The Law of Attraction

(12)

"Isabella." William breathes out a sort of animalistic sound, his entire being clenching and stiffening as he stares at me.

Standing in my bra and panties, I'm privy to the fact that William has seen me in less than this, but his reaction is as though this is a new sight.

"William." I respond softly, my bare feet stepping out of my dress.

His eyes seem to be ravaging me while his body stands completely still, rigor mortise plaguing his limbs.

William sucks in a sharp breath then slowly sighs it out, his mind twisting and turning behind the veil of his blue eyes.

The house is deathly quiet, the night outside even more so, and the only sounds between us are our breathing.

William begins taking slow, calculated steps towards me, his eyes locked on to my own the entire way from where he once stood, to where he's standing now right in front of me.

A masculine hand comes up and rubs my cheek. I lean into his hand, adoring the warmth as it burns my skin.

He caresses my face and pulls me closer, the distant smell of liquor and cigar smoke on his clothes invading my senses and making me feel intoxicated.

"I want you so badly." He admits in a fluid masculine voice. I kiss the palm of his hand and bring my own up to rest on his chest, the firmness below my fingers causing my core to tighten in familiar feminine hunger.

"I trust you." I whisper in return. Our eyes latch together for a brief moment, understanding reflecting off of his cloudy gaze.

Beyond this moment there is nothing for us. William is not only my fathers partner and dear friend, but he's also complicated. I don't believe he has permanent room in his heart for me, but tonight he will show me what undeniable love is.

William forcefully closes his eyes for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard.

His eyes ease open again and his hands fall to my waist where he squeezes tightly, his fingers engulfing my small frame.

I slowly ease up onto my toes, closing some of the height distance between Williams lips and my own. I grab onto his dress shirt with my finger tips and pull us together until his lips are connected with mine, the sensual feeling causing my heart to come to life.

Williams tongue slips into my mouth and he groans as he tastes my tongue sliding against his own.

Our slow and romantic kiss suddenly shifts to more as the realization that there are no limitations tonight sweeps through us.

Williams hands slide down to my ass and grip me firmly, lifting me off of my feet and willing my legs to cinch around his hips.

Our kiss becomes ravenous, our mouths battling a fierce war.

I need more.

My hands grip around his neck and keep him pulled towards me. The taste of his lips, the feeling of his hands, the pressure from the bulge in his trousers, they're all acting as an aphrodisiac to my senses.

"You taste so damn good, Isabella." William groans as we break for just a split second to suck in air.

William moves us towards the stairs, his strong body not seeming to struggle in the slightest from my weight.

"Then devour me." I whimper as his erection presses between my open thighs, the motion of climbing the stairs acting as a sort of dry hump.

We reach the top of the stairs and my back collides with the cool sleek wall behind me, the cold shivers causing my nipples to stand at attention.