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As he approaches me, I grip harder on the wood of my desk, unconfident with being a few inches from him. It’s been weeks since we’ve seen each other, and yet he strikes me just like he did the first time. He hovers over me, placing both of his hands on the desk.
“So this is my bedroom.” I lower my voice.
His gaze darkens vibrantly with arousal as he wets his lip with his tongue, unveiling me with just a look. Sexual tension. Magnetism. Craving. We are like opposite forces magnetically drawn to each other. His left thumb lifts my chin up in order to oblige me to meet his scorching stare.
“Remember when I told you… you shouldn’t begin something you can’t finish?”
My cheeks flush red at the thought of my reckless texting. One thing is sure, I can’t let him have his way with me. I can’t let him know he has control over my body. Wearing red undergarments tonight—undergarments he shall not see—wasn’t the smartest decision.
“If you’re hoping to take me on my desk without even being on a date, you’re wrong,” I say, defending myself.
“That wasn’t my intention… for tonight.” He angles his face closer to mine so our lips are dangerously close to colliding.
I swallow, ignoring my palpitating heart. “Don’t get your hopes too high.”
“What if I could prove to you that you want me as much as I want you? An honest game.” His raspy voice is like a whisper, an invitation to sin.
He traces a deliciously light trail down the column of my neck with the tips of his fingers, his gaze locked on me as I nod, giving Wolf the green light. I’m determined to prove to myself that he can’t affect me as much as he claims he could. But when he kisses my neck slowly, a wave of pleasureful goose bumps travels around my whole flesh. He isn’t wasting his time. He knows what he wants, and he is here to claim it. To claim me. And I’m letting him intoxicate my senses. He kisses the lobe of my ear as I pull my head backward, closing my eyelids, facing my guilty pleasure. Igniting into him.
His fingers tease the neckline of my top as he watches me breathing heavily, my thighs squeezing themselves harder. He is playing a game of lust, and he won’t stop until I beg for his kiss, his touch, and admit our attraction. He knows I’m resisting him, and he is enjoying it. His hand clutches my waist as he leans dangerously close, and my lips part, ready to submit, to steal his control by giving him what he needs.
“I’ll not kiss you, Elle. Not now. Not until you admit you want me.”
He backs off, his mission accomplished. Bastard. I immediately amble toward my bed to grab my bag. Wolf is creating within me such contradictory and intense feelings. I’ll not admit I want him. I’ll not give him the checkered flag to be another insignificant conquest. But yet, I want to get back to him.
I notice his piercing gaze on me and decide to bend over seductively to reach my bag. I can feel his eyes dragging over me with lust. But by arching my back in a ‘sexy’ way, my bra unclasps itself from under my top with a loud noise. That’s just great. I was in such a rush that I hadn’t clipped it well, and now I’m paying the price. I try to clip it back, but the rasp of his voice interrupts me.
“Let me do it.”
I turn myself so my back is facing him, feeling like at this pace we will never leave for our date.Not our date. His date.I place my hair on the side of my shoulder while he unzips my top slowly. We are awfully close to each other, too close. He skims his hands on my skin delicately, creating shivers all over my body. He clasps my bra in one move, which is a reminder of all the practice he must have had with his conquests.
He moves his lips closer to my neck. “Red. Nice choice.” I try to ignore his comment as he zips my top back up. I repeat my mantra. Undergarments he shall not see. Undergarments he shall not touch. Undergarments he shall not rip.
“You won’t see more of that, I’m afraid.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”
He kisses my nape, and we’re back into our spiral. A game of power, a game of running back and forth from the other. His hands find my hips and pull me closer to him. His lips move over my earlobe before nibbling on my neck again. His erection on my back. I start losing control. He grips me harder. I’m flushed. I can’t breathe. When I’m about to ask him to end my suffering, he reels me in to face him.
His hand possessively cups my jaw, angling my head up, while his calloused finger caresses my lower lip. “I was right. You want me.” On that sentence, he pulls away from me and lets me hang there unsatisfied as he walks toward the door.That controlling bastard!“I told you I’ll make you pay for your teasing.” He flashes me a victorious smile as he leans on the door.
Nicely played, but the race is not over. I move closer to him and stare into his eyes, darting my tongue out of my mouth. “Aaron.”
“Yes?”
I look down at his pants. “You are still hard.” I wink at him before leaving my bedroom. “From where I stand, you are the one who wants me.”
I believe I just won the pole position.
“Aaron! I can’t believe it!” I exclaim, excitement rushing through my veins. We are standing in front of the fair. The Ferris wheel is spinning, big attractions are dazzling through the dark night. It’s the perfect summer evening. I’ve never been here before. It was my dream teen date, but I never found the right man to bring me here. I wonder if Aaron could read my mind. Tonight, I didn’t want to go to one of those fancy places, I wanted excitement. That’s the thing with Wolf, he does the unexpected.
“Shall we?” he addresses me, watching me acting like a five-year-old child.
I nod and follow him toward the fair entrance. The atmosphere is magical. People are gathering around a variety of attractions. Happiness is the only emotion of the night. The festival music, the food treats, fireworks… and Aaron LeBeau—who laughs at me seeing me trotting around the attractions. Wolf laughs. That’s unusual. He has more charisma, power, and money, than every man I ever met, and yet he is so simple.
Some people recognize Wolf, and he waves politely at them with a charming smile. He even agreed on a few pictures that the most courageous fans dared to ask, which confused me even more. Wolf isn’t the type of man to cares, to be that open with people. Am I wrong about him?
“What?” He stares at me, probably noticing my bewilderment.
