Chapter 12: Chapter 12



Charles POV

I chuckled as we stepped into the elevator.

The game was only beginning.

It was quite clear that Annabelle loved games. Which made me even more suspicious of her intentions towards me.

It is obviously to drive you mad! My mind snickered.

How come it was so hard to get her to fall? I wasn't used to this crazy pursuit of a woman. Getting them had usually come easy. All I had to do was smile and they were game.

Apparently, not Annabelle. She was definitely one of a kind.

"What floor is yours?" I asked as the elevator door closed.

She was leaning on the glass wall of the elevator, with her fingers between her lips and her eyes glued to me. But that wasn't what got to me. It was the fact that her eyes seemed clouded and far away like she was imagining something sinister.

"Annabelle?" I called.

"Yeah, what did you say?" She asked breathlessly.

Lord! What was on that mind of hers? It irked me that I couldn't figure her out.

"I said which floor Is yours?" I asked again, watching her keenly.

Why on earth were her breath shallow and her lips putty?

Biting her lips, she whispered, "3rd floor."

Was she trying to torment me? Because if this was punishment for winning the game then she was succeeding.

She began fiddling with her knuckles like she was anxious. Was I making her nervous? I didn't understand the reactions I was getting from her. One minute she's hot then the next she's something else.

"Are you okay?" I asked again.

She nodded, but I could see through her facade. It was either she was nervous, or she was playing with my head. Either way, I needed to find out why.

I walked towards her slowly, watching her reaction as I approached. when I got in front of her, I stopped. I was close enough to feel her breath on my jaw and perceive her Roseberry scent. Her breath hitched a notch as I placed my hands on the wall beside her head, trapping her in.

"Do I make you nervous Annabelle?" I asked.

Silence, again.

My lips were just an air breath away from hers. All I had to do was lean slightly, and I'll have my tongue down her throat.

She swallowed.

"Really?" I asked, "Are you seriously gonna ignore me right now?"

Her eyes connected with mine.

"You don't." She whispers.

"Don't what?" I softly muttered.

"I'm not--" She begins.

"Then why has your breathing increased?" I injected, softly cutting her off as I moved my left hand to the curve of her neck and placed two fingers there.

"Why has your pulse heightened, Annabelle?" I whispered lowly. The way she was looking at me, pupils dilated, lips parted was more than I could bear.

I began moving my fingers in a slow circular motion, in opposition to the beat of her pulse. I could see she was trying and failing to hide her wants for me and I knew I needed to stop teasing her, but I couldn't.

Dear lord.

She made a moaning sound as the pad of my thump began to slowly caress her lips. Her lips parted on their own violation and my thump slipped between the cracks into her hot, wet mouth.

"Fuck." I moaned.

I didn't think she understood what was about to happen. I was about to have my wicked way with her right there in the elevator.

I was seriously wishing she'd come to her senses and stop me. But it seemed we were both too far gone to stop now.

Damn!

I was hypnotized as I watched her suck my thump like a pro between her lips, one minute her tongue was swirling around it and the next her teeth was scrapping edges of my finger. I added a finger into her mouth. "You have no idea what you are doing to me," I said roughly as I arch her neck, forcing her to take more of me. My right hand moved down her sides to her buttocks, grabbing one soft cheek and squeezing.

"Charles." She moaned.

"Yes, tell what you want belle," I said mindlessly. My fingers slipping out of her parted lips. I was a goner. There was no way I was coming back from this.

"Please." She half moaned half begged.

I tried telling myself to slow down, but at this point, it was too late. All I wanted was a taste of Annabelle. I kissed the side of her neck and raising her hips high against the wall, I stepped between her thighs, pressing my erection against her hot core. I was about to slam my lips on hers when the elevator door dinged and the door slides open to reveal two old couples waiting to get in.

I jumped away from Annabelle immediately. My lust instantly vanishing. It was as if a bucket of ice was dumped on me and I quickly moved to the other end of the elevator. The old couples stepped in, smiling secretly to themselves. I stole a glance at Annabelle and she looked bewildered and beautiful. I noticed her also glancing at me from the corner of her eyes. When she caught my eyes, she lowered hers.

What just happened?

I knew that if it wasn't for these old couples cutting us off I would have had her up against the wall and screaming my name by now. Damn! But she drives me crazy, I needed to get into my room and take a cold shower, anything to get rid of this boner or at least reduce it.

The elevator got to our floor and we stepped out, smiling sweetly at the old couples as we did and they smiled back. Annabelle began walking quietly towards her room door and I followed as we fell into a comfortable silence, none of us wanting to talk about the elevator.

Finally, she stopped at a familiar corridor and in front of room 305 which was opposite my room.

"This is it," she said. Her voice is raspy and hoarse as she turned towards me.

Stepping closer to her I said, "About what happened or almost happened in the elevator... "

"It was nothing." She quickly rushed in, cutting my sentence midway and avoiding my eyes in the process. "As I said before, you don't make me nervous."

I stepped yet closer to her, feeling the heat of her body as it seeped into me. "Was it really nothing Anna?"

She gulped.

"Don't." Her voice was completely clogged.

"Don't what?" I asked as I pressed her into the door.

"Look, Charles," she whispered, "I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast--."

I slammed my lips to hers, effectively shutting her up as my lips moulding perfectly with hers. She was pure perfection and I couldn't help gripped the back of her neck to deepen the kiss.

She moaned, and I groaned.

Shit! My hands grabbed the back of her hair and I curved her neck just right so I could get better control of her lips. I just couldn't get enough of it. They fucking tasted like vanilla.

I needed to calm down or nothing was gonna stop me from taking her right there in the corridor, against the wall, without a care in the world.

I bit the bottom of her lips and she whimpered softly. She grabbed my shirt then. I don't know, maybe she was contemplating whether she should pull me closer or away from her. My free hands slipped down her waist and grabbed her ass. I wasn't gonna let her think.

Just as my hand went between her thighs to cup her core, she pulled her lips away from mine and shoved at my chest, hard. I stumbled back and breathlessly watched her as she bent down to pick up her purse. It must have fallen off when I slammed her against the door. Removing her key, she opened the door and stepped in, then turned to me.

"Thanks for a ride up, Charles. See you tomorrow."

"I--" She slammed the door to my face, completely cutting me off.

I just stood there, hard as a concrete and more frustrated than I've ever been in my whole life.

If this wasn't an indication of trouble, I didn't know what was.

Moving to my room door I opened it and stepped in. I thought I had everything figured out. But tonight just proved one thing.

I had finally met my match.

No other woman had ever slammed the door to my face after kissing me senseless. Not after I had kissed her senseless.

I needed a new course of action, a higher plan or else, I was royally and officially screwed.