Drawn to You

by Jillian Anselmi

  “Just follow me,” Chase whispers in my ear. He snakes one arm around my waist and joins his other hand with mine, his body pressing so close. I can feel his warm breath on my neck as we sway to the music. The way he moves is as smooth as silk, making him easy to follow. He hums along with the song as we whirl around the dance floor, whispering in my ear, “Only you have that magic technique, when we sway I go weak.” Only I am the one getting weak.

  The song ends and another one starts, my head rests on his chest listening to him breathe. This is the most relaxed I have felt since I arrived. We stay on the floor like this for what seems like an eternity, but in reality, it has only been about four songs. At the end of the fourth song, he dips me, those gorgeous blue eyes searing into mine. He gives me a shy smile, a smile that feels like it’s reserved just for me. Pulling me up close against him, he places a soft kiss on my lips.

  “Stay with me tonight,” he breathes. I don’t know if it’s all of the champagne I had this evening, but the look in his eyes as he stares at me makes me want to say yes. He leans in closer to my ear. “Please,” he whispers, “Stay.”

  “Okay,” I reply. His eyes are bright and zealous. Back at our table, he mutters something to his father. They aren’t close enough to me to hear. His dad nods his head, and they both walk towards me.

  “It was a pleasure to meet you,” he says taking my hand in his. “I do hope to see you again.” He has the same dazzling smile as his son.

  “Thank you. I had a nice time.” Chase is standing behind me with his hands around my waist.

  “I’ll call you at home tomorrow about the property in Italy,” Chase says to his father before taking my hand and leading me in the direction of the stairway back up toward the lobby. Going up the stairs is going to be a little more tricky than coming down after at least two bottles of champagne. He senses my reluctance.

  “Take my arm and hold on tight.” I do as I’m told, and we take the steep stairs one step at a time, making sure I don’t lose my footing.

  Once at the top, he directs me to a bank of elevators on the other side of the lobby where an attendant is waiting. What a swanky hotel. He presses the up button and we wait for the elevator to come back down from whatever floor it was on. Chase gazes down at me with this hot, sexy look that makes me want to rip his clothes off. The elevator pings, and the doors open.

  “We can take it from here,” he says to the attendant and places something in his hand. Suspicious, I look at him. We step in, Chase pressing the button for the eleventh floor, and the doors close.

  I’m in his arms in less than a heartbeat. He pins me against the elevator wall, my head cupped in his hands, his mouth on mine. Kissing me long and hard, his tongue strokes mine. His kiss has a desperate needy edge to it. He tilts my head to the side for easier access to my neck, tracing his nose along my jaw line, kissing and nipping his way to my shoulder. I moan in pure pleasure, my hands running through his unruly hair.

  The elevator pings, and the doors open. We spill out into the hallway still tangled up in each other. Still kissing me, he manages to reach into his breast pocket and pull out a key card for a room. We come up for air just long enough to find the room and open the door.

  We tumble out of the hallway into the room. Throwing me against the wall and pinning me with his hips once again, Chase continues his assault. He spins me around so I am facing the wall and kisses the back of my neck. I reach around behind me, place my hands around his neck and tug on his hair. He groans low in his throat, and I can feel him smile against my skin. His hands travel down my hips, and I revel in his touch.

  He spins me back around, his tongue in my mouth once more. I push off his jacket as he unties his bow tie. They both fall to the ground as we make our way over to the bed. I unbutton his shirt as he walks me backwards. I push his shirt off his shoulders.

  “Cufflinks,” he breathes in between kisses. I fumble to undo his cufflinks and toss them on the nightstand next to the bed. He is now naked from the waist up. I stop and gaze at him, mesmerized at his perfect body glistening with sweat. He gives me a devilish smile and turns me toward the bed.

  His hands start out on my shoulders, his fingers gliding down my arms leaving tingles in their wake. With deft hands, Chase lowers the zipper at the back of my dress, peeling it off as he goes. He follows with a trail of exquisite kisses until it pools on the floor. I stand in front of him in my bra, panties, and matching garter belt holding up my stockings. “Fuck, Olivia,” he gasps. His eyes are intense and dilated with lust. “You are so . . . fucking hot,” he growls as he admires me. Placing my hand in his, Chase helps me step out of my dress.

  Putting his arms around me, he hauls me against his body, one hand in my hair holding my head still as he kisses me with abandon. I can feel his erection against my body throbbing through his pants.

  He eases me toward the bed; I can feel it behind my knees. With delicate precision, Chase pushes me down so I am lying on my back staring up at him. He stands over me unbuckling his belt, and it is so fucking sexy. He takes his time, heightening my longing for him.

  Out of his wallet he produces a condom and places it next to me. Kicking off his shoes and peeling off his socks, he lets his pants fall unceremoniously to the floor. Stepping out of them, he lies on his side next to me on the bed. All he has on are his Calvin Klein boxer briefs, and it’s a sight to behold.

