Forbidden Love

Chapter 5

I hear his footsteps behind me as he slowly approaches me and I realise that I'm holding my breath. I sense him getting closer and closer, like a lion stalking its prey until I can hear him breathing behind me. He gently traces his fingertips from my shoulder, slowly moving down my arm until he reaches my hand. He plants a kiss at the back of my head and inhales deeply before spinning me around to face him. His hands move up my shirt, caressing my back while his captivating blue eyes stays fixed on mine.

"I want to kiss you." The words leave my mouth before I even have a chance to think about the consequences and I feel my face turning red.

"Then why don't you?" His words come out as a soft, seductive whisper. I was starting to come undone at the seams. He slowly starts moving his perfect face closer to mine, and stops... His lips mere inches from mine and I take a moment to question whether I should resort to begging. But before I could say anything, his lips crash into mine and we become locked in a deep passionate kiss. Our tongues become tangled in a dance of passion and I have that strange feeling deep down in my belly again. My hands find their way into his hair and he tightens his grip on me as our kiss intensifies. I never knew passion like this even existed, I've never been consumed by desire like this before. And just when I was about to go one step too far, he gently bites my bottom lip and pulls away, ending our kiss far too abruptly for my liking.

"We have to stop this now, Rose," he whispers resting his forehead against mine, just as breathless as I am.

"Not yet." I hate how desperate I sound but this man does things to my mind and body that shouldn't be humanly possible. I grab two fists full of his hair and pull him back to me, but instead of kissing me again, he buries his face in my neck and starts kissing and gently biting his way all the way down to my breasts and then back up again. I knew I couldn't go too far with him, I knew I had to stop, but for the life of me, I couldn't and I didn't want to. Everything I always knew about myself was becoming a distant memory. Then, just like that, he suddenly lets me go and I nearly fall over, my legs deceiving me again. He runs both hands through his hair before turning away from me and walking all the way to the other side of the room. When he turns to face me again, his eyes are wide and dark and his jaw is visibly clenched. He almost looks angry and for a moment, I think I've done something wrong.

"I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed to manage this," he says the words more to himself than to me. He puts both hands on his hips, looks down and takes a deep breath before he looks at me again and to my utter delight, the angry expression he just had a moment ago had vanished and he was his own perfect self again. "We'll pick this up again tonight," he says as he walks over and plants a tender kiss on my forehead. He takes my hand and starts leading me to a door on the other side of the room, not the one we used to enter the room, but a completely different one and it's only then that I realise that there are four doors in this one room. He opens the door to reveal an elevator and my desire for him is instantly replaced with annoyance.

"Are you kidding me right now? Why did we have to climb up all those steps if you have an elevator?" He looks amused and shocked at my sudden outburst.

"My God, the things I'd like to do to you right now..." He looks at my mouth and I can see the tip of his tongue peeking out for a split second as he licks his lips. "If we came up in the elevator, we would've had more time alone in the bedroom and you would've most definitely had your legs over my shoulders right now. I want to take this slow, Rose. You are a gem of a woman and deserve to be treated as such. So a quick fuck before dinner wouldn't do either of us any favours, but especially not you. I want to take my time with you and enjoy every inch of your perfect body. Now, let's go, before people start wondering where we are." If he wasn't holding my hand and practically pulling me into the elevator, I would've stayed glued to the spot. I couldn't fathom how he could talk about such intimate things so openly and not be affected by the thoughts of his own words. We reached the ground floor just as the twins came down the stairs for dinner.