Page 11 of Tempting the Player
He flinches. “You know how to deliver the hard punches, don’t you?”
He grabs me quickly and presses me against the pillar he was leaning on, and he leans into me, putting one arm at the side of my head.
He dips his head to speak in my ear. “You might have ‘done’ me once before, but there’s nothing to say that you can’t ‘do’ me again. I’m quite willing, and maybe I’ve learned a few new tricks since last time.”
My head is saying ‘tell him to fuck off’ but my body is telling me a whole other story, it’s telling me to do very naughty things. How could he have learned new tricks? It was otherworldly the first time. My mind wanders to recall some of those moments and how they felt - with his body surrounding me, as it is at the moment, it’s hard not to.
I shake my head, not convincingly. “Sorry, I’m not that girl anymore.”
I glance around me and see, sadly, that I find at least three women who are standing close, ogling him and his behind. He could have anybody.
“Look around, Nathan, there are loads of women here tonight, most of them checking you out - you can take your pick - get one of them to go home with you.”
He doesn’t look where I’m gesturing, instead, he stares intensely into my eyes, “I don’t want one of those - I want you. I’ve wanted you for months, and it's driving me crazy. You’re all I can fucking think about. I messed up once with you, but I'm not giving up now. I've got a second chance - it's fate that you’ve come back into my life. We're both single. What is the fucking problem?” He runs his hands through his lovely soft curly hair, ah... his hair… my weakness. I glance at it before dropping my eyes to his.
“I don’t only want you for a fuck, Kate. Why won’t you give me a chance?” His voice is soft.
He leans in, he’s about to kiss me, the alcohol ridden Kate really wants him to kiss her. When his mouth finds mine, it means business. I open my mouth, and his tongue darts in, causing a strangled noise to come out of me. I meet his tonguewith mine, responding to his kiss, and I put my hands around his neck to sink my fingers into that lovely hair. He groans into my mouth.
“When you play with my hair like that, it drives me crazy. If I thought I could get away with lifting you right here and fucking you, I would.” He presses his whole body against me so that I can feel how aroused he is, and kisses me again. He takes his mouth away from mine to trail along my jaw with his mouth and kisses my neck - I’ve died and gone to heaven.
Unfortunately for me, this is how Amanda and Karen find us moments later.
I hear “So... this is where you’ve got to.” A smirking Karen shouted in our direction.
Nathan breaks off from me and turns around to see who’s interrupting us. I was getting into that – is it OK to hate your best friends? Just for a second?
“Oh, er… hi… I, um, got distracted. Do you guys remember Nathan?” my face heating from the obvious blush I have creeping up my body.
He turns and gives them his best smile, which wins Amanda over straight away. Karen, being impervious to his charms, doesn’t bat an eyelid.
They both say ‘hi’ and then their eyes come to me.
I compose myself and say to Nathan, “I’m gonna go with my friends now for a dance.” I try to shimmy past him, but he pulls me back by the waist so that my back is touching his front, leaning in to whisper, “I’ll catch up with you later. Don’t you dare leave without coming to find me.”
He sends goosebumps along my spine. I try not to seem flustered as I walk away from him. Ireallywant to look back, but I don’t.
When we reach the dance floor, Amanda gives me a little shove.
“What the hell was going on there?” She’s excited - I can tell from her high-pitched tone.
I shrug. “Don’t ask me, it sort of happened, but oh. My. God. What a kiss.”
“A kiss? Is that what it was?” Karen asks, “Because to me, he was humping you against a pillar!”
“Shut up!” I said, laughing. I get the urge to check the balcony and notice him standing there watching me. My stomach flips. I want him. It’s been so long, since way before Patrick left - four years since I've had a man - and I already know it’s good with him. I don’t want to admit it to myself, but I’m tempted! I could have a fantastic night with him, at least this time I know it’s nothing more than one night. It's tempting.
I’m dancing with the girls when Amanda’s eyes widen, as some arms slide around my waist. I stiffen, wondering who it is, but a familiar voice says in my ear, “I can’t stay away any longer, you’ve had long enough. Come and get a drink with me… please.” He nuzzles his nose in my neck and kisses my ear. I get goosebumps, and the fact that he said please made him expose weakness, which I kinda like. I have power over him. He had the power the last time. I turn around, facing him, still with his arms around me and put my hands on his shoulders. I reach to kiss him, and he doesn’t hesitate. He kisses me, and it's quick and passionate, our mouths moulding together perfectly, our tongues touching, sending shivers all through me. I break off from him, practically panting, remembering that we’re in the middle of the dance floor and I'm not eighteen anymore - when it was fine to do that - I'm thirty and should be too old for snogging on a nightclub dancefloor.
“Let’s go.” He mutters.
I nod, and he grabs my hand to pull me off the dance floor.
“Wait,” I say, pulling him back, I turn to the girls and lean in so he can’t hear. “Sod it, I’m going back to his, I’m gonna use him the same way he used me - it’s been too bloody long and I know it’s good with him - I’m overdue a night of hot sex.” Karen opens her mouth to say something, but I stop her with a look and say to her, “Give me grief tomorrow, Kaz - I’ll phone you.”
I turn back to him and go on my tiptoes to talk in his ear, “I don’t want to get a drink, I want to go back to yours.” I say boldly.
His eyes widen, and he nods quickly, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the door.
