hands over my mouth. “Oh, my God, I am drunk.”
But when I finally had the courage to look back over at Darren, the only thing
that was plastered over his face was a dark, dangerous smile.
“Good,” he said.
Son of a bitch.
“Good?”
He nodded. “I had a feeling you would like that wine.”
My eyebrows shot up in confusion. “So you wanted me drunk,” I stated. It
wasn’t a question.
He leaned forward, a smirk decorating the corners of his mouth. “Maybe I want
another showing of Ludacris.”
“Ha!” I laughed, remembering how ridiculous I must have looked while shaking
my ass on top of a pool table to “Move Bitch, Get Out the Way.” “I’m afraid the tour
ended for that show quite some time ago. I doubt there will be a repeat.”
“Not drunk enough to dance for me then?” he asked with a chuckle.
I shook my head carefully. “I’ll need the entire bottle for that.”
“You’ll dance with me then,” he stated and then stood.
“Wait, what?” But Darren had already gripped my hand and pulled me from my
chair.
Leading me away from the table, he stopped us in the center of the room, took
my hand in his, and placed the other on his shoulder. Holding me close, his other
hand on my lower back, he began to move us across the floor. The soft jazz of the
Christmas music continued to play in the background, and I found myself dazed
and confused. Darren moved well to the music, gently twirling me every now and
then, and it just felt effortless to move with him. Naturally, he led well, and I was
coordinated enough to follow without issue even with my drunkenness. It was
actually … nice.
There was no violence, no animosity, maybe a little confusion and surprise, but
in reality, we were just two people dancing to the sound of a soothing piano trio. It
made me feel warm and airy inside, and every now and then after a twirl, I’d catch
myself smiling like a drunken fool … and it pissed me off. But the alcohol running
through my blood had a magical way of suppressing my fear of Darren, and I
wanted that feeling to last. I didn’t want to be afraid anymore. I wanted to be
confident in my ability to stand up to Darren, and maybe if I could amuse him with
it, he might just appreciate my bravery.
I knew he didn’t want someone passive or robotic so I would have to figure out
how to keep him amused, stay unpredictable, and remind him that I was not
someone you could fuck with and forget. He wanted himself embedded in my mind?
Bitch, not before me.
When the song ended, Darren dipped me, pulling my leg up and holding me up
for what felt like several seconds as he looked into my eyes. That possessive look of
his was back, but it was softer this time, almost loving. I didn’t want to be looked at
like that anymore, so I tilted my mouth up and kissed him. He fell into the kiss
immediately, clutching me tighter as he pressed his lips to mine. It only took him a
second before he lifted me up into his arms, never once breaking the kiss and
carrying me off to the stairs. He didn’t even need to break away from me once as he
took each step, but I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around his neck for better
positioning.
When we got back to the bedroom and Darren set me down to stand, I decided I
knew exactly what I wanted to do.
I wanted to give Darren his Christmas present. No. I wanted him to beg for it.
Before we even got to the bed, I turned in Darren’s hold, pushed up as far as my
toes could go to kiss him again while he began to unravel his tie, but I gripped it in
my fist before he could and pulled him back with me.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice sultry with lust.
“Whatever I want,” I dared, kissing him more, my tongue pushing itself into his
mouth of its own volition.
Darren’s hands instantly gripped my hips and pulled me up to straddle him as
he took us to the bed. He was already pulling at the zipper on my dress, and I
followed suit, nearly ripping the buttons apart on his shirt. Sitting on the edge of
the bed, Darren pulled me from his hips and set me to stand between his spread
knees.
“Take off your dress,” he ordered, his breathing becoming heavier with lust.
“For once, I don’t want to rip this one.”
I returned his request with a smirk and turned on my heels to begin pulling the
straps of my already unzipped dress slowly down my arms. I arched my back just a
bit to give Darren a better view of my ass before sliding the rest of the dress down
to pool at my feet. Lacing my hands through my hair, I turned to face him, but the
gaze he gave me nearly knocked
