It always seems to happen this way. We go out dancing and I always come home alone. Looking over in the mirror I think, It's not like I'm bad looking, average maybe. Not the best in facial features but damn sure not the worst.
Dark hair to mid back, small frame, full lips, eyes still smoldering with desire. Turning sideways I run my hands down my body, nice breasts... small but firm and round. Nice ass, round and tight, my best feature I think.
My roommates say, "Katrina, there are plenty of chances for you, but you never seem to see them." Or if I do I always seem to turn them down. My reputation as an ice princess grows by the hour. I have to be the one in control. It's always like that.
The same happened again tonight. Gorgeous specimen of man, dark wavy hair, chiseled features, dark eyes that were on fire. Italian, dressed in black jeans and a leather jacket. His name was Dane and he was enough to make any woman's blood boil and mine definitely was boiling.
When we were introduced my hand lingered in his and I knew my eyes gave me away as to what I wanted. What was it he whispered in my ear as we sat down? "Wanting what you can't have is a dangerous thing little bird. Now fly away before your wings are singed." I took it as a personal challenge to change his mind.
Singe my wings? No one has ever been allowed to get that close and I didn't intend for it to start with him. I would change his mind; show him the fire that is always burning inside me.
When I get my way I'll decide when it's time for someone's wings to be singed. Arrogant, that's what he is and he deserves to be taught a lesson.
I plucked up the courage to ask him to dance. He seemed almost disinterested and my will to change his mind nearly failed. Seeing the shitty little grin on his face again made me stick to my resolve. All I can do is ask one more time.
"Just one dance? Nothing more."
I nearly fell out of my seat when he agreed. That seemed a bit easy after being told to go away. Score one for me I thought. At least I got him out of the seat.
The music was haunting, throbbing and erotic and as our bodies came together it was a perfect fit. For the moment I didn't care if I was teaching him a lesson. I was definitely going to like having my body rubbed against his.
I was right, the more we moved against each other to the music, the more it set flames off in my loins. His hands and arms wrapped around me; he caressed my lower back and pulled my hips closer to his. I ran my hands up his chest and around his neck. I saw the flames that lit his eyes. I knew what he wanted as well.
The music went on for what seemed like hours and I was in no hurry to leave his arms. So much for just one dance, neither one of us seemed to want the moment to end. When we moved off the dance floor both of us looked flushed and ready. I decided it was time for me to make a hasty exit before I forgot what my intentions were.
I made my excuses and he left with me. Outside the door he kissed me so hard and pulled me so close that every part of the front of our bodies were meshed together. When the cab showed up he went to get in with me and I pushed him away.
I opened the window and he moved close and gave me a kiss and whispered in my ear. Stunned by what he said I couldn't say anything. The cab pulled away and I told the driver where to take me.
I can't help grinning though. Poor Dane really thought he was coming home with me tonight. And he nearly did. The way he moved when we danced, how hard his body was against mine. I could feel how much he wanted me and how much I really wanted him.
Looking back to the mirror and coming back to the present I can see the pure raw desire showing on my face. I know he had that same desire and that he might not be as arrogant next time. He would have learned his lesson. Even if I am still on fire, I can be content with that.
The heat from both of us could have set fires in a desert. Then why did I turn him away, what on earth possessed me to turn back to that cold-hearted bitch when the need for both of us was so strong?
There was something almost haunting when we parted. For once I had no retort.
He had whispered, "When your need is greatest call for me and I'll be there."
Sighing, I throw my clothes at the mirror. What in the hell did that mean? It's not like he came home with us or is anywhere near. As far as I knew he would be leaving tomorrow on a plane back to Rome. Least that's what he has said while we were dancing.
Grumbling to myself, "Christ almighty if the need got any greater I'd explode into a million little pieces. "
And what in the fuck would make him say something like that. I was the one in control. Not him. I'm the one who left him standing there on the curbside. And he was the one standing there with that shitty little grin on his face with his eyes on fire.
Cold shower and bed is what I need and no more thinking about it. It would drive the sane mad going over it again and again. And I'm not exactly feeling very sane at the moment.
