Just as I'm starting to get back into the heat of it, however, I can feel her resist me again. She breaks free and gives me a hard shove. I stumble back a few steps and look at her in surprise. She is just as turned on and out of breath as I am. She fixes her clothes before glaring at me again. I can see her anger has returned and take a few seconds to catch my breath.
I stand up straight and fix my hair and suit. When our eyes meet again, she is glaring at me once more with her arms crossed over her chest. I wonder what she has to say now? I thought she had already gotten everything out? Well, I do deserve this. It wasn't fair of me to treat her like that. Besides, by letting her get her feelings out, I might be able to salvage this night and what we are building together. I mean, I guess that's what we are doing. No matter how hard I try to fight my feelings, there is definitely something there between us.
I guess at some point in life we all have to face our fears and work through things. This is not something I'm looking forward to, if my past is any indication. I still have to make some sort of an effort though. She’s worth it. I brace myself for the worst as she opens her mouth to speak.
Chapter 16 - Lorelai
It's crazy what's happening. My head is spinning. Obviously Gabriel and I are both mad at each other, but it's so hot. I can't help myself. I can't resist his touch. I didn't expect him to bid on me. Even though I'm so angry at him, I'm still flattered that he did.
When he pinned me to the wall and kissed me, it was worlds apart from our garden kiss. It was laced with lust, passion, and sexual tension. When he slid his fingers under my dress, I melted into him. I may be a virgin, but it’s not like I’ve never been touched.
Let me just say that no man can hold a candle to him. He has a powerfully skilled touch. Even though this was our first time together, it felt like he knew exactly where to touch my body to make me go insane. I want so much more with him. I hold him close and grind on his hand.
He makes me moan. He kisses my neck, and rips open my sweater. I can see him admiring my cleavage before pressing his mouth to my nipples. They grow hard beneath the fabric
I can feel his hand teasing me through my panties. He has his finger on my clit, and I shiver with desire. I crave him, I want to give myself to him. I want him to take my virginity, but as we continue kissing, I suddenly remember everything.
I remember the auction, why I'm here. I give him a shove and watch him stumble backwards. My anger returns. He can't just make everything better with a kiss, or a quick fuck. He really hurt me, and I demand an explanation from him. I'm breathing hard as I hurry to button my sweater and pull my dress back down.
I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him, waiting for him to catch his breath. I watch as he also straightens his clothes. He meets my gaze calm and composed. That just infuriates me even more. After everything that has happened, how can he just stand there with no reaction at all?
I take a few deep breaths, making every effort to calm myself. I'm not going to make a scene. I'm a professional business woman, and there is still an auction going on outside. I don't want everyone to overhear our private business
Once I'm calm, I look at him. He still seems placid, but I can tell he's wondering what I am going to do. I give a long, sad sigh. I really like him. I don't want to fight, or argue anymore. I just want some answers. I think I at least deserve that.
"Can you at least tell me why you have been running so hot and cold on me?" I ask finally.
Once the question is out, the rest of my feelings come out too, pouring out of me in a flood. "I thought we both had a great time the other night. I was hurt when I didn't hear from you. Then you show up here tonight all possessive and jealous, even though you’re the one who had some random bimbo hanging all over you. I'm not mad anymore, I just want to know what's going on."
I look deep into his eyes. I can see confusion. So many conflicting emotions. It’s almost painful to watch. Perversely, I want to reach out and hold him in my arms.