  He runs a hand up my leg past my knee to the end of my garter belt. “I love this,” he murmurs, his fingers edging near my stockings. His hand continues to travel north toward my hips and up to my breasts. He circles my nipples through my bra. “I love this too, very sexy.” I groan and throw my head back. He travels up to my neck and around to the back, tender kisses scorching my skin. I don’t know how much more of this seduction I can take. I need him in me now.

  I grip the back of his neck and crush my lips to his. He reciprocates and thrusts his tongue in my mouth, kissing me hard. My breath is ragged in response. He reaches behind my back and undoes my bra. He pushes the straps down my arms and tosses it on the floor. Cupping my breast with his hand, he twists and tugs my nipples. They harden under his expert hands. The feeling is exquisite.

  He moves closer so his chest is against my side. Leaning down, he blows on one nipple while his fingers tug on the other. His tongue circles around the areola and tip of my elongated nipples. I can feel the sensation all the way to my groin.

  Quickly he moves so he is straddling me. His lips close around my nipple, and he sucks and nips first one then the other. Slowly he makes his way toward the end of the bed, his mouth trailing kisses down my waist toward my hips. His hands run down my thighs and one by one pops off the hooks that hold up my thigh high stockings. He reaches around my back and unhooks my garter belt. Moving even lower down the bed, he grabs my panties with his teeth on one side of my hip and tugs while his hand pulls them down on the other side. I am now only dressed in stockings and heels.

  He pushes my thigh highs down my leg and undoes the straps of my shoe. “As much as I wanted to these shoes around my ears,” Chase murmurs as he takes off my Jimmy Choo’s, “I want you comfortable.” He repeats the process with my other leg and shoe. I am lying on the bed writhing with need, panting, waiting. He grabs my foot by the ankle and runs his tongue along my instep up to my toes. Holding my foot firmly, he sucks on my toes one by one. I practically convulse. That has to be one of the most sensual, erotic, intimate things a man has ever done to me. I groan loudly.

  He gazes up at me through his lashes, and I know I can’t wait any longer. I want him now. I sit up and grab his face. He crawls up towards me, and I kiss him desperately.

  “Chase,” I moan desperate for him to be inside me. He hovers over me, his hand holding the back of my head. My hands are clawing at his back. I hook my legs around his ass and pull him down closer to me. Resting on his elbows, he kisses my neck, nipping at my ears. He gazes down at me for a beat and stands up.

  “You are so fucking s
exy. I can’t wait to be inside you.” Peeling off his boxer briefs, his erection springs free. His cock is huge and stands firmly at attention.

  Kneeling over me, he grabs the condom. His knees are between my legs, spreading them farther apart. He rips open the foil and rolls it on his massive length. I raise my knees up in anticipation.

  He slides his fingers up the insides of my legs then down my slit, thrusting two fingers inside me. “God, you’re so wet, so ready for me,” he moans. His fingers rub the inside of my walls driving me insane, my hips moving to the rhythm of his magical fingers. Using his thumb, he moves in gentle circles around my clit causing my legs to begin to twitch. Knowing I’m close, Chase continues, bringing me higher and higher. Finally unraveling, my back bows off the bed as I let out a high-pitched mewl for the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced.

  “Fuck, Olivia. That was the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. I must hear that again.” His raspy, sexy voice alone almost sends me over the edge again.

  Before my orgasm has ceased, he positions his erection at my entrance. Grasping both my hands, he holds them over my head and slides into me. He groans his breathing harsh. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he hisses. He is slow at first, easing in and out of me letting me acclimate to the fullness. Rocking his hips back and forth, I wriggle an arm loose and dig into his flesh.

  He starts to move faster, his breath more ragged. He releases my other hand, and I grab his forearms. He thrusts, faster and deeper. I tilt my hips up to give him more access. He bites down on my lower lip and tugging hard. I am moaning and groaning to this exquisite feeling. I screw my eyes shut and lose myself in the feel of him inside me.

  “You feel so good, so wet,” he says, his voice raw. My body starts to quiver as he slams into me. “Olivia,” he whispers my name beside my ear. I’m close, my legs start to shake and twitch once again. His breath becomes more ragged as he moves faster, saying my name like a litany. It sends me over the edge. I throw my head back as I climax again. He thrusts hard twice more as his body tenses, releasing right behind me as he growls my name.

  Chase falls on to my quaking body. He shifts his weight to his arms so he is hovering over me. Nuzzling my neck, I can feel his soft lips kissing me. After a minute, he rests his forehead on mine as we both struggle to catch our breath.

  I don’t want him to pull out. The spasms of my orgasm are still tightening the muscles inside of me. His every movement gives me residual flickers of pleasure. His hips thrust up gently, and I whimper again. “That sound is so fucking hot,” Chase says gazing down at me. Slowly rocking his hips again, I tighten my thighs. Every time my inner muscles spasm around his cock, he gives another gentle thrust, and I mewl. Finally, the trembling subsides, and my body is sated.

