I lean forward and gently press my lips to his. He remains still. Slowly, I run my tongue along his bottom lip, and that catches his attention. He covers my lips and his tongue ventures into my mouth once more.
“Mm,” I moan.
He may be a killer but he’s an incredible kisser. A killer kisser? Returning his kiss, I suck on his bottom lip then tangle my tongue with his. One hand moves down to cup my ass, and he gives it a light squeeze. His other hand slides into my hair, pulling me deeper into his kiss. I moan again as he traps my bottom lip between his, sucking gently. This is more than incredible. He is some kind of a kissing god! His hand in my hair moves back down to curl around my waist and he tightens his hold…too tightly. It pulls me out of my lip-sucking bliss.
“Ow!”
