𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝑺𝒊𝒏 18+ | Standalone | The Kensington Series

chapter 35 : catch me if you can

Esmeralda's POV

I stepped closer, my body inches from his, and leaned in, brushing my lips tantalizingly close to his ear. "You have no idea how much I want you right now." The heat of his breath against my neck sent shivers racing down my spine. I could feel the electricity crackling between us, and I couldn't help but smile at the effect I was having on him.

Then, without breaking eye contact, I began to sway my hips again, letting the music guide me as I danced provocatively. I turned, presenting him with my backside, and started to shake my ass against him, relishing the heat radiating from his body. With every sultry movement, I could sense his restraint slipping further away, unraveling like a tightly wound thread.

"Is this what you want?" I teased, my voice low and sultry, as I pressed my body against him, feeling his arousal against my back. "You can't pretend you don't want this." I could hear him breathing heavily, the tension between us thick enough to slice with a knife.

"Esmeralda..." he warned, but his voice was strained, betraying him. The way his hands clenched into fists at his sides was a dead giveaway; he was losing control, and I was going to push him over the edge.

I turned around, my lips just inches from his, letting my fingers trail down his chest, teasing the hard planes of his body. "What's the matter, Caleb? Scared you won't be able to handle me?"

Before he could respond, I leaned in closer, brushing my lips against his teasingly, then pulling away just as quickly. I watched as frustration flared in his eyes, his hands twitching with need. "Come on, big bad boy. Show me what you're made of," I whispered, biting my lip, deliberately pushing him to his limit.

Without warning, I grabbed his hand, leading him through the throng of bodies until we found a secluded hallway, away from prying eyes. The pulse of the music faded into the background as I pushed him against the wall, the heat radiating off him sending electric shocks through me.

"Is this what you wanted?" I taunted, straddling him, feeling the hard length of him beneath me as I pressed my body closer. The moment I felt him under me, a primal instinct took over. I couldn't help but grind down, teasing him mercilessly, feeling the tension between us escalate.

"Esmeralda," he growled, his voice thick with lust, but I could see the wildness in his eyes—the desperate need clawing at him, pushing him toward the edge.

I leaned forward, my lips brushing against his, a whisper away from what he craved. "You're losing control," I said, a wicked smile spreading across my face. "You want this. Admit it."

"Damn it," he muttered, his hands gripping my waist as if I were a lifeline. His body responded to mine, and I could feel the fire igniting in his core. But I was relentless, rolling my hips against him, pushing him closer to the brink, testing the boundaries of his restraint.

"Let go," I urged, my voice a sultry whisper as I felt him respond to my every move. "Just let go."

With a fierce look in his eyes, the tension finally snapped. He lost it, his hands tightening around my waist as he pulled me closer. I could sense his struggle, the war between desire and the need to maintain control. But just as he was about to surrender completely, I broke the connection, teasing him one last time.

"I can't wait for you forever, Caleb," I breathed, my voice low and teasing as I slid off him, my body brushing against his. The look on his face was pure need, and I reveled in it, stepping back just enough to leave him yearning.

And just like that, I turned and walked away, my hips swaying with each step, my heart racing with exhilaration. I glanced over my shoulder, throwing a smirk his way. "Catch me if you can."