Try Me (Drunk In Love #1)

Chapter Eleven

*This chapter contains detailed sexual scene and explicit language. Readers are advised to continue at their own risk.*

"I am surprised." He regards me intently. "I didn't actually believe you would take up my offer." He smirks.

"Well, will you let me in or not?" I say slightly annoyed at his 'I know you better than you' tone. He nods his head and steps aside.

I nervously walk inside, my heart fighting to come out. His house is so grand and modern that for a second I forget why I'm here. But only for a second. As soon as he comes and stand infront of me, I gulp my fear and shame.

"Wine?" He asks politely. Never knew Abel could do polite. I mutter a yes and he smiles and walks away towards a hidden kitchen.

I sit myself on one of the sofa chair and scan around the room. The left wall holds different art, from human painting to the abstract one. A carved table stands below them and on it three flower vases sit with beautiful daffodils and roses.

Abel hands me a wine glass and goes to sit next to my chair. I take a sip and feel the amazing taste of it, Chardonnay.

"What'chu thinking?" His voice breaks me out of my thoughts.

For the first time in tonight I look him directly in eyes. They are so beutiful, his eyes do something to me. They make me wanna be honest.

"The offer." I say and take another sip of wine. "What about it?" He asks curious.

"Everything.." I move my hand vaguely in the air. "Its so.. indecent. And you are so brave. Offering me that." I look at him fiercely.

He mumbles a hmm and takes a sip of his wine. I admire his face. I have to admit, when he asked me to spent a night with him I was wet. There is something about him that has fascinated me since the night of party.

"You're staring at me." He smiles in his glass. I feel my cheeks getting hot, embarrassed to be caught. "Nice house." I try to make small talk. "You haven't seen the bedroom yet." He smirks, the bastard. I spit back in my glass and glare at him.

I feel the wine hitting me finally. He moves closer to my chair and put his elbow on my armrest. I sit impatiently, waiting for him to say something. He moves his face closer and closer until I can feel his breath on me. My heart rate is through the roof. His eyes move to mine, then slowly down to my lips. I part them, half trying to be sexy and half because I can't breath.

He leans and touches his lips to mine. Just a touch at first, giving me the taste of what he has to offer. Then he presses them on mine. He is taking it oh so slowly and I'm going crazy. I take his bottom lip between mine and kiss him. He finally gives up, his hand sliding into my hair and holding my head in place while his lips passionately kisses mine.

I part my mouth slightly and his tongue meet mine. He explores me while I try hard not to combust. After what feels like few seconds but were minutes, he pulls away. His face is still close to mine, so close that if I just tilt my head my lips will touch his. I pant, my heart threatening to come out of my chest.

"Baby." He breathes. He stands up suddenly holding his hand out for me. I put mine and let him pull me up. Somehow ending up in his arms, I look up and kiss him again. I take him by surprise because he gasps into my mouth when I start exploring him.

He moans and tugs at my hair, the action resonating in my clit. "My room." He says these two words with such longing that I just let him lead me. We climb upstairs to second storey, all the while his hand never leaves mine.