“What’s your name?” I said, my voice suddenly gruff as I linked my fingers with hers and spun her around.
“Kylie.” Her voice was breathy, her eyes wistful as they stared up at me. I could see her dilated pupils and it only made me wonder… did she feel it too? This sudden attraction?
“It’s a beautiful name.”
“Thanks.” She smiled, shakily.
Our hands were touching, bare skin to skin. Her body was tightly pressed against mine. The slow love song didn’t help either and it only took minutes for me to wonder what she looked like under her clothes. Or better still, how she’d look like, under me, her hair splayed across my white sheets as I ran my hands over ---
The music suddenly ended.
Our movements seized, just like the other dancers but unlike others, neither of us moved. Kylie’s hands remained in mine, warm, smooth. Her large eyes, green as emeralds, stared up at me as she blinked once. Her pink lips, so soft and glistening under the bright lights, were slightly parted. What began as a way of passing time had, within a short few minutes, escalated into something else and I knew that not even an earthquake could separate her from me.
The band played another more upbeat song and the people around us started shouting and swaying their hips. But it seemed like a dome had suddenly covered me and this woman.
All the actions and movements seemed far away – as far as a thousand light-years – and it seemed like the universe had birthed a world within which only Kylie and I existed. There was no one else in this world.
With that realization, my heart began to thump.
Rapidly.
Inwardly, the tiny voice of reason told me that this was not normal. A woman was not supposed to make me feel this way.
But even that also seemed small, insignificant, as petty as a snowball in hell – and the objection was quickly melted by the fire seeping into my body.
What was going on?
I swallowed, looking down at her.
“The music.” She croaked out, “It has stopped.”
“I know.” Was that my voice? Why did it sound so unsure?
Normally so gruff and forbidding, this was the same voice that had helped me win tons of business deals. After the appearance, the next thing that people judged was the voice. That was why I never joked with its deep, resonating timbre. But now, in the presence of this woman, I was forced to acknowledge that I sounded like a squeaky toy right after it was dunked into the water.
“Should we maybe….” She blinked, her tongue slowly reaching out to run itself over her plump lower lip, “…get out of here?”
At her words, my eyes widened slightly. The hand which was linked with hers tightened. As the party regained its fast momentum, with guests laughing and jumping all over, I looked deep into this woman’s eyes.
Is she asking what I think she’s asking?
One second passed.
Two.
Three.
When the fourth second came and went with no sign of objection or remorse from her, and no-look on her face but that of undisguised attraction shown by the way her unblinking eyes strayed to my lips, the switch in my head flipped.
Turning around, I tightened my hold on that hand of hers and walked across the dance floor. The bride and groom were gone by now and judging from the way the caterers were packing up glasses and plates, and the restless energy now settling over the room, it seemed the party would come to an end soon.
Her heels clicked behind me, the muted sound floating to my ears. Yet she didn’t resist as I led her towards the exit.
“Wait.” She suddenly said as we entered a small hallway. I turned around, chest heaving not from exhaustion but from suspense threatening to choke me. She was breathing as hard as I was and her eyes slowly rose and met mine.
She swallowed.
And I didn’t even think about it anymore.
Pulling her towards me with the hand I held and as she crashed into my chest, I snaked my other arm around her waist, eliminating every form of space between us. In the next second, my mouth was on hers.
She responded immediately, tilting her head and closing her eyes, our mouths immediately commencing a fiery kind of dance never before seen. I would say it was like ballet, but ballet was too smooth, too symmetrical to describe the kind of passion immediately unleashed between us.
Soon, her hands were up, caressing my face, winding around my neck, digging into my ear as her breath came in small, short gasps, just like mine.
I didn’t know how I got her on the wall, my body pressing against hers, those delicious curves digging into my rock hard body. My hands developed a mind of their own and I didn’t even stop them.
As my mouth journeyed from her lips, smoking a hot trail from the sides of her face down her neck, nipping, sucking and biting all the way, my hands went down her body, slid over those curves and came to land on her perfect, succulent thighs.
I grunted, my head already on cloud nine. I couldn’t even keep track of what I was doing anymore. Words fell off my mouth, unbidden, as the heady scent of flowers overpowered my senses. Both hands dug into her thighs and, taking the cue, she raised them up, wrapping her legs around me.
My mouth travelled down her neck, licking the soft white skin and drinking of the nectar therein. Both hands went up her thighs, her waist, rising towards those
