You are mine

A kiss for you is a present from me!

As she walked downstairs and reached the front door, her heart flipped over and crushing feeling immersed, before she unlocked the door. James pulled the door wide open and waves of cold air rushed inside the corridor. "Happy to see me?" he asked, a breath so heavy and rugged.

"Noup!" Anastasia turned around and started walking back to her apartment. "Liar!" she heard him say behind her. James followed her up and waited behind her before she opened her apartment door. It was dark in her apartment and the only light came from her bedroom.

He set the wine on the kitchen island and looked around. Her place was small, hidious yellow walls in the living room and a old satin couch in the middle. He was still ogling the surrounding, when Anna said quielty: "Come here!" It sounded like an invite, especially taking into notice that she was asking him to come into her bedroom. A wide smile was painted on his face as he entered and closed the door behind him. Anna was sitting on her bed, legs crossed under her butt and her face looked more sleepy than before. "Mr. Clark told me that you gave a review of my work." she said, a tremble in her voice. He nodded and walked up to Anna, leaning on the foot of her bed with his fists. His face was just a half meter away from her, but his smell traveled to her. He smelled like expensive perfume, fresh air and energy drink.

As he came closer to her, Anna backed away more. Her back almost hitting the bed board, James kicked off his shoes and crawled up in her bed.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her veins pumping blood in rushing speeds.

"Giving you your reward!" He said and moved closer. James looked like a lion ready to attack his pray. Only few inches separeating their faces, he traced the line of her lip with his thumb.

"James!" she almost screamed out, pushing him away, but her hands against his chest just layed there.

"A kiss for you, is a present from me!" he said, before placing a small peck on her gentle lips. He licked his lips and covered her mouth once again, this time taking his time. One hand behind her neck, another on her hip, he caressed her cheak while mesmerazing her taste and how soft her lips were. When it was time to stop, he leaned his forehead against hers. "Thank you for the kiss!" she said, breathless and all so hot. Her stomach was doing flips and his taste lingered on her mouth when she bit her bottom lip.

She wanted more, much more. But she couldn't give in her desire. She wanted to stay away from him and it felt so right and so wrong on the same time. Her body stiffened as he pulled away.

"But you need to leave now!" she ordered, sliding pass him and walking toward her bedroom door. James looked back at her, confused. Didn't she feel the spark?

"Already? We haven't got to the best part yet!" he said, pushing himself off her bed and walking toward her. He stopped infront of her and leaned down to steal another peck. Anna turned her head away and stopped him. "Go!" she ordered. James didn't say anything and just let out a sigh. Anna hold her breath until he closed the apartment door behind his back. What the fuck just happend?- one moment she wants him to kiss her and somehow she pushes him away.

James's POV

After leaving from Anastasia's apartment, I sat in my car for atleast 5 minutes before driving off. I kept my hands on the streeringwheel and leaned my head against it. I kept banging my head against the horn and cursing at myself. You stupid asshole. Now for sure she won't go out with you again. Stupid, stupid, fucking asshole. I kept repeating to myself like a mad man.

I had no intension to kiss her; at first I didn't. But when she came to the door in her fluffy slippers, a bathrobe that covered her silk nightshirt, she seemed irresistable and so tempting. Her lips were quivering from cold wind blowing in the doorway and the way she sat on her bed, made me trap her like a animal in the corner. Her hair was a mess, her lips dry and screaming to kiss her. So I did, and now I regret that I even went there.

Driving back, I turn on the stereo and let music sufficate me. Bass keeps ringing in my soul, breaking all my thoughts into damp pieces. I look at the time on the dashboard and it's says half 1. Ofcourse she was asleep, and I thought that making her a surprise would sound romantic. What a dumbass! I swear to myself, driving like a maniac at the empty street in NY.

I felt that she wanted me to kiss her more, but she rejected me again. It's like the third time already. God, how can't I get a grip of myself. She's just a girl. Scratch that, not just a girl, a woman so beautiful, that makes me crave so much. So much more than just pour empty-feelings-sex. But now it feels like that there is no point even trying to fix what happend.

For my luck, the production of my new movie starts in 3 weeks in LA, so I can leave without any regrets. If I had slept with her and then leave her, fury from all ends would devouer me. Somehow I keep thinking to myself that it's not the last time that I would see her.

Parking my car on the curb, I can see a woman leaning against the front door of my building. She is wearing a long black raincoat, her long curly hair wrestling with wind. Walking toward her, she jumps at my lap and wraps her long legs around my waist. Her lips take me without warning and I can't even see in the darkness who she is. But her heat against my body, her heals digging into my back and her red glossed lips make me get hard on the instant and I carry her upstairs. When we reach the lobby, I can see her face and I recodnize her in instent: Mary- from Trapped. I don't say anything and just take her into my bedroom. I ravish her completely, pouring all my still lasting energy into taking her.