Page 11 of Leather & Lace

You, I want to blurt out badly, but I know that would be a horrible idea, so I just stick with a safe response.

“You know, just live that college dream. Party my ass off and have a pounding headache in the morning while I pray to the porcelain gods.” He lets out a sweet, grumbly laugh which makes my heart flutter. Such a perfect sound. Deep, but breathy. I also can’t believe he finds me funny, most just find me mundane.

Oh, and those perfect little dimples that pull at the sides of his smile. I could melt right here.

“So, you are beautiful and funny? Is there anything you are not?” he asks with a question in his glittering eyes.

“Well, I am not rich,” I gestured around at his place with my hands.

“Yeah, money is great but still doesn’t fill all the holes,” he says with a sort of sadness in his eyes. He walks away from me towards the outer edge of his property and looks out to the city view below. His eyes seem to travel far off into the distance and linger on the horizon.

He seems lost. Almost as if he travels to a distant memory in seconds. “It is just humbling, you know?” He says after a few quiet minutes while I join and stand next to him. Our hands gently brush into one another, sending a jolt of static electricity straight through my body, giving us both a shock to our hands.

“Ow! Sorry! Fuck!” I say as I pull my hand away and cross my arms over my chest. He just sits there and gives a hearty laugh while looking at his hand.

“Hey, don’t worry, we just have to blame it on our chemistry.” I snort, my eyes widen from the sound as I quickly wrap my arms tightly around my chest. “Did you just snort?” His eyes widened playfully.

I could die. Again. My cheeks are definitely on fire right now. He lifts his finger and touches my flushing cheek, “It's cute.” I stand there in mere shock, unable to create words. A slight icy breeze catches my hair sending kisses to my skin across my shoulders. I started to shiver a little.

Noticing, he asks, “Would you like me to help keep you warm? If I had a coat on, I would gladly let you use it. But since I do not have a coat on, I could wrap you in my arms. You know, body heat.” He gives me a quick wink and charming smile.

I don’t think I would be able to stand if this man placed his arms around me. I would probably turn into a puddle of mush right here. Just drop straight to the cool grass and beg him to make love to me.

My thighs start trembling at the thought and rub together again. I hear him inhale deeply as he stares down at my thighs, seeing me pressing them together...the fishnet stockings colliding. His breathing is picking up. His gaze meets my eyes again, lust filling them, licking his lips.

“I can smell your sweet scent.” He says while clenching his jaw and starting to lean in closer to me, radiating his heat onto mine. My heart leaps out of my chest at his forwardness. So close, but still so far away. I close my eyes and open my lips.

“There you are!” Chase says as he makes his way towards me, then suddenly slows down once he sees Eli standing not even two inches away from my face. I hear Eli groan quietly next to me. “I got your drink Brook.” He reaches us and gives me a half smile. Well, this is fucking awkward.

Clenching my teeth and closing my eyes tightly, I turn towards him. Before I can turn back to Eli, he is already making his way towards the house. I almost kissed him. I couldn’t even stop myself if I wanted to. I was in a complete trance once again. My heart is still racing from the interaction.

I grabbed my drink from Chase, thanked him and apologized, which he said is not a problem at all. I am so glad he didn’t ask me any questions about what I was doing with Eli and why my lips were mere inches away from his.

The rest of the night feels like a blur. I have had a few more vodka cranberries, my body is feeling warm and relaxed. Chase has been trying to get closer and closer to me as the night pushes on.

But I can’t even focus on him. My mind keeps slipping to Eli, wondering if he is back with that voluptuous blonde babe again and if she is giving him what I wish I could. My stomach drops at the thought of it. Cold jealousy stings through my aching heart.

Jenny and Dane were basically on top of each other the entire night on the couch next to us. I am glad at least she is having a bit of fun. Every now and then I would feel like eyes were watching me, but when I would search around the crowded room, there was nothing but drunk party goers off in their own worlds. I need to let this go. There is no way that dude probably gives two shits about me. I continue to sip my drink and create small talk with Chase. It has to be close to one in the morning.

Another hour had passed as I turned my head and felt a familiar pull. I catch a glimpse of Eli making his way up the massive marble staircase alone, while Miguel'sSure Thingbumps from the speakers around me.

I feel it. That buzzing deep in my stomach. That need to follow him. I would go to the depths of hell and beg the devil for one night with this man. Let him take me into the darkest pits of the deepest infernos and have his way with me.

What is wrong with me? No man has ever given me this type of reaction. I am literally cringing at myself. This isn’t good. I need to shut this down. It’s only going to cause me pain. I am sure this man has a roster of model-like women lined up for him on the daily. Sure, he thinks I am beautiful but that doesn’t mean I am special.

I am sure I am just some young pretty little thing he wants to conquer for the night. He has the confidence and slyness of a king. I have never had a man be that direct with me. It was almost intimidating. His presence and the way he carried himself. As if he is the only man alive and on the hunt for a lonely woman nightly.

Just before he reaches the top of the stairs, he turns to me and meets my eyes again. Staring straight into my soul. Beckoning me. The look lasts longer than it should. Then, he quickly makes a nod with his head for me to follow, turns and saunters down the blacklight-lit hallway. My stomach drops.

Oh no. This is a bad idea, Brook.

I sit for a minute contemplating all the possibilities that could happen. Hell, maybe the best night of love making I will ever be blessed with. Or complete heartbreak.

God, what if I am horrible in bed?

I am extremely limited in my sexual experiences. What if he thinks I am boring, or too vanilla? I shake those thoughts out of my head quickly. This is what I set out to do. I am going into this year as a brand-new woman! I just need to get my wits together and go after what I want. What I want tonight is a literal sex god, that just so happens to want to bless me with his holy sword.

Turning to Chase, I tell him I need to use the bathroom, he nods as I get up and head towards the stairs. He looks half-awake anyways. I am sure his night is ruined because I wouldn’t even touch him again after my interaction with Eli.

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