Page 13 of Truth
The moment he issued that little challenge, disguised as a game, my body responds automatically. Goose bumps riddle my arm, and I feel hyperaware of the heat coming from his hand resting on my lower back. I’ve never experienced a feeling like this, ever. It’s so foreign but very welcome.
Whatever the hell I’m feeling, I know that it started earlier; I could feel a shift when I was standing with the girls. It was electric as if someone turned on a light switch inside of me. I felt someone’s eyes on me, watching me while I previewed all the sin. A small part of me questioned my sanity, but now I know that he was actually watching me.How am I not skeeved out?The most shocking revelation is no, I am not skeeved out; I feel hungry for his attention.What the fuck is happening to me? What the fuck am I doing?I have to bite down on my lip to stop any nervous laughter from escaping because I refuse to turn back now. I’m doing whatever the fuck I want. All I know is the minute I laid eyes on him, I knew I wanted him, and I’ve never felt so emboldened in my life.
Looking up, I meet his staring eyes on my lip, as I release it from my teeth. His fingers press into my back, and he licks his lower lip, seemingly hypnotized by the action of my mouth. I know exactly what he wants and everything he’s thinking. The thought throws me because it’s as if I’ve known him forever, but we’ve just met.
“Have we met? You feel familiar…” My eyes dart away, unwilling to claim the vulnerability in that statement. I feel stupid saying it out loud. Thank god for my phone buzzing. I reach into my purse and pull it out to see a text from Tinkerbell. I swipe my phone open and read the message saying they“left without me.”I couldn’t care less, but this may be the only time I’m happy she texted. I’ve spent the entire weekend getting clear about what I want and who I don’t. The single conversation I had with Nick this morning was the most relevant of my year. It was our goodbye. Tonight is supposed to be easy, fun, but he feels too intense to be easy.
His deep gravel draws me back to his face. “No, but I know what you mean…it’s not déjà vu because every moment feels new, but I do feel it…the recognition.” Taking a beat, he smirks at some private joke in his head. “I’m King.” His stare is penetrating as if he sees the thoughts I don’t want to admit to.
“Just King? You either have quite the complex, or your mother was trying to indulge her only son.” Laughing, we keep pace back into the main room and over toward a bank of leather bench seats tucked in by an antique privacy screen that looks like it will allow for secret touches and dirty conversation.
“Just King, and I’m not an only child. Are you going to tell me your name, or will you leave me guessing?”
I smile at the idea of making him guess as reality comes crashing in. I can’t tell him my name. I shouldn’t be here in the middle of a sex club only hours after the dissolution of my relationship. My body tenses and I look away as we move closer to the seats. I try to come up with an explanation for leaving. That’s the only thing I should be doing right now.
“Don’t leave.” His voice breaks through my thoughts, stopping us in our places.
“What, wait, huh… How did you know what I was thinking?” I’m caught off guard by how this deliciously sexy man can understand me before I have even processed my own thought.
King pulls my body closer so he can lean down close to my ear. “Can’t you feel it? I know I probably sound crazy, but I can feel your body humming and I know it’s for me. I don’t care what reasons or reason is making you second-guess yourself. I need to have you, and I believe you feel the same way. I have never felt such a pull to anyone in my life. I would ruin everyone in this room if they stood between us. Stop thinking, let yourself feel, trust yourself.”
Trust myself? That’s exactly what I’m trying to do.I’m just not sure I can remember how. But he’s right: my body is humming, and it’s definitely just for him. The feeling is intoxicating. I want to think I’ve given a long moment of contemplation, but the truth is the minute I saw this man, we were a foregone conclusion.
Pushing back against his hard torso, I jump into the deep end of sin. “Hmmm, I like the idea of leaving you guessing. You clearly like games—I’ll stay, but no name for you…” Narrowing my eyes at him, I continue. “Speaking of games, I believe you asked me a question and I answered. The ball is in your court, King.”
He outstretches his arm to offer me a seat and watches as I take it. How does he make taking a seat feel like foreplay? The way he watches me, I feel devoured. I lean back into soft leather bench, supporting myself with one arm, and drape my long chestnut hair over my shoulder, feeling it tickle my wrist, leaving my neck exposed.
His eyes follow to my neck, and they narrow as he bites his lower lip. This man has the aura of a sex god. I have no doubt he will make me forget my name and my life. The latter is what I am hoping for the most, but I plan to flirt back just as hard as I’m getting it. It’s been a long time since I felt like myself, comfortable in my skin. I’ve spent too much time worrying about other people when I should have been focused on myself.
“Would you like a drink? Champagne perhaps?” he asks, refocusing his attention to my face and sitting next to me.
“Bourbon and Sprite would be amazing.”
His grin gives away his approval.I swear I’m wet at the idea of his approval.
Calling the waiter over, King gives our orders and turns his attention back to me. “So, truth…” His pause causes me to squirm. “You liked watching the couple fondle their partner earlier.” His eyes light up when I press my lips together. I’m hoping that if I press them shut, they won’t give away my dirty thoughts. The heat rises through my body, and I am grateful that the room boasts the kind of ambiance that lets my embarrassment exist in the shadows.
“You were watching me?”
He waits seemingly to gauge my reaction at the realization.
The sides of his mouth make a slow turn upward. “Oh, I was captivated. I studied every single one of your reactions.” He rubs his jaw, and I notice the five-o’clock shadow again. I want to run my tongue along the edge of his jaw.
“Why?” He scoots closer as I lean in, desiring the closeness of his body. We are cheek to cheek, like before, creating a bubble around us, a haze of desire we can’t or more appropriately won’t see our way out of. His breath is warm against my cheek, and I want to turn my head and bite his lobe. Squeezing my thighs together, I try and keep my breathing calm, which seems like an impossibility. I can barely think being this close to my divine stranger.
“Because I want to recreate every single reaction your body had while watching. The way your legs tensed, but your body wasn’t; you were squeezing your thighs hoping to take some of the pressure away from that swollen little clit. Weren’t you?”
“Yes.” My breath is husky and barely above a whisper.Touch me.
“Your hands rubbed and squeezed at your hips because you were wishing someone would take you from behind as you watched them. Grip your body and demand from it. You like the idea of an audience…” The stubble of his face scratches my cheek, and I lean in fractionally for more.
“Yes.”Touch me.
“You bit your lip because you wanted to feel the pain she felt when they pinched her nipples…”
My chest is moving up and down on stride with my breathing. I want him on me, in me, touching me. I want to feel the sting of his teeth on my nipple. My clit feels like it may explode, forcing my body to rock ever so slightly with torturous need, but I can’t admit what I desire.
King runs his nose down the side of my neck toward my shoulder in the same way a person delights in a bouquet, breathing in to take me in and consume me. “I can smell your excitement. Now, answer me.” His voice is a command for my answer.
