Page 16 of Safer Together
“I don’t like other women ogling you. You want to know why? Fine. The only person allowed to ogle you is me, because you’re mine.”
I hear a hitch in his breath, his hand stops moving. I’ve hit a nerve. Maybe he doesn’t like jealousy in a woman, or maybe it is my possessiveness that he doesn’t like? Time to backpedal, Angela, you need to fix this.
“I’m yours, am I?”
What, now you want confirmation? I’m so confused right now.
“You were when you walked in with me at the beginning of the night, right? Has Sandra showed you what else is on offer?”
His hand clenches tightly on my thigh, one that will no doubt leave a mark, then he releases almost as quickly. He slides his hand higher, towards the apex of my thighs. This time it’s me whose breath catches as I feel a warmth spreading down there.
I throw a smile out toward Jenny who is watching with curiosity. I mouth at her, “I’m fine.”
“No, Angela. Sandra hasn’t shown me what else is on offer and even if she had, let me put you at ease. If I am yours as you are claiming, then let me make something crystal clear. You are mine, Angela, no one else’s. Mine.” With that he pulls away from me and looks me deeply in the eyes, as though he is looking directly into my soul.
I bite my bottom lip. He closes his eyes and I take the opportunity to turn away, knowing that if I don’t, I will more than likely be launching myself at him and kissing him, hard until I can no longer breathe. “This all looks fantastic, Sandra, we can’t wait to dig in.” Sandra looks like I just spoiled Christmas. I reach across the table and secure the tongs, picking up several pork ribs and placing them on Elliot’s plate, I grab a medium steak and some fries for myself, then adding some fries onto Elliot’s plate.
“Thanks, baby.”
Thankful that everyone has plenty of food on their plate we settle into a comfortable silence. Every now and then I catch some of the girls around the table looking at my man, and when I do, I stake my claim. A casual touch of his shoulder, a kiss on the cheek or even a rub of the thigh that gets him to do the same. I can’t wait to get out of here and back home. I need to get my man away from the peering eyes of my colleagues.
Jealousy isn’t an emotion I am used to experiencing, and I must admit it’s not a feeling that I am enjoying.
All the while, my mind keeps flashing back to Elliot’s earlier declaration. Claiming me, making sure that I know I am his. The way he said it sent a thrill through my body, one that I never expected. I hate the idea of being someone’s possession, and yet with Elliot I know that isn’t what he means. He is claiming my heart in a way that I don’t think I will ever get back. Even if I wanted to.
“Well that was an interesting evening” Elliot says once we are in the comfort of his rental car.
“Tell me about it. I just want to go home.”
Elliot starts up the engine and we pull out of our space
“I know what you mean, Baby. Home it is.”
We pull into my apartment complex’s parking area and Elliot glides into the same space as earlier. Hopping out, he presses the button that lifts his tailgate. Once open he retrieves a small duffle bag and clicks the key again, activating the automatic close function.
“That feature would come in handy when you have a handful of groceries” I point out. He grins. “What are you doing?”
He looks at me. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m coming up”.
I nod towards the duffle bag.
“I thought I would stay the night with you. Should I have made a reservation at the Hermitage?”
Holy shit, he wants to spend the night. I don’t have a guest house; I have a one-bedroom apartment. Sure, he has been in it before, several times, but having him stay? I tell myself that it’s not as though we haven’t slept in the same bed together before, is it? I turn on my heel, making my way up the stairs, not stopping until I am in front of my door.
I fish the keys out of my clutch and unlock the door, swinging it wide open. Elliot follows, I close the door behind him, and I hear him dropping his bag on the floor. Just as I turn back to face him, before I know what’s happening, his hands are on either side of my face, pushing me back against my front door, kissing me with so much passion and fervor. His tongue invades my mouth and I give in to him. I drop my clutch and keys to the floor and throw my arms around his neck. Jumping up, I wrap my legs around his waist, thankful that I’m wearing a stretchy dress with tights underneath. He drops his hands from my face and wraps them around my thighs.
He takes a step backwards and then begins to walk slowly towards my bedroom. I kiss him with everything I have. All that pent-up frustration from tonight, all of the jealousy I have been feeling, wanting to show him that he is mine. I feel us come to a halt and he begins lowering me onto the bed. I pull him with me. We continue to kiss, but I can feel that Elliot is slowing down, as his hands move up my body, over my hips, skimming my breasts. I let out a small moan, his touch is heavenly and it’s through clothes. Not wanting him to stop, I pull him even closer, and my teeth dig into his bottom lip. It’s his turn to groan now; from the taste of it, I have drawn blood. I sense a change in him, he becomes slightly rougher, pressing his full length against me. I can feel that he is rock hard down below. With my legs still wrapped around his waist, I lower my feet ever so slightly, so I am now able to push him closer to me by his ass. The friction of his erection against me gives me another reason to groan. I open my mouth to let out a sigh of relief and his tongue once again plunges in. His kiss is now punishing, with pressure that is sure to bruise my lips. His hands make their way up from my breasts, across my shoulders and coming along my arms until he takes my hands in his own, unclasping my grip, slowly he pulls away.
What the hell? “What’s wrong?” I ask, rather breathlessly.
He shakes his head Thankful that I left my bedside lamp on when we left for dinner, I can see that his eyes are hooded, and darker than I have ever seen them. He is full of lust; he wants me and is barely holding back. That’s when it hits me, he is pulling away for me. He knows that I want to wait, and so does he.
“Nothing is wrong, Angie,” he starts.
I finish for him, understanding completely why he has stopped what was happening only a moment ago. “I know. We both want to wait” I sit up and pat the spot next to me on the bed, he looks at the spot for a few seconds, before stepping forward and taking it.
“I’m sorry, Baby. If I kept going, I don’t think I would have been able to stop.”
