Passion. P.F. Kozak
in closer, encircling my neck with both of her hands. I had my arms around her waist and reacting from her movement, tightened my hold.
The music carried us across the dance floor and back again. One of her hands had slipped down to my chest while the other rested on my shoulder. I could feel her fingers gently kneading my coat, the way a cat would a blanket. The sensation went right from my chest to my groin.
I could feel my control slipping, so I figured, it’s now or never. I slid my hand up her back and under her hair. I rubbed her neck, moving my fingers through her hair. I brushed the curve of her bottom with my other hand.
I could feel her breath quicken as she pressed into me. I thought it best to at least give her the opportunity to cool off, so I leaned close to her ear and asked if she wanted to sit down. She looked up at me with eyes that burned into my heart and shook her head no.
As much as I needed to sit, I couldn’t let this end yet. I was Cinderella dancing with my prince and the clock hadn’t yet struck midnight. We danced, my feet no longer touching the floor. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anyone. Everything melted away except for my awareness of his arms around me, the feel of his body pressing against mine.
We were at the inn and my Highwayman held me in his arms. I felt how much he wanted me. His cock had come to life against me. I slid my hand under his coat to caress him. His shirt stuck to his back, the heat coming off him in waves. I tried to angle my body to feel his hardened organ against me, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted to love him right there on the dance floor.
So we continued to dance. One song ended and another began. It seemed we had entered a shared trance, the music creating a spell I hoped would not end with the song. Then her hand slid under my coat and her arm went around my waist. I knew she had to feel my cock. She adjusted her position to accommodate the bulge that had grown in my trousers.
Under my coat I felt her hand moving up and down my now damp shirt. Again I leaned close to her ear and whispered, “You’re making me crazy, we had better sit down before I embarrass myself.” I meant what I said. Much more of this and I wouldn’t make it to any room. Fortunately the dimly lit dance floor and dark suit coat hid my groin from view, although anyone with a mind to look could plainly see I had a problem.
Then I heard him whisper to me that we had to sit down, that he needed to sit down. My eyes welled up—the magic was ending, the genie was going back into the lamp, my Highwayman was leaving. My eyes stung with the tears I blinked back.
I tried to locate the ladies’ loo on our way back to the table, but the place was just too darn dark and my vision too blurry. Get a grip, I told myself. You’re a big girl, you know the score. The clock has struck midnight. It’s time to take that pumpkin home and make some pie. The silliness of that last thought brought me some relief.
I took a deep breath and prepared myself for the polite apologies that certainly would be exchanged over dessert.
We made it back to the table and I knew what I had to do. I had taken this as far as I could without being straight with her. I could hardly get her into a room for the night until I told her I wanted to spend the night with her. I walked behind her, ostensibly to hold her chair while she sat down. Instead I turned her around to face me and kissed her, holding her as close as I could.
Always the gentleman, Dr. Kozak, I thought as he followed me around the table. I dutifully stood as I waited for him to pull out my chair. Instead I felt his hands on my shoulders. I nearly gasped out loud as he turned me around. I had only a moment to look at him before I felt him up against me. Then I couldn’t breathe—not because he covered my mouth with his, but because he passionately kissed me.
Hidden behind that blessed tree, with my hand behind Pash’s neck, I held her head still and kissed her harder. Instead of pulling away, as I rather expected she would, she returned the pressure of my mouth against hers, opening her lips to receive my tongue.
I felt Ivan’s hand on my neck again, this time with more force. He kept kissing me, only harder, rougher. Something sparked inside of me; a long-buried yearning bubbled to the surface. I grabbed on to him, clutching at his back. I took his tongue into my mouth, wanting him inside me however I could have him.
Pash embraced me, this time with both arms under my coat. I felt her nails digging into my back. I pulled my face away from hers long enough to quietly voice the only thought in my mind. “Do you want to get a room?” That’s all I could get out, for everything else inside me braced for the answer. She ran the back of her hand across my whiskers and whispered back, “Let’s do.” Oh, yes, I definitely threw a seven!
Chapter Five
Ivan pulled away from me. I couldn’t believe he had the willpower to stop now; I almost forgot we still stood in a restaurant. I heard him ask, in a barely audible voice, “Do you want to get a room?”
Looking into eyes that pierced my soul, I touched his face. With whatever voice I could muster, I answered, “Let’s do.”
He gave me another small kiss. “I’ll be right back.”
Somehow I managed to lower myself into my chair. I still had half a glass of wine left, which I sipped in an attempt to collect myself. I watched Ivan make his way across the room, nearly bumping into a couple leaving the dance floor.
So, my fairy godmother gave me a reprieve. But would the glass slipper fit? I stifled a giggle, which caused me to hiccup, as I thought of his girth when he pressed into my side. The damn thing better fit. It would be an interesting bit of business if it didn’t.
Ivan listened intently to the maître d’ and then said something in return. After patting the man on the back, he hurried back across the room.
Beyond caring who might notice my groin, I went in search of the maître d’ and a key. This bit of business gave me a chance to catch my wind and allow the urgency of the last few minutes to subside. This seemed a mixed blessing. I knew it would give me more sustaining power for later, but it also gave Pash a chance to cool off as well.
Not wanting to give her time to change her mind, I quickly located the maître d’ and asked for a room. Even though they had told me this would be no trouble when I called for a reservation, I still felt relieved when the maître d’ reached for a shelf and picked up a piece of paper with a key attached. When he noted the room number from the key on the paper, I realized they had kept it with my bill, just in case.
Without my asking, he told me, “Sir, room service will be available until midnight and then again at six A.M., if you care to order dessert or breakfast.”
“Very good. It would be quite fine if we could have an iced bottle of champagne and some fruit left outside the door at eleven thirty. Thank you so much for your help.”
Impressed with the efficiency of this operation, I went back to the table to see Pash sipping what was left of her wine. Mellow, I thought. Just stay mellow. When she saw me, she gave me a questioning look. I walked behind her chair, put my hands on her shoulders and whispered into her ear, “Room number twenty-two is ours.” Trying to sustain at least some semblance of chivalry, I added, “That is, if you are still inclined.”
She stood up, picked up her bag and said softly, “I am still inclined.”
Ivan put his arm around my waist as we walked toward the lobby. As we passed a sign for the ladies’ loo, I realized I really had to piddle, the result of drinking so much wine. I stopped him in the hall. “Would you excuse me for a few moments? I have to spend a penny.” I pointed to the sign. “I shan’t be long.”
“I’m sure they have one in the room.”
I felt my face get warm as I told him, “I don’t believe I can wait.”
He smiled, saying, “Well, go on, then. Maybe I best go now, too.” He gave my bottom a pat and headed down the hall to the gents’ sign.
Before making my way into the toilet, I watched