I sat down next to Leo and pulled my chair in when I felt his muscular hand slip into the waistband of my jeans. I let out a gasp and shoveled in a mouthful of pancakes. I wanted to turn around and punch him in the face, but I was frozen solid.
His finger moved circles around my tailbone and his hand started to shift towards my front.
There were several others at the table and I tugged on the table cloth to keep myself still.
Suddenly he pulled his hand away, as if it were all a mistake. I bit my lip to keep my jaw from dropping. Why had he touched me if he hadn't meant to? Why did he pull away?
My vision blurred and I suddenly imagined Leo jumping on me, straddling me tight. I pictured him grabbing my throat, shifting his soft lips all over my body.
"You're drooling, lioness," Leo whispered and dabbed a napkin against the corner of my mouth. My cheeks flushed.
When breakfast ended, I couldn't help but follow Leo to his bedroom. I gripped the knife I had snuck from the table and lunged at him. He caught my hand.
"Lioness, what ever is the matter?" his tongue danced.
"You're going to listen to me," I slammed him against the wall and leaned into his face. "You need to stop being such a cocky asshole,"
I traced the knife against his face.
"You're really starting to get on my nerves," I spat in his face.
Out of nowhere, his face turned a bright red. I raised an eyebrow, slightly cutting his jaw with the knife.
Suddenly I felt the bulge in his pants against my stomach and I knew why he was red.
I dropped the knife. We both didn't speak.
"Well fuck," I finally whispered under my breath. I turned around and left.
"Wait," he croaked, chasing me down the hall. At this point, my face was red.
I stepped into the elevator and repeatedly clicked the close button, but unfortunately for me, Leo slipped in just in time. He pressed the stop elevator.
"Let me explain," he walked towards me, backing me into the elevator corner.
"You want to fuck me," the words spilled out before I could stop them.
His large hands slipped under my shirt wrapped around my slim waist.
His hands were cold and they held onto my bare stomach.
"I just need," he rolled his hips against me. "to get it out of my system,"
The words rolled off his tongue and his hot breath hit my bare skin.
His hands crept up my stomach, slipping under the lace of my bra. I groaned in pleasure.
"Then we can go back to mortal enemies," his eyes flickered as he bent down.
"Stop," I breathed as one of his hands massaged my hair and the other massaged my lower stomach.
My insides were screaming.
I let my head fall backwards as he licked my neck. His licks turned into small kisses shifting all around.
"Stop," I gasped again, placing my hand over his mouth. He began to kiss my palm fiercely.
We both hit the corner of the elevator with a soft thud as his lips found mine.
"Toasted marshmallow chapstick," he chuckled, biting down on my bottom lip softly.
Suddenly the elevator began moving again and he bumped into me.
"Shit!" I cried, my head hitting the pole on the elevator.
We got to my floor and I ran out, barely making it into my room.
I stared into the full length mirror on the door to my hotel room.
My hair was all over the place and one of my breast was falling out of my shirt. My fly was undone, I hadn't even noticed him do that.
"Fuck," I grunted to myself, slapping myself in the head. "Fuck fuck fuck."
The elevator scene made me hate him even more, but a small part of me craved his touch.
I paced around my room for three hours. THREE HOURS. Back and forth and back and forth. Then back. Then forth.
I squinted my eyes shut and took a trip to the resort pool to clear my head. Soon after I sat at the bar. By the time I came back to my room and showered, it was midnight and the doors had locked yet again.
I sat curled up on my bed and it rained outside my window.
Suddenly I heard a scratching noise.
"Who's there?" I shouted, picking up my pointiest heel.
My window opened.
Leo was dripping wet, rain droplets falling from his messed up hair. His eyes were shining and his lips were a blush pink. His jawline shadowed his neck and he glowed in the moonlight.
"You can put the shoe down," he shook the rain out of his hair.
"You're getting my floor all wet!" I cried.
"Relax lioness," he pushed his hair back.
"God, you don't stop!" I shoved him backwards.
"God, you're so hot," he murmured, shoving me against the back wall. Unlike the elevator, this was harder. More aggressive. Hungry.
