Entrapped by love- never trust a stranger

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I fastened the belt around my waist and glanced in the mirror. His robe was too big for me—he was much taller—but I loved how its soft material wrapped around my body, and, most of all, I loved his scent all over me. I inhaled deeply, steadying myself before leaving the bathroom and returning to him.

Steven was lounging on the sofa, bare-chested, seated near the fireplace. His head rested against the cushion, eyes closed. A cup of hot chocolate sat untouched on the coffee table, steam rising from it. I tiptoed slowly towards him, not wanting to wake him. He looked so handsome. I just wanted to observe him—to take in his face and body without having to deal with his intense, magnetic stare, which always caused turmoil in my stomach.

I stopped just a meter away, my fingers itching to touch him, but I didn't dare. I didn't want to wake him, and what would I say if he did wake? I took two more hesitant steps until I stood right in front of him, my heart racing. Slowly, I reached out and brushed my fingers along his face. I'd been longing to do this since the first moment I saw him. My fingers trembled as they touched his warm skin. My gaze shifted to his lips, wondering when—if ever—I would have the opportunity to kiss them. I bent forward, inches away from his face, but hesitated. Damn it, Mel! Stop thinking and just do it. You'll never find him asleep like this again.

"Why don't you just do it?" His voice startled me, his eyes opening to meet mine. My stomach twisted, and I froze, staring helplessly into his eyes. I didn't know how to react. My body felt like it was made of stone—except stones don't shiver like I was.

"You're dying to kiss me. I know you are," he said with a smirk.

Flushing with embarrassment, I attempted to move away, but he grabbed my hand, pulling me onto his lap. I landed in his arms, my heart racing.

Steven tipped my chin up, his mouth capturing mine in a sudden, passionate kiss. The sensation was electrifying, making me feel like I might die from the intensity of it. My hands instinctively dug into his shoulders as he deepened the kiss, his tongue claiming mine. I didn't resist—not that I could, even if I wanted to. All I wanted was to taste him, to feel his lips on mine. Steven wasn't the first guy I had kissed, but no one else had ever made me feel like this, with such raw desire and passion.

He paused briefly to catch his breath, then kissed me again, more forcefully this time. I didn't hesitate. My hands cupped his face, then moved down to his neck, settling on his nape. I loved the feel of his wet hair between my fingers. Steven's hands moved to my waist, guiding me to sit fully on his lap. This felt like paradise. Was this just a hot, erotic dream? Or was it really happening? Warmth spread through me as his hands slipped under my robe, caressing my inner thigh, and sending me into another world of bliss. I moaned as he touched me in places no one ever had. Oh God, Steven knew exactly how to drive a woman crazy. I was so lost in the moment that I didn't even realize I wasn't wearing the robe anymore. Only when he broke the kiss  I realized I was completely naked.

I opened my mouth, unsure if I wanted him to stop or continue, but only a moan escaped as his mouth found my nipple, nibbling gently. I cried out in pleasure as his other hand delved deeper inside me, and instead of asking him to stop—as I probably should have—I pushed him closer, urging him on.

"Are you sure?" he asked, pausing for a moment, breathless. "Melanie, if I start, I won't stop. This is your last chance to back out."

I didn't want him to stop.

"Maybe I should've asked you out on a date first," he murmured.

I was stunned to see that he was trembling. I was sure this wasn't his first time, yet he was burning with passion.