Page 24 of Kayden: The Past
She rubbed herself on my leg, grinding on me, as her leg rubbed my cock. All willpower I had for avoiding being with Danielle, wanting her, had evaporated. She smelled too good and felt amazing in my arms—I couldn’t resist her any longer. She turned in my arms and rubbed her ass against me, moving with the music. She threw her head back and placed it on my shoulder as I held her waist, and we moved together to the music. Dancing with Danielle was the most erotic moment I’d had on the dance floor and with clothes still on my body. She turned her face and ran her tongue along my jaw. I turned mine and captured her tongue in my mouth. I ran my hands up the sides of her shirt brushing the underside of her breasts with my thumbs. I nuzzled my face into her hair and let our bodies move together as one.
We lost track of time as the songs changed, and we touched, danced, and kissed on the dance floor. She cupped her hand and motioned she wanted a drink.
We ordered a drink right before the two o’clock stop time. It would be water the rest of the night if we stuck around. “Now what, Danielle?”
“I drink my drink.”
“Smartass, I meant us. Where do we go from here?”
“I’d say we need to get to know each other, Kayden. I know you’re an amazing dancer, a great kisser, and fucked me better than anyone else in my life. I want to know you. Who are you?”
“If you figure out the answer to that question, please let me know.” I laughed. What was there to say? I wasn’t a normal guy, but I didn’t think any of her past boyfriends fit the average scale. “Can I take you out for dinner tomorrow night?”
“I work tomorrow night, but I’m off on Monday.”
Fuck. Her job would be an issue for me if we became a couple. I didn’t like the idea of another man looking at, let alone possibly touching, what was mine. I swallowed hard and put the thought out of my mind. “Monday, then. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“It’s a date.”
We stayed the rest of the night at the club, dancing and talking. We found an empty hammock close to closing and lay together to watch the sun rise over the city. It was amazing. The glass windows were all illuminated in shades of red, orange, and yellow. I’d never watched the sunrise with someone, spent a night awake dancing and talking, and a night with a woman without sex.
“Sleep well, Danielle,” I said. I kissed her goodnight. I longed to be with her, but we needed to wait, at least until our first date. She wrapped her arms around my body and held herself to me.
“Kayden, can I ask a favor?” She looked up, searching my eyes, praying for something.
“Anything.”
“Will you come home with me and hold me until I fall asleep?” She blinked slowly, and her face looked heavy with worry.
An internal warmth emanated throughout my body, and the corners of my mouth rose, almost touching my eyes. “I’d love to. Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. It’s been ages since I’ve just been held by a man.” She planted her face in my shirt and wrapped her arms tighter around my torso. “I’m not looking for sex. I just want to be wrapped in your arms. I want to sleep peacefully.”
I kissed the top of her head. “Let’s go. I’ll follow you home. No sex. I’d love just to hold you.” Some of that statement wasn’t true, but I could keep my cock inside my pants for one night. I wouldn’t allow myself to come on to her and fuck her if that wasn’t what she wanted.
She lived in an apartment above a store in an up-and-coming neighborhood of Cleveland. It wasn’t safe like the suburbs or the area where I lived, but it wasn’t crime-ridden. We parked on the street, and she walked to my car and waited for me to get out. When I looked at her face, she looked relieved. I followed her up to her tiny one-bedroom flat. The front door looked like it had been painted dozens of times, and the paint was chipping off. I knew she could afford more than the rent this place had to cost.
The apartment smelled of flowers, and the scent was so strong it hit me as soon as I entered the space. It was a girl’s place, and there was no mistaking that fact. Everything was a shade of pink, with sprinkles of black throughout. She grabbed my hands as I looked around the room, immersing myself in all things Danielle.
“This way.” I would’ve found it without her taking my hand. The place only had two doors, but I easily could’ve spent an hour just trying to figure her out by things she surrounded herself with and gotten lost.
She went into the bathroom and came out in a long nightshirt with a bunny on it. Not the sleep-time attire I’d think a stripper would wear. It looked too childlike and didn’t fit the sexy image I had in my head. She crawled under the covers and held them out for me. I took my clothes off, and thankfully, maybe for the first time in my life, I had a pair of boxers on, because a naked me with Danielle in the bed would’ve been a bad combination, not that a tiny scrap of cloth would stop me. I lay down on my back and let her situate her body against mine before wrapping my arms around her. For the first time in months, I fell asleep with the scent and warmth of a woman. I’d missed it more than I realized, and having her in my arms made my heart ache for the love of a good woman.
We found that we had a lot in common, but the worst vices were alcohol and drugs. She was a user, but I wouldn’t classify her as an addict. I knew it was a bad idea. My addictions could spin out of control, and I could fall deeper into the world I had already stepped foot inside. I ignored my conscience and listened to the little devil on my shoulder telling me all the reasons I should be with Danielle. I was blinded by her beauty, mesmerized by her body, and infatuated with the woman.
