Chapter 9 #2
When Devon turned and looked into my eyes, I again felt my breath catch and my heart skip a beat. What was that? I couldn’t stand feeling this way anymore.
She was the first to look away to glance at him and nod.
“I’ll wait for you at the table,” he told her.
I didn’t waste a second. I stood in front of her and took her by the waist to pull her close to me. Her body fit perfectly with mine, and having her so close had altered not only my pulse but all the blood in my body. I had never been so aware of my body’s reactions.
“Thank you for accepting the dance,” I whispered in her ear, getting so close that I managed to brush against it. That was enough to make my erection throb forcefully. I hoped she wouldn’t notice because having her like this, I couldn’t calm down.
“Thank you for inviting me,” she said, and I could tell she was trembling.
Devon Dulcet wasn’t so immune to my charms. The tension between us was palpable.
“Who is your companion? Is he your partner?” I asked, because I wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to clarify her relationship status.
“He’s a friend,” she responded, leaving me once again intrigued, but I intended to keep pressing.
“With benefits?”
“I don’t understand,” she said, pulling back slightly to look me in the eyes.
“I mean, do you have a romantic relationship?” I clarified, though I doubted she hadn’t understood; more likely she was playing dumb to avoid answering.
“Why do you want to know?” she asked, with her typical furrowed brow.
“Let’s just say I’m interested,” I whispered in her ear again, once more brushing against her skin.
“Why are you interested?”
“Why? Why? Can’t you say anything else? Do you have to question everything I say?”
“Excuse me, but I don’t see why I have to explain things about my life to you. Would you answer these questions? I don’t think you woul…”
“I’m a widower and I’m not currently in that type of relationship,” I interrupted her, to make it clear not only that I was willing to discuss this with her, but also that I was free to seduce her, which is what I was doing at that moment.
But was she?
We fell silent, just looking at each other. I was waiting for her answer, and I suppose she was deliberating whether to respond or not.
“I’m sorry,” she said, without taking her eyes off mine.
“What are you sorry about?”
“About your wife.”
“It’s been a few years now. She passed away a few months after Aurora was born.”
“I truly am sorry for you and for Aurora. It couldn’t have been easy raising a baby alone.”
If only she knew that I had always been alone because Aurora’s mother never cared about her, but I didn’t say that.
“It’s still complicated and I suppose it will be for the rest of my life, but I have employees who help me.”
Again she fell silent. The song was about to end, and I didn’t want it to ever finish.
For me, it was just her and me, nothing else existed.
Her perfume was driving me crazy, feeling her body had me completely aroused, and her beauty disturbed me like no one ever had before.
I felt a powerful and profound desire for Devon Dulcet.
“You didn’t answer me.”
“What?” she asked, and I don’t know if she did it to avoid answering me or because she was as disturbed as I was.
“Are you in a romantic relationship?”
Come on, Devon, answer me, I said to myself.
But the voice of that Orson interrupted us and the bubble we were in burst beyond repair. She didn’t answer me.
“You’ve had your dance, Cavaller. Shall we go back to the table, Devon?”
“Thank you for the dance, Mr. Cavaller,” she said, moving away from me and leaving me with a great emptiness.
I looked at her and nodded; I couldn’t do anything else. I returned to the table knowing that the evening was over for me; I no longer felt like being there.
I said goodbye to my acquaintances and left the hall with a mix of emotions that I couldn’t understand.
Never in my life had I felt so confused about a woman.
When they brought my car, I got in and started driving, intending to go home, but after a few streets an idea crossed my mind.
She might have left me wondering about her relationship status, but I had a chance to find out.
I changed direction and headed toward her building.
The event was about to end, so if she had nothing going on with that Orson guy and they were just friends, she should be back at her apartment soon.
If she didn’t return there, it was because she had gone with him, or if they came back together and he stayed, that would also be proof that they were more than friends.
I arrived at her building, parked several meters away, and waited. Time passed slowly, and at that hour of the morning my eyes started to feel heavy, but the adrenaline from trying to discover her love life kept me awake.
A while later, a gray car parked at the entrance of the building, and I could make them out. They stayed talking for a few minutes and then said goodbye with a kiss on the cheek.
