Emerald Eyes (14 page)

A deep moan rises in his throat but it sounds more animalistic than human and surprisingly, it ignites my blood and my insatiable desire for him further, making me want him even more, and then Mr. Miller is kissing me back. Really kissing me, possessively, powerfully, claiming my mouth like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do and the world disappears. The booming music fades away and all I hear is the desperate inhales we sneak through our impassionate kiss, all I feel is Mr. Miller’s tongue delving into my mouth, massaging mine with wicked skill. His hand moves from my cheek to the nape of my neck, holding me the way that he wants me, while his right hand grabs my thigh, pulling it up and around his hips. Opening me so he could press his hardness into my now damp sex.
Yes, yes… finally. Let me have you…

Mr. Miller swallows my gasps and moans as our kiss intensifies, consuming every part of me. His expert tongue strokes mine with such hunger I lose myself, completely at his mercy and it makes me want to lose myself in him forever. All my thoughts are on Mr. Miller, on his hard body rubbing against mine, his strong hands holding me captive and his lust that’s burning through me and around me. My skin is burning up under his hands and every erotic caress of his relentless tongue, drives me wilder, making me think about his seductive tongue between my thighs.
 

The peaks of my breasts harden and beg for attention, so I press them harder against his chest to relieve the ache. Mr. Miller groans and rolls his hips into mine, while my hands move on their own accord, sliding down to his ass and pressing him tighter against me. Slowly, the hand holding my nape lowers to my breast. Kneading the heavy weight gently then firmly. Mr. Miller dips his fingers into my bra and rolls my stiff nipple between his fingers, toying with it softly and roughly, alternating the maddening sensations that I feel all the way down to my needy clit. I grind my swollen slick flesh against his raging erection, trying to relieve the pressure that is building up in me like a wild fire. Mr. Miller releases my mouth and lowers to my neck, continuing to kiss and suck my skin, ravishing me with his scorching hot mouth. Desperately, I gasp for air. My heart is pounding and I feel so alive, like never before.
 

If Mr. Miller would’ve wanted to take me right here in this dark corner, I don’t think I would’ve minded, or even stopped.
 

I let out a needy moan as his teeth bite my earlobe. And then the hand on my thigh squeezes me painfully, which turns me on even more.
Definitely will leave a bruise.
 

Abruptly, Mr. Miller stops moving. He presses his forehead to my shoulder and I hear him panting just as hard as I am. Gently, he lowers my thigh and removes his hand from my bra. Mr. Miller pulls away and leans against the wall across me. He runs his hands through his now mussed up hair and takes a deep breath.

I’m barely standing on shaky legs and out of breath. I look at him, trying to understand what just happened. I feel devastated at the sudden loss of his touch, and what a touch… if before all I could do is imagine how Mr. Miller would feel like pressed against me, what he would taste like, the warmth of him and my God… his hardness… well, now I know. And now I’m fucked.
Royally.
 

Because now… well, now I know what I can’t have, and I know I’m going to go insane trying to maintain a professional relationship, when all I can think about is how Mr. Miller felt against me and how he might feel inside me. I try to tame my breathing and lean my head against the wall, closing my eyes.
 

“Why do you fight it?” I whisper.
 

“Because this is wrong. I lost my head for a moment. I’d blame the alcohol but that would be a lie.”
 

I open my eyes at the tone of his voice, looking at his lovely face that’s now marred with disappointment. Mr. Miller straightens and takes a step forward, “We can’t do this, Katherine. Not if you want to keep your job. It’s a line I’m not willing to cross.”
 

I pout lightly, hurt and annoyed.
 

We’ve already crossed the line… but whatever makes you feel better, boss.

“Ok. But just so we’re clear, it takes two to tango. If you want me to be professional, you have to stop behaving like Casanova. You’re not helping.”

Mr. Miller’s lips pick up into a rueful smile, “I know.”
 

I lift an eyebrow and slightly shake my head. “I’m not a toy to be play with.” I snap and he takes another step forward, looming over me with a sharp gaze.

