Intimacy lessons

I expected a shocked reaction, I thought she would fight or push me. Maybe then I would have enough excuse to tie her down and make her submit to me physically. But instead, she sighed into my mouth and let me kiss her.

What was this called? Mixed signals. Earlier she had said she didn’t even want me, which I didn’t believe but now It was surprising to feel her soft and pliant beneath my hands.

I parted her lips wider with my tongue and delved in. She tasted of coffee, sugar, and honey. The combination was perfect in her mouth, her scent invaded my nostril, mixed with oxygen, and spread down my body, increasing my need for more, and taking away my will to be gentle.

My fingers went around her neck, angling her head more perfectly to allow me to kiss her better, and play with her tongue as I wanted to. Yet, I still wanted more, because her reaction wasn’t what I wanted. It was nothing compared to her moans last night.

I pulled at her lower lips with my teeth before breaking the kiss. “What’s wrong, Em?” I asked.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” She asked, “I’m only at your service.” Was her response.

I narrowed my eyes; this wasn’t what I meant. A small smile rose by the side of my lips, did she think she could sit there and take whatever I wanted to do with her body? It was a theory I would love to test.

“What are you doing?” She asked, I was clearing the counter where the drink was arranged, I’d wanted to do this for a while.

“All you have to do is watch,” I replied smugly.

She had not seen me even half naked before… let’s see how she’ll love this body.

Emily King.

I think he had hit his head on something. Or maybe Susan had mixed something in his coffee.

After he kissed me and cleared the counter, I yelped when he lifted me to the counter, but the real surprise came when he began to unbutton his shirt.

Wondering what he was up to, I decided to keep my mouth shut and not embarrass myself.

It might have been better if I spoke because my mouth fell open when his abs were revealed.

I think my mouth started to water when his chest first came into view, or maybe I had started when he removed his suit jacket, and his thin material shirt exposed the shape and size of his arm muscles. Alexandro King was a big man, but I did my best not to look at his build so I wouldn’t be intimidated.

The hair on his chest where as dark as the ones on his hair, they followed each other with very alluring curls that made me want to run my fingers through them.

I was about to shift my gaze away from him, to save myself the embarrassment that would come when he found me ogling at him, but I wasn’t fast enough to miss the first two of those abs. They were perfect and heralding, telling me the beauty of the remaining abs to be revealed.

He pulled the shirt out of his pants where they had been neatly tucked and I finally found grace to look away. From the side of my eyes, I saw him discard the shirt and walk towards me. If I hadn’t been sitting on the counter, I might have run away at this point. Maybe run to the bathroom and lock me in.

He stopped right in front of me. I folded my hands together before I did something stupid, like touch him.

“Touch me.” He commanded.

“I… Why?” I asked, then watched him raise a brow.

“Are you questioning me?” His voice was light and didn’t seem angry, but I raised my hands anyway, I settled the tip of my fingers on his collarbone.

“Have you touched a man before?” He asked, there was something strong in his voice, an emotion I didn’t recognize.

“Does my father count?” I asked, trying to make light of the atmosphere. A serious sexual tension had begun soaring up. I never expected any sexual tension between Alexandro King and me. A part of me decided it was because he hadn’t fucked me, and he would take away this little attention he managed to pay me the moment we had sex. The other part of me hoped we would have something close to being a normal couple. Both parts of me were just my subconsciousness. My brain wanted me to get out of all this while my heart just wanted to hear that my father was awake.

“No. He doesn’t.” He replied, his eyes were on me, he wasn’t batting his lashes, and his dark pupil seemed to be an abyss that was trying to pull me in itself.

I had thought sitting on the counter that brought me slightly higher than his eye level was an advantage, but now I couldn’t bring my eyes low to avoid his eyes.

“No. I have never touched a man.” I muttered, shutting my eyes.

“Open your eyes, Emily, I believe I asked you to touch me.” He murmured, bringing his hands to my chin angling my head and my eyes met his the moment they opened up.

He proceeded to take my hand and put it directly on his breast. His skin burned my palm and I snatched my hands away as soon as he freed them.

“Emily. From next week, I will be taking you around, introducing you to the crowd. Many scenes where I would touch you would play up and you would have to touch me too. Many already think of us to be in love and we would have to play it.” He grabbed my hands and placed it on his chest again. “C’mon.” Then his voice went dangerously low and sexy. “I don’t bite.”

I swallowed as my fingers flattened over his chest again, placing my hands directly over his breast before I began to move lower, slowly.

The contact seemed too much, I avoided his eyes as I trailed over him with the tip of my fingers. I didn’t play with the strands of curly hair on his chest even if I desperately wanted to, instead, I concentrated on running my fingers over his skin without making a fool of myself.

A finger accidentally graced his nipple, and I felt his whole body stiffen in response. My control slipped as my eyes rose to meet his.

Wrong move Emily.

The heat and passion in his eyes engulfed me as soon as my eyes met him. The attraction wasn’t a feeling I was used to. I knew survival, and that was what had helped me with Alexandro King, I tried to adjust to his mood and save myself from punishment. But it was wrong to be attracted to him on many levels.

It would never be over for me if I loved this man, and my life meant nothing to him.

Red lights of alarm rang in my head as I saw the distance between us begin to close. Literarily. My heartbeat accelerated when I realized I was moving closer to him too.

Wrong move Emily.