No Strings Attached

Chapter Four

"I'm not a dominant."

My eyes close as his fingers slowly ascend over my arms, raising goosebumps at his mere touch. "How do you know?"

His mouth is near my throat. I can feel his warm breath so fucking close to my skin. "Because just as I can dominate you, I can submit too."

Holy fuck.

I gape, at a loss for words as his fingers come around my body, clasping around my throat, forcing me to tilt my neck to his waiting mouth. I don't expect his lips to simply hover, but they do, teasingly.

And I just sit there, waiting for the inevitable contact, his hands burning my shivering skin.

"I won't do it till you tell me to," he whispers, his breath against my throat, causing me to shudder with need. My eyes meet the ceiling as I truly realize how badly I want him to continue.

My breath is gone as I feel my head nod slowly, my spine tense against his torso.

I don't even think I really know what I'm saying yes to. This is utterly bizarre, something I expect to read about in a crazy romance novel. Things like this; men like him don't happen to me.

But as his grip tightens the moment his soft lips graze against my skin, the moment his tongue darts out, warm and wet against the curve of my neck, I'm sure I've dreamt up this entire scenario in my mind. As I stand rigidly against him, stunned by his attentiveness to the sensitive skin leading up to my earlobe, I finally release a shaky breath, shivering violently as his hand curled around my throat begins to urge me around.

I practically stumble in my spin towards him, falling into his hard muscular form, clasping onto his forearms for support. My eyes move from his glowing skin to his intensely dark eyes with fear, with doubt, and yet my hands begin to move up his forearms over the soft material of his sweater until the tips of my fingers are pressing softly into the hardness of his pecks.

Jesus Christ, I can't believe I'm doing this.

"This is wrong," I breathe, staring at my hands.

"Yes... it is," he replies, grasping my hips, pulling me towards him. I feel my heavy breasts pressed against his body, my chest heaving from nervousness as he lifts his hand, grabbing ahold of my neck, his fingertips shocking the skin while he makes me look at him.

I hear a nervous sound escape my lips as his lips nearly touch mine, but suddenly, there is a loud, seemingly deafening knock at the door, interrupting the explosive emotion drifting between and all around us.

I blink, the sound of company nearly knocking me flat with realization, and immediately pull back from him, eyes wide as I turn, hurrying towards the door. Opening it wide, I feel my face is sweltering hot with embarrassment, with shock... with wanting.

I hear the tray before I see it.

"Good evening, ma'am. Where would you like the cart?"

"Just by the table, please," I say breathlessly. "Thank you."

I begin to walk towards my purse but notice Giovanni already pulling a bill from his wallet for a tip, completely calm. Not knowing what to do, I just freeze by the bed, utterly terrified to be left alone with this man again.

But the attendant takes his tip eagerly and does disappear without so much as a word, shutting the door firmly behind him. I struggle to swallow as my fingers lightly press to my mouth, my eyes darting up to meet Giovanni's gaze.

I'm not surprised he's watching me.

"I don't know how I feel about this," I whisper, at a loss for words.