Thank God! I felt like shouting. For me, that was sufficient proof that there was nothing romantic between them.
The guy honked his horn and left. Devon entered her building alone, and I almost jumped out of the car and started dancing in the middle of the street.
I didn’t hesitate; I was already there, and she owed me an answer, though I already knew it.
I desired that woman, and if there was the slightest possibility of sleeping with her, I wasn’t going to waste it.
I walked toward the building with confidence but with a certain nervousness.
The doorman recognized me from when I had returned her phone and opened the door without me having to ring the bell.
What he said made me understand that he thought we were returning together from a party.
I suppose seeing us both dressed formally and entering the building within minutes of each other led him to that conclusion.
“Did you enjoy the party?” he asked pleasantly.
“Yes, although business parties aren’t usually too much fun,” I said, not correcting his misunderstanding.
“You might be right. Good night, sir.”
“Good night to you too,” I said, and headed for the elevators.
When I stood in front of her door, I was about to turn around and go back to my car because I started to lose my nerve. I was as nervous as I couldn’t remember ever being before. But I wasn’t a coward, especially when it came to a woman. I rang the bell and waited.
And the door opened. And Devon was so surprised that she stared at me, moving her lips, but nothing came out of her mouth.
“You owe me an answer,” was what I thought to say to justify my presence.
“Mr. Cavaller? What are you doing here?” she asked, completely bewildered and surprised to have me standing in front of her.
“The very same. And I came for my answer,” I insisted.
“I don’t understand.”
I was already there, in the early hours of the morning, so I decided to play all my cards.
I relegated any sensible thoughts to the back of my mind and let myself be carried away by desire.
Devon was all I could think about. I leaned toward her and my mouth brushed against her ear again, and I had to make a great effort not to bite it sensually.
“I asked if you were in a romantic relationship and you didn’t give me your answer because we were interrupted.
I don’t usually leave questions unanswered, I don’t like it, so I’m not leaving until you give it to me,” I whispered, and I could tell she was breathing rapidly, which emboldened me.
“I need your answer, Devon, because a man should be clear about what he’s facing,” I stated, making my intentions toward her clear.
“No,” she whispered, but I wasn’t sure what her denial meant.
“No, you won’t give me the answer, or no, you don’t have a relationship?”
“I’m not in a relationship,” she confirmed, and at that moment I knew what I had to do. I wanted her desperately.
“Perfect.”
I was unable to resist her. My hand encircled her neck and I pulled her toward my face to kiss her... and that was my undoing.
My lips and tongue traced hers, and in that moment I felt that my mouth fit perfectly against those full, delicious lips.
I urged her to open them and, when she did, I invaded her mouth and my tongue explored it masterfully, sweeping and exploring everything in its path.
I had never been so aroused by a simple kiss.
Her tongue danced with mine and she emitted soft sighs that drove me increasingly wild and desperate for her.
“Cavaller...” she said, breathlessly.
“Tell me, ‘Sweet.’”
“This isn’t right.”
“This is the best thing I’ve done in a long time,” I affirmed, without any doubt, and to not give her a chance to change her mind, I made her step back so I could enter her apartment and close the door.
“William,” I said, wanting to hear my name from her lips.
“What?”
“My name is William. Say it.”
“William,” she whispered, and it sounded better than I had imagined, making me groan with pure pleasure. I wanted to hear her scream my name while she came, while I gave her the pleasure she deserved.
I kissed her again, taking all the time necessary to savor that exquisite little mouth, kissing her hungrily and with absolute passion while I held her in my arms.
“God, ‘Sweet.’ You can’t imagine how much I want you.
Since I saw you, I’ve wanted to kiss you, to have you like this, to get between your legs.
.. you’re so beautiful, so sensual, so sweet.
.. you’re driving me crazy. Tell me where the bedroom is or I’ll completely lose my head and take you on this carpet,” I confessed, because everything I said was truly what I was feeling.
“At the end,” she indicated.
I took her in my arms and walked there.
“I’m burning for you, ‘Sweet.’”
“I want you too,” she said, with shyness, and I was surprised that she appeared so timid and scrupulous, though passionate.