“I know, and I’m not playing with you. I told you, it’s hard for me not to react to you. You seem to know every button of mine that needs to be left alone, yet you press them regardless.” He frowns.
 

“I’m going to head back to the suite.” I look away from Mr. Miller’s penetrating eyes.

I can’t believe he just said that. Total player line.

I pick my clutch off the floor and start walking out of the dark corner.
 

“I’ll come with you.”
 

I stop walking and turn to face him. “You can’t. Eliza is still here and I’m sure she’s not feeling well. You need to take care of her.” I lie.
 

I could care less how she’s doing at the moment. The truth is, I just want to be left alone right now. I know a player when I see one, and I know when is the right time to walk away.

I enter the suite and sigh with relief. I need to be soaking in the tub, relaxing. As I strip down and remove my jewelry and make-up, images from tonight flash in my mind. Patrick’s white rose – which I forgot in the lounge - dancing with him, Mark’s note and song dedications. Blocking
that
song out, I focus on the memory that shook me the most, physically and emotionally, the way my body responded to Mr. Miller’s.

I settle down in the tub, filled with hot water and scented oils and try to relax, but my body is too worked up. My skin hums with phantom caresses that glide over me, where Mr. Miller’s hands touched me, where his hardness rocked against me. My breasts still heavy and my aching clit is demanding relief.
 

I try to unwind but the visions of the way we swayed together flash before my eyes. The way Mr. Miller’s breathe heated my ear as he whispered to me, his possessive hold around me, the tantalizing sound of his animalistic growls and the way he grabbed my thigh that turned me on so bad. I have never been kissed with that much intensity that I forgot where I am, forgot everything but the desperate need to have him.
 

I remember the press of Mr. Miller’s soft lips against mine. Instinctively, the tips of my fingers reach to my mouth. I touch my swollen lips, gently running my fingers back and forth. I close my eyes and I can still
feel
his demanding kiss, feel the hunger in his movements. I focus on that memory and my breathing quickens with my heartbeat. If I concentrate enough, I can even feel the lustful pressure of his hardness pressed against me, those maddening hip rolls that drove me wild.
 

My left hand leaves my lips, sliding down to my firm breasts. I knead them, pulling gently on the rose pink nipples, thinking about Mr. Miller’s hand rolling and pinching them instead. My right hand drops from the edge of the tub into the water, slowly making its way down, gliding lower from my stomach, past the pubic bone until finally finding the soft, sensitive flesh.
 

Lightly, I circle my clit with the pads of my fingers. I focus on the memory of the sensation of Mr. Miller’s body pressed against me, the feel of his muscles flexing under my hands, his tongue in my mouth, tasting me, stroking me with an all-consuming erotic rhythm.
 

I bite my lower lip as I feel the pleasure building slowly inside my body, making me breath shallowly, producing small moans and gasps as I relive the most erotic kiss I ever received. Needing relief, I lower my hand slightly and push two fingers inside my clenching sex, circling the hard knot of nerves with my thumb. My hips circle as the blazing sensation rises, I picture Mr. Miller’s fingers inside me, teasing and fucking me while his lips take mine in lustful hunger. My mind is overflowing with glimpses of Mr. Miller’s stormy eyes piercing mine, his reddish lips after our kiss and his mussed up hair. The visual is so vivid, it pushes me to the edge and I come with a slow deep moan.

When I come down from my post-orgasmic high, I realize there is no future to ever having him if the desire to have one another, does not come from both sides.
I shake my head, trying to rid of those sexy as hell memories and steady my breath. I have to stop thinking about Mr. Miller… but how can I? He’s destroying me, undoing me inch by inch. His damned control pushes me forward, driving me to break it.

Oh God… I’m too tired to think about all of this right now
.
 

After my sating bath, I pull on a silky, cream lace applique slip with a matching thong and surrender to my sleepiness, burying myself under the sheets. I’ll figure out how to handle this situation in the morning, when my mind is clear and my energy is replenished.

The loud pounding on the door pulls me out of my deep sleep. I rub my eyes and try to understand what’s going on. As I become more and more alert, I realize the banging is real and not a part of my dream as I first thought.
 

