Avan called me during the day on Friday, catching me between clients. I laughed when I answered the phone, joking that he must have ESP, knowing when to call me. He chuckled and I had to clamp my thighs together to keep the fluid my body generated from spilling out.
How is it possible for any man to make a woman react this way?
"Nerina?" When he said my name, I realized I hadn't answered him.
"I'm sorry. Someone came by and...said something to me. What did you say?"
"Are you busy tonight? I'd like to make you dinner."
"Make me dinner?" I laughed. "Sounds intriguing."
"Intriguing enough for you to say yes?"
"Hmm, it
is
Friday night and I don't have to work in the morning."
Again he chuckled and the sound reached through the phone, stroking my body from head to toe. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. Avan didn't need any more indications of my desire for him.
"Neither do I."
I chewed my lip as I considered. Did I really want to risk being alone with him in his house? Would I be able to resist if he performed an encore of the other night's activities?
"I promise to be a perfect gentleman, Nerina."
I laughed. Again he surprised me by knowing what was on my mind. "I believe you, Avan. All right. I'll come for dinner."
"Excellent!"
I was flattered that he sounded so excited. He gave me directions to his place and his home phone number in case I got lost. We agreed to meet at seven, leaving me plenty of time to get ready before the date.
The prospect of an actual date made me feel strange. I didn't know why the idea of going to Avan's house made me feel so nervous but I chalked it up to my lack of control the other night. If it hadn't been for that horrible accident in the parking lot, I would have gladly given myself to Avan. He must know that. I had an awful premonition that he was only inviting me over to get into my pants after the other night's disappointment but I shoved it away.
He told me he'd be a gentleman.
I finished my lunch break and waited for my next clients to arrive.
I believe him.
Whether or not I
should
was up for debate but I couldn't allow negative feelings to sway me now. It'd be rude to cancel at the last minute.
So I finished up my day and even managed to leave the office early. I considered going home first to change but decided not to tempt fate by making myself any more appealing. As that thought occurred to me, I gave myself a wry look in my car's rearview mirror and told myself to stop being absurd.
Avan's directions to his house were simple. He lived in a part of town that was close to Landbourne. It took me less time than I thought it would to get there so I drove past his street to a nearby strip mall. I hit a bank, wandered through a few stores and then made my way to his house.
I couldn't say for sure why I was dawdling. I told myself it was because I didn't want to seem too eager. He already knew I'd lay down for him at the slightest provocation. Perhaps this was my way of regaining some control over my own actions.
There were butterflies in my stomach as I parked across the street from his modest bungalow that evening. I scowled at my reflection in the rearview mirror for a moment before getting out of the car. The closer I got to his house, the more confused I felt.
There was no reason for me to feel so conflicted. There was nothing wrong with being attracted to him. So why all this tension inside me at the thought of getting closer to him?
That familiar close, cloying sensation stole over me as I stopped on his front step. I clawed at my shirt, yanking the top button of my blouse until it popped loose and then sucked in a deep breath.
Avan opened the door, greeting me with a wide smile that stirred my female parts like they had no business being stirred.
It's just a smile, for Pete's sake.
Steeling myself, I walked into his house and chastely turned my cheek when he bent to kiss me. He gave me a strange look but I reminded myself of my efforts to keep from begging him to take me. When he put his warm hand at the small of my back to guide me through the house, I wondered if I could keep it up all night.
"The kitchen is just through here." He led the way down the hall to his large, open kitchen.
"It's very nice." I paused and inhaled. "Mm, and something smells wonderful."
I turned in time to see him flash that devastating smile again and my stomach coiled with need. I swallowed and tried to force my eyes somewhere else, anywhere but at his face and eyes, dark with the same desire I was feeling.
He began to speak and I didn't know what he was saying. His deep, accented voice slid through me and increased the spike of lust I felt in my belly. He was saying something about dinner I think but it didn't matter. Just the sound of his voice and the vibration of his tenor in the air made me feel very aroused. That damp pressure returned a hundredfold and I rubbed my palm up the side of my throat, feeling lightheaded.
"Would you like a drink?"
I risked a glance in his direction and nodded. He smiled and moved away to pour some wine. I watched him and the knot inside me loosened. The pressure eased up and I drew in a deep breath.
I could do this. I could get through one night with him without clawing my clothes off.
"Here you go." He handed me a glass of fragrant red wine and clinked his glass against mine.
