a/n: OK…so…this was my first attempt at writing first person/present tense. FYI—it's also my last. It's a heck of a lot harder than I thought it would be. LOL
I hope you enjoy this last installment of Halloween fun!
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His hand is warm as it clasps mine. As he laces his fingers through mine and begins to lead me away, reality sets in and my heart begins to race. Did I just ask this man—this total stranger—to kiss me? And did I lead him to believe that it was possibly a prelude to seeing his…cockpit? Oh, God. I think I did.
The only way out of this is to make a fool of myself; fortunately, I'm good at that. I'm going to have to tell him that I've had second thoughts, and I'm going to have to tell him now. "Sir—"
I nearly crash into him when he halts. His eyes are so dark they're almost black now, and my breath catches in my throat. I realize instantly that this man is more dangerous than I originally thought.
"Say it again," he growls as he pushes me gently against the closest wall.
"Sir," I whisper obediently.
There's a plant obstructing us from any one's view, and when I realize that he's no longer leading me upstairs, I sigh in relief. Kissing. This is just kissing. I can do that.
His grasp on my hand tightens as he gazes down at me. I have to force myself not to flinch under his searching stare.
Dangerous and intense. Anastasia Steele, what have you gotten yourself into? A shiver runs down my spine; I have a feeling I'm about to find out. I blink up at him, flinching when his fingertips come to rest on my cheek.
"Are you afraid of me?" he asks in surprise.
"No," I breathe.
His hand travels down my cheek and over my jaw, moving backwards until he cups the side of my neck. His thumb rests on my chin, and I have an insane urge to nip it.
"You should be." His voice is a warning that I can't bring myself to heed; I desperately want him to kiss me.
He pushes his thumb against my chin and pulls downward, forcing my mouth to part. Instinctively my tongue darts out to lick my bottom lip, and he growls as he leans toward me. As soon as our mouths meet, he sucks it inside. There's an immediate flash of heat between my thighs as his tongue strokes mine and I groan as I reach up and grab his bicep to steady myself.
The sensation from his answering chuckle invades our kiss and I can't stop myself from grinning. I gasp as his hand grips the back of my knee and tugs it up until I'm standing on one foot; clearly he has no idea how risky that is. My skirt chafes a bit as it rides up my thigh, and the pull between my legs becomes more insistent.
"Wrap your leg around me," he rasps when my knee reaches his waist. I can't help but comply.
I can't help but cling to him…this man I wasn't sure I wanted to kiss in the first place. I'm sure now. Everything else falls away…the loud music, the crowd of people…it's all gone as his hand caresses its way up my thighs until he reaches my panties. Undeterred, he slips his hand beneath the lace fabric to cup my ass and pull me against him.
To my dismay, his lips leave mine and make their way to my neck. I tilt my head to the side, giving him more to work with. The more contact his lips make with my skin, the better.
My thighs begin to rock back and forth in an effort for some sort of release; the fabric between my legs rubs against my core. But instead of the relief I'm seeking, the throbbing escalates.
When his lips come to a halt, I whimper in dismay.
"Unless we want to put on a show, I think maybe we should stop," he says as he lowers his forehead to my shoulder.
I'm tempted. Oh, I'm tempted. But he's right. "Thank you," I whisper.
His runs his tongue over my shoulder before chuckling again. "For stopping?" he asks. "I'm not sure that's a compliment."
I laugh nervously as I tangle my fingers in his hair. "For being able to," I clarify. "I couldn't have."
He lifts his head until our eyes meet, and from the gleam in his I realize I've quite possibly given his ego the largest stroke in history.
My breath catches as the back of his knuckles gently graze my cheek. "We could take this elsewhere," he murmurs suggestively.
Shaking my head, I bite my lower lip to keep from saying yes. Oh, I want to. "That's not a good idea," I insist shakily, praying he doesn't ask me again. I'm not sure I can say no to him twice.
He nods. "I didn't think so."
My heart skips a beat at his genuine disappointment, and as he takes a step back from me, I feel an instant chill. "Until next time," he says.
"Next time?" I ask, blinking up at him in confusion.
"I don't like unfinished business," he informs me.
"You don't even know my name," I remind him.
"I know more than you think, Anastasia," he tells me.
I gasp in surprise. "How do you know my name?"
"I know more than you think." The triumphant gleam in his eyes sets my heart racing. "But I'm going to leave it up to you. Do you want to see me again?"
"Yes," I whisper.
"Good. I want to see you, too," he admits.
I can't help the foolish grin that spreads across my face. "Until next time, then…Maverick."
His eyes darken until they're almost black again. "I liked it better when you called me Sir."
Unable to resist, I curtsy before him. "Until next time. Sir."
The lust in his eyes is unmistakable as he turns and walks away.