Wanted By Two

Stranger

A/N: Please like and comment. I need to be encouraged. It ain't easy being a writer.

Kelsey

“Hello,” I said in return, managing to reply without chewing on my tongue. The stranger was gorgeous with curious green eyes and a head full of copper locks. Or was it auburn? I couldn't tell in the dim light. He was supposed to look out of place, wearing  a suit to a bar but he wore it confidently. No one could call him out for not fitting in, seeing how well he blended with his environment. He had an opened bottle of wine but he had only had a little of it.
He smirked and my insides turned chaotic at the sight of the boyish dimple he was showing off. I went to him unhindered, drawn by his manly essence.
“Care to share a bottle with me? I'm afraid I'm a poor drinker and I do not like sitting alone,” Stranger asserted, resting his fingers on the table top. No wedding ring in sight but his middle finger was adorned by a heavy looking ring with a strange insignia. It didn't mean he wasn't married however. I refused to be intimidated by his compelling good looks.  Buck up, girl, I urged myself and called upon every boldness I possessed.
“What if I'm not alone? I might have a boyfriend, for all you know.” I wasn't going to eat out of his hand so easily. I was done with men thinking they could ride roughshod on me.
“Any man who would leave such a fascinating woman like yourself unattended to is not worthy of being regarded as a man. Cheers,” he saluted me with his flute and sipped from the rim. His words washed over me like a wave and I could not fight off a blush. But anyone could use head-spinning words. I needed some edge to him, something that would prove he was worth his stuff. My palms were sweaty all of a sudden and I wiped them with my handkerchief thoroughly.
His green eyes caught mine again and I bit down on my lips, sensing the sexual frenzy in the air. He could undress me with only a stare and suddenly, I felt naked under his lazy gaze. I opened my mouth to speak but no words were forthcoming.
“Come, have a seat,” he beckoned though he was sitting on the only chair around the table. I wondered for a fleeting second where I would sit but my feet were already moving towards him on their own accord. He took my hand and sat me down between his legs. The heat at his crotch was making me dizzy and my nerves were skittish.
“Good,” he commented, settling his big palms on my laps possessively. “Now tell me: who do I have to kill to get you in my bed tonight?”
His words were supposed to be offensive, maybe a little too cocky but my brain turned to mush so quickly that I let it slide. He wanted to kill someone to have me? Maybe, it sounded somewhat knightly?
“You don't know me. You don't even know my name. Why would I want to share your bed?” I retorted, sounding more bravely than I felt. His thumbs drew circles on my laps and a bolt of pleasure ran straight to my nub. I suppressed a moan, leaning into him further. I arched my back, my breasts thrusting upwards.
“Because I want you there and you want me here,” he gestured, dipping his fingers into my panties and seeking out my weeping organ cleverly. My teeth bore down on my lower lip, almost provoking blood. I clung to his thighs, allowing him to pull up the hem of my dress.
His deft fingers found my nipples also, tugging with some sort of revenge.
“I have a room,” I heard him say even I floated into cloud nine. “We could go there and get to know each other’s name. But you will be screaming mine within minutes of our introduction, I'm afraid. What do you say?”
I fought this time, I really did but with my skilled hands on me, his lips nibbling on my collar bone and my mind in the gutters, I fell again.
“Take me to your room.”