Chapter 36 Torture
Chapter thirty-six
Torture
I wait nervously at the bar, drinking the scotch I'd been nursing for the last half hour while I attempt to convince myself for the hundredth time to not go upstairs and interrupt Sarah getting ready. I didn't even respond to her text, afraid it was going to make it too tempting.
So, I sit here and drink, torturing myself with how she'll look when she gets down to the lobby. My chest tightens, wondering what her reaction to all her gifts were, and I desperately hope that she feels how I see her: priceless.
I turn in the direction of the lobby, wanting to have a clear view when she comes down, and am pleased to see I don't have to wait long.
I can tell she's in the area before I can even see her as multiple individuals turned their heads to openly gawk in the direction of our elevator bank.
And sure enough, thirty seconds later, she appears in the lobby.
Getting my first look at her, I groan as my dick jerks painfully. It swells so fast I have to grit my teeth and will it down, breathing hard through my nose.
Holy fuck, she's exquisite. I moan to myself, jerking the lapel of my suit jacket, willing myself to get a grip.
I walk slowly to the bars entrance, wanting to observe her while she looks around for me.
My heart begins to race as my eyes flicker over her body.
She's turned with her back towards me. I enjoy the swish of her long hair against her swaying backside on top of the fur shawl I'd picked out for her.
But it's when she turns again, and I'm treated to the side profile of her with the lace that perfectly cups her breasts, and the high slit in her dress that reveals the garter I'd tortured myself picking out for her, that I know I've made a huge mistake.
Monumental.
How am I going to be able to sleep next to her tonight and not touch her?
I stop breathing when her eyes lock onto mine, and I relish her doe-eyed stare before she gives me a bright smile. At the sight of her red lips, my heart begins to race, making me involuntarily suck in a deep breath in order to get it to calm down.
"Alexander!" she trills, almost singing my name as I approach her in the lobby. I ignore the multiple stares everyone's giving me.
I throw her my best smile and watch the blush start in her cheeks before spreading to her nose, and even her ears turn bright red.
"It's Alex. How do you feel, sweetness?" I ask confidently.
My hand glides up her arm as I approach her, then lean down and press my lips to her cheek in a chaste kiss.
Trying to let her know without words that I didn't do any of this because I expect sex from her.
I did this because I want to see her smile, I want her to feel pleasure, and I desire for her to feel cherished.
Feeling my skin warm as a tingle races down my spine that causes me to straighten slightly and lock my body down, I breathe deeply, catching something slightly different with her scent tonight.
Her blush deepens. "Hey, isn't that my line?" she jokes.
I feel my heart skip a beat when she places her hand softly on my chest. My eyes flicker from hers to the gentle swell in her arm, seeing the smooth expanse of skin there decorated with delicate gold bracelets.
I move my hand, seeing her flush again when I encircle her wrist to inspect her new bracelet.
"Do you like it?" I ask inquisitively, tilting my head as I pierce her with a stare that I know is full of lust. She can tell, too.
Sarah shivers, her arm breaks out into goosebumps which makes me give her a wry smile, but I don't draw her attention to it.
No, my attention is on her eyes and on fighting down my erection.
My desire is heightened at the knowledge that she feels this deepening connection and simmering desire between us.
She bites her lip, glancing away shyly before flickering her gaze back to mine.
When I make love to this woman for the first time, I'll be damned if I let her take her eyes off me.
Sarah wets her lips. "I do! Thank you, Alex! Everything was so…It's all soo…" she trails off, stumbling over her words. She steps back a step and flashes me another shy smile. "Do you like it?" she says, doing a small turn and showing off her dress.
Caught off guard by her question, I slap a smile on my face, hoping it hides what I feel is a near feral desire that I'm sure has been plain as day on my face.
"You're a vision, sweetness," I answer, hearing my voice come out too hoarse, too sexual. My eyes flit down her body as I contemplate this thing growing between us that's equal parts sexual attraction and something even a bit deeper.
The way I'd ravish you in this dress is sickening.
You deserve to be thrown onto your back and serviced until you don't know your name anymore.
Until your only purpose in life is to feel pleasure.
It doesn't even make sense the shit I want to do with you, to you, for you, I think.
Exhaling a hot breath, I clear my throat gently, grab her elbow, and begin to lead her out of the hotel double doors.
The wind flickers her dress and my jacket lightly, and I put my arm around her waist, feeling the fur of her shawl caress my arm as I draw her so close to me her hip brushes my leg.
"Thank you. I actually think I feel like one.
" Sarah pauses when we get to our ride waiting outside.
Turning to face me, she keeps her eyes on my chest while she twirls the flower she'd brought down with her, sliding it in the pocket of my jacket.
"Because you deserve flowers, too," she says breathily, her eyes rising to meet mine once more as she smooths her hand over my jacket.
My heart skips a literal beat. It takes everything in me to not snatch her up and haul her back up to the room, toss the flowers all over the bed and then fuck her on top of them.
"Thank you," I grit, fighting against the tightness in my throat.
"You're welcome." She smiles. "Do you like flowers?"
I've never been given any. No one's ever thought to gift me with anything, much less something as sweet as a simple flower.
She stares up at me patiently, her eyes flickering between mine while I mentally pull myself together. Her brows scrunch, obviously waiting for me to say something. I manage a nod and grin at her once more as I open the door, taking her by the hand to help her into the car.
"So, where are we going?" Sarah asks, not even wincing as I settle in next to her and reach for her hand.
My blood rushes in my veins as I thread our fingers together and begin to stroke her knuckles with my thumb, gliding over the tips of her fingernails while we ride.
Dismissing the thoughts of not feeling worthy, I look over at her playfully. "You'll see. The anticipation is in the surprise." I relish her giggle as she turns to stare out the window, and I tighten my hand harder on hers, loving the feel of her skin against mine.