Worried, I spring out of bed, grabbing my matching silk robe and tying it quickly. I glance at the digital clock on the nightstand and the horrid feeling in my stomach intensifies as I read the time, four twenty three a.m.
 

Something must have happened.
 

I rush to my door and open it wide. Except, there is no one there. Frowning, I walk out of my room and follow the sound of the knocks, which are changing in rhythm and intensity. I come to a full stop in front of the entrance door of our suite and without a second thought, I open a small crack, trying to peek outside but the door is flung open from the other side, sending me back a few good feet away from it. I look up at the man that is filling the doorframe with alarm. I try to move but I realize I’m frozen, paralyzed with fear.
 

“M… Mark?” I manage to whisper pass the tightness in my throat. “What… what are you doing here? How did you even know I’m staying here?”
 

I watch as he walks inside, slamming the door behind him. I notice that his eyes are foggy and he reeks of hard liquor.
 

God dammit!
 

“You thou’ you coo walk away jus’ like tha?” slurring his words, Mark tumbles down towards me and I move back instinctively.
 

“Mark, you’re drunk. Go to your room, you need to leave.” I hold up my hands, saying the words slowly and calmly as if I am talking to an upset child.

“I’m nah drunk… well, maybe I am…” Mark starts laughing and the sound chills my blood.
 

“And you kno’ wha’ I want when I’m drunk…” he takes off his blazer and drops it on the floor.

Oh no… I know…

My heart races so hard it feels like it’s about to leap out of my chest. I can hear the blood roaring in my ears, causing me to panic. I breathe in a shaky breath and move away again, this time putting the coffee table between us.
 

“
That,
is not going to happen Mark. Please, leave before I call security.” I try reasoning with him, knowing it’s as practical as reasoning with a wild animal.
 

Mark tries unbuttoning his shirt, but after a few unsuccessful attempts, he just grabs the hem and pulls the two halves apart, making the buttons fly in every direction. Terror seeps slowly into my veins as I try to locate the phone.
 

“I dedicate those songs fo’ you and what’d you do? Fuckin’ dancin’ like a slut with
two
guys!” he roars. “Well gues’ wha’? I’m gonna have a little dance with you too.” Mark’s lips pick up into an ugly smile.

“Mark, stop it! You’ll regret this in the morning. Please, stop.” I rasp, my voice thick with unshed tears.

Finally, I locate the phone on the couch to my left. I dive for it but as I grab it, I feel a crushing weight on top of me. Mark pushes my back down on the pillows and pulls on the belt of my robe, untying the knot I made.
 

“Stop! Please! Sto- ” his big hand covers my mouth, muffling the rest of my screams.
 

I fight him with everything I got, slapping and kicking him but he’s just too damn heavy for me to push off.
 

“Stop fightin’ me
Kissa.
” Mark hisses in my ear. “You know I’ll make you feel goo- ”
 

Abruptly, his weight lifts off of me and I hear a thud. I sit up in a flash and watch with shock and amazement as Mark stumbles back to his feet and Mr. Miller knocks him out cold with one swift punch to the jaw. The moonlight streaming from the window falls softly on Mr. Miller’s broad, bare back and I see his muscles ripple with tension. I lower my gaze and my eyes widen as I find Mr. Miller’s breathtaking body stark naked. He turns to me and the light falls on his crotch. His semi-hard penis is breathtaking in the moonlight, but then again, I’m not allowed to desire him.
 

God, my mind has some bizarre coping mechanisms.
 

My eyes fly to Mr. Miller’s and I manage to rise even though my body is shaking violently.

“Are you all right?” he asks as he approaches me.

I shrug out of my robe and hold it out for him. Mr. Miller frowns at it then looks at me questionably.
 

“You’re… you’re naked.” I say with a husky shaky voice.
 

He looks down and takes a deep breath. “Shit… I’m sorry… I sleep naked.” he offers an apologetic smile.
 

Mr. Miller takes my robe and covers himself with it. I simply nod since I have no idea what to say to that.
 

“Are you ok? Did he hurt you?” he questions me again.