"What are we toasting?" I was surprised that I managed a complete sentence. My knees were still shaking and I was struggling not to think about the pool of moisture between my thighs.
Avan cocked his head to one side as he looked at me. "How about...destiny?"
"Destiny?" I would have laughed had he not looked so serious.
"Yes. It was destiny that brought us together and it is destiny that shall keep us moving forward."
"Together?" The word came out as a squeak.
His grin turned wicked and I stifled a moan as my blood pressure spiked. He moved closer to me and one strong arm went around my waist. The heavy pressure was back and I almost dropped the wine glass. When Avan spoke again, his lips were so close to my own that I felt them brush against my mouth.
"As one, Nerina. Isn't that what you've always wanted?"
His voice was silky and I tilted my chin up to meet his dark gaze. He still had a grin on his face but it had altered somehow. Instead of looking sexy, he looked...menacing.
The thought sent a chill up my spine, cooling my overheated body in an instant. The tight pressure remained, making me feel claustrophobic even in this wide open kitchen.
As if sensing the change in my body, he let me go and stepped back. The expression on his face changed again and he looked almost disappointed. He took a large gulp of wine with his eyes on my face and then turned away.
"I must check dinner."
I nodded and moved around the kitchen island to sit on one of the stools. I felt heavy and disoriented, like I'd just woken from a long nap. I wiped a hand across my brow, not surprised to feel the damp sheen of sweat on my hand.
In another minute or two, the tension in the kitchen lifted and Avan began to talk to me. He asked about my day, inquired about the repairs to the building and asked what my plans for the weekend were. I thought it was his cute way of asking me out for the next night so I teased and said I might have plans.
"As long as you don't intend to go clubbing, I don't mind."
I raised my eyebrows at his response. My immediate instinct was to remind him, in no uncertain terms, that he had no claim over me. As the words rose in my throat, I felt something squeeze and I couldn't speak.
Avan turned from the stove and walked towards me, a dark look on his face. He circled around the island and came right up to my stool. His hands came down on my hips and he squeezed. That mossy smell swirled in my nostrils and I moaned as lust licked through my insides. Avan tilted his head and opened his mouth on my throat. The tight feeling returned and I felt like I was under a pile of damp earth.
"You don't want to go out, do you?"
I shook my head, unable to speak actual words.
Avan licked my skin and I arched, my breasts tingling and aching to be touched. I was gasping for air around the weight I felt pressing on me.
"You want to stay with me, don't you? You want to fill me up and you want me to make you mine."
His words sank through the fog of my brain and I wanted to protest. I didn't want to be owned or possessed by anyone. I was an independent woman who didn't need a man telling her what to do.
The pressure increased and then I was getting no air. I tried to inhale but there was no air filling my mouth, filtering into my lungs. My eyes flew open to see Avan's face hovering very close over mine.
His eyes were no longer warm or sensual. His mouth was a hard line and his nostrils flared as he stared down at my frightened face. I felt his hands move from my hips to push my knees apart. I knew what was coming next, as surely as I knew I'd die if I didn't get some air soon.
"You want me to touch you, Nerina." It wasn't a question.
I wanted him to let me go so I could breathe. But he wasn't even holding me; he wasn't squeezing my chest and keeping me from inhaling.
Who else could it be?
His hand slid up under my skirt and cupped my sex. I felt a brief flash of embarrassment as we both acknowledged how damp I was. His fingers pushed aside the crotch of my panties and slid deep inside.
The moment his thumb brushed over my clit, I arched and sucked in a deep gasping breath. He clamped his mouth down on my neck and sucked hard, as if he were a vampire aching to get at my blood. His fingers moved inside me as he sucked and I didn't care. I kept gasping, drawing in great lungfuls of air.
Then he pinched me and I came in a great, thundering wave. It did not feel good.
The weight holding me down kept me from drawing in enough air and Avan's hold was coarse and rough, not the gentle touch I recalled from the other night. He was forcing my climax and my next breath of air rushed out on a weak sob.
He lifted his head and his eyes glinted at me. The color flashed a brilliant green and gold before sliding back into rich brown.
"You are mine, Nerina."
I shook my head, denying him as my body continued to convulse around his hand. He continued to stroke me, drawing out the terrible sensations until I slid off the stool into his arms. He held me up for a second before we sank down to the floor.
