Awakening Promise

Chapter 5

Antoine stood on the other side of the street, leaning against his car. He watched as the lights came on upstairs and stayed until they went out. He had never stood watch over a woman, but he had seen the look of hurt, humiliation, and confusion on Promise's face when she left the ball.

And even though she had played it strong and tried to put everything back on a strictly business footing. Some instinct in Antoine knew he had to make sure she had made it home safely.

Hell, he was partially responsible for the humiliation and confusion she experienced tonight. He even could say he had caused some of the hurt.

He just needed to show her it was not his intention to hurt her. He smiled as he thought of her new determination to take things back to employee and employer standing.

He had felt and sensed her withdrawal to the depths of his very soul, and that just wasn't happening.

How the hell could she expect that after kissing him the way she had tonight?

It had been a kiss filled with earth-shattering desire and a bone-deep hunger. God, he wanted her right now, just thinking about the feel of her skin.

He wanted her to the degree that he was willing to do anything to have her. That kiss had been all-consuming; he could still taste her on his lips.

Add that with the exotic mixture of her perfume, and the wine she drank was causing havoc on his senses.

Damn, he got into his car and drove off before doing something idiotic like walking to her door and demanding entrance, not just to her brick-and-mortar home.

Promise woke up sweating. The dream had been so vivid that she could still feel the moisture between her thighs and the smell of her arousal. I did not realize such pleasures existed.

Taking up her diary, she started writing. While lying on her pillow, she surrounded herself in the dream.

The dark room, only being lit by the moonlight, gave the area a luminous appeal. As Promise laid on the chaise with closed eyes, she felt his hands stroking her from her ankle, creating a tingling desire as they continued the trail up to her thighs. His hands glided over her hips, making her shudder all over. He continued his stroking assault until he reached the heart of her desire. He laughed deep in his throat.

She became hot and dripping wet, causing him to groan. He pushed her panties aside and eased his strong yet soft fingers between her velvet-heated folds, finding her hard little nub. He started a slow dance of moving up and down her dewy heat, ensuring every inch of her vagina was covered in her juices. His thumb began a circular motion as he inserted a finger into her tight wet center. She threw her head back, and a throaty moan left her mouth. It was so damn good, and every option to stop left her mind. She began grinding her hips in time with his hand. She climbed higher and higher as her breathing became more labored, and his hand followed her body's cry begging for this release. In the room, the only sounds were her moans and purrs. She was like a kitten being stoked pleasingly. As her body demanded more, she opened her eyes and caught her breath. She was staring into the most dazzling set of sparkling midnight browns. His irises had turned the shade of onyx by the deepest desire for her she had ever seen. He made her feel sexy and seductive with that look. His eyebrows had a menacing natural arch as if saying, "I am all man."

She couldn't look away. His eyes were slightly hooded, oval round, and focused entirely on her as if he could see her arousal down to her soul. She groaned deeply from her throat with her body's continued climb. He was devouring her with his eyes daring her to look away. At the same time, his fingers played her body like the most expert pianist. Her body started to shudder uncontrollably as she was nearing ecstasy, she reached for him wanting to draw him near her, and he vanished.