The Trials of Love

Chapter 2

The music was loud and I could feel the vibrations thrumming through my body. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to sway to beat. I had already had a couple of drinks so I wasn't as shy as I normally would be. I felt two hands rest on my waist, dragging my body close to another. Heat immediately flushed through me. His breath on my neck made me shiver. I had to stifle a moan. I turned my head and my eyes connected with the most amazing blue eyes I'd ever seen. These were the same eyes I noticed looking my way when I came in. I turned away and began to dance again; our bodies moved so perfectly together. Turning around, I faced him and slipped my arms around his neck. He pulled me impossibly closer and looked straight into my eyes. He leaned closer. I stopped breathing.

"Wanna go somewhere?"

I could feel his cool breath sending tingles down my spine. And his voice! It was deep and demanding. God, I could just imagine his oh so sexy voice murmuring sweetly to me in the dark as we made love. Oh God what is happening to me? I'm never like this. Must be the alcohol. I looked up at him and nodded.

That's how I found myself in the little cafe not too far from the club. He pulled my chair out and pushed me in before taking the seat across from me. I took at his 6'5" muscular frame in awe. Oh how I longed to run my hands over those yummy muscles of his. How I longed for his strong looking arms to hold me all night long. I really need to stop; I'm beginning to scare myself. I took in his jet black hair and the light stubble growing on his angular jaw. He smirked when he noticed me checking him out.

"Like what you see?"

My eyes snapped back to his to see the playfulness in them. I smiled and shrugged. "Could be better but you'll do for now."

He shot me a smile. "Look at that. You're cute and funny."

I blushed and looked away.

"Tell me about yourself." He said.

"My name is Elizabeth Mason. I'm 24 and a second grade teacher. I grew up with my parents and my sister, Leslie. My mother still lives here but on the other side of town. My sister lives here too. She lives closer with her husband, Seth." A small smile made it's way across my lips.

"What about your father?" He asked.

I looked away and mumbled softly, "He passed away a few months ago."

He turned my chin so he could look into my eyes.

"I'm sorry."

His intense stare was making me a little uncomfortable so I nodded and decided to change the subject. "Tell me about you."

"Not much to tell. My name's Markus Roberts. I'm 25 and the proud owner of a guitar shop. I've lived here all my life too. I have a brother named Paul who is also my roommate. So... Are you married?"

He was so blunt that I could only shake my head no.

"Boyfriend?"

Again I shook my head.

"What about you?" I asked.

"Good." He sent me a wolfish grin. "And as for me, no, I'm not married and I don't have a girlfriend. If you'd like, you could apply for the position?" He inquired with a mischievous grin. I blushed and looked away, my shy girl persona coming back more and more as the alcohol wore off.

"Is there something I can get you?" I looked up just in time to see a pretty blond waitress practically eye raping Markus. The bout of possessiveness that ran through me was nearly unbearable. I reached my hand across the table and took his. He smiled at me and his whole face brightened.

"Yeah. Two coffees?" He glanced at me. I nodded.

The waitress leaned over and pressed her breast into his face. "Anything else I can get you?" She said in a "seductive voice"

 "No, we're fine." He squeezed my hand, never letting his eyes leave my own.  She huffed and left. He opened his mouth to say something but then my phone rang. I glanced up apologetically. "Sorry I have to take this." I held the phone to my ear.

"Elizabeth! Honey where are you? Me, Taylor, and Seth have been looking all over for you!"

"Leslie! Calm down! I'm sorry I forget to tell you, I left."

"WHAT! Why? Did you have a bad time? We could have left with you!"

"Leslie! Stop. I'm fine. I'm-" I hesitated and stole a glance at Markus. who was watching me intently. I took a deep breath before continuing. "I'm with someone I met."

"WHAT! You should have told me! I would have hung up sooner! Now you had me worried!"

"Sorry Lee."

"So, ummm we are spending the night at your place unless... Is he coming home with you?" 

"No!" I protested.

"Oh I got you. So, you're going to his?" I could hear the smirk in her implying tone.

"Ugh. Whatever. There's a key under the mat. Don't wait up." Then I hung up.

"Where were we?" I asked with an angelic smile. He smiled back.

We then spent hours sitting and talking, getting to know each other. We talked and laughed and I had a genuinely nice time. It was like I've known him longer than a couple hours. He didn't talk about his parents though but I didn't think too much of it. At about 1 o'clock, he stood up.

"Do you wanna go?" I nodded. He grabbed my hand and led me out of the cafe. We wandered down the street holding hands and laughing as if we'd been together forever. Even though it was the early hours of the morning, people were still out and about having a good time. Finally we reached a red brick town house and stopped in front of it.

"Well, this is my place." He said. He unlocked the door and let us in. He set his keys on the foyer table and led me to the living room. We sat down on the couch but didn't say anything. He broke the silence and asked if I wanted a drink. I nodded, unsure of what was supposed to happen next. Do I stay the night or just go home? I've never been good with hook-ups.

He left for a few minutes before coming back with two glasses of wine. He handed one to me and I immediately took a sip. We both set our glasses on to the table before looking at each other again. Without warning, I felt his lips crash into mine. His lips were rough and warm and I immediately went up in heat. I responded with as much force as he gave. I moaned and tangled my hands into his soft black hair, tugging slightly. He moaned and his grip on my waist tightened. He pulled me into his lap so I was straddling him. My heart was beating erratically as his hands made their way up the back of my shirt. I could feel his arousal pressing against my most sensitive area. My dress rode up and he gripped my thighs. He grinded against me, moaning in my ear, making me shudder. I gasped when I felt his hand brush over my lacey panties. My hips bucked towards him and my head tipped back.

"Markus..." I moaned.

His hands fiddled with my bra straps, teasing me.

"Markus..." I moaned louder.

"Tell me what you want." He murmured.

My hands tightened in his hair and I rocked my hips against his.

"Take me upstairs." I whispered in his ear.

He stilled. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." I moaned again. "Yes Markus. Please."

He smirked at me and I could tell I was in trouble.

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So, chapter two is here. It's still a bit slow but no worries, it's getting better. Tell me what you think!!!

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