  Chase kisses the tip of my nose, and rolls over next to me. I am so tired all of a sudden. I can barely keep my eyes open. The last thing I remember is Chase whispering in my ear, “Sleep, baby girl.”

  I awaken with a jolt. My head is fuzzy, and the room is bright. Too bright. I start to remember that I’m not home but in a room at the swanky Sherry Netherlands Hotel. I look over at the clock on the nightstand. Nine thirty in the morning. I turn over to see Chase lying next to me, his chest rising and falling in a deep sleep. Yes, all of last night’s shenanigans exhausted him too.

  I lie back down and stare at the ceiling thinking about the way Chase touched me last night. It was so passionate, filled with desire. It was like he was worshiping me. The way he looked at me. God, it was the most amazing evening I have ever experienced. I know I didn’t imagine it, and it wasn’t the alcohol talking. And the talking. Ohmigod. That dirty mouth did things to me. Evan never talked during sex. Ever. The more Chase said the more I wanted him. It was so hot! Jeez, I experienced things with Chase that I never knew I wanted. Or needed.

  Taking a deep breath, I get up. I have bathroom needs, and I don’t want to wake sleeping beauty next to me.

  I make my way over to the palatial bathroom. It’s huge! All white Italian marble, including the walls, sink and bathtub. I look up toward the hand painted ceiling, an effulgent trompe l’oeil of clouds and sky. There are big fluffy towels hanging from the wall that look so inviting, I decide to take a nice hot shower hoping it will soothe my aching head. I grab a hair tie from my purse and pull my hair back. I always carry an extra in case of emergencies.

  I don’t have time to deal with the mess that is my hair.

  Wrapping an oversized towel around me, I exit the bathroom to see an empty bed. I did take an exceptionally long shower, I mean who wouldn’t? The bathroom was ridiculous. It’s only then that I get a good glimpse of the bedroom. Big is an understatement. It has a very large king sized bed, which was very well used last night. The walls are covered in gold textured wallpaper with decorative molding creating a box look. A giant window lets in the bright morning light. I look around the room and see my dress hanging off the back of a chair, along with my undergarments. Crap! I have no other clothes here, and I don’t want to do the walk of shame.

  What I thought was just a hotel room turns out to be a large suite. I walk out into the large living area. There is an opulent French style couch and chairs, fancy window treatments with a chair rail around the room. An enormous LCD TV covers a wall. On the center table are fresh flowers. I don’t remember any of this from last night, must have been all of the champagne.

  Along with the living area, there is a dining area and a kitchen the size of a small studio apartment. Looking around I find Chase on the couch reading the New York Times. He looks up at me with a sexy smile that makes me melt.

  “Hi,” I murmur.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” he hums. “You look fabulous in that towel by the way.” He makes his way toward me, wrapping his arms around me pulling me close.

  “Well, that may be all I’m wearing today. I have no clothes here.”

  “I’ve already taken care of that,” he chuckles.

  “What?” I look up at him, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He’s up to something.

  “Go and put on a bathrobe, there’s one hanging on the back of the door in the bathroom.” He places a chaste kiss on my lips. “I’ll explain once you’re back.” Confused, I make my way across the expansive room to the bathroom and throw on the robe.

  Walking back out of the bedroom Chase is standing over by a desk looking out the window.

  “Do you see that building over there?” He points at a large stone building out the window. I shake my head. “It’s Bergdorf Goodman. I made a call over to Cheryl. She’s having clothing for both of us sent over. Someone should be here in fifteen minutes.”

  “Who is Cheryl?”

  “She is one of the best personal shoppers there is and works for Bergdorf Goodman. Where do you think I got the dress and shoes from?”

  Oh. I sigh and plop down on the couch. My head is still pounding, and all of this information is only making it worse. I place my arms on my knees and my head in my hands. Chase sits down next to me.

  “Are you okay?” he asks.

  “My head is pounding. I need some ibuprofen,” I say softly. He gets up and walks into the bedroom, returning with a bottle of Motrin. He then goes into the kitchen, bringing out a bottle of mineral water and a glass. I open the bottle, spilling out a few tablets, pop them in my mouth while sipping the water, and swallow.

  Chase is the first man I have ever gone home with other than Evan. I need to make that clear. “Chase, we need to talk.”

  “Okay,” his curiosity is piqued.

  “Last night-” He cuts me off before I can finish.

  “Last night was amazing.” He pulls me into an intimate embrace.

  “Yes, it was. But . . . no . . . I-” He cuts me off again by covering my lips with his. Gah! I want this, but not right this second. I need to speak. I push on his chest, but he doesn’t budge. He’s like a brick wall. He takes my ponytail and tugs gently. A moan escapes from deep down in my throat. I’m being betrayed by my
body again!

  He releases me smiling. “You were saying?”

  “Um . . . I was saying . . . I . . .” I need to take a deep breath and compose myself. My wits are frazzled. “I have never gone home with someone on the first date.”

  He gazes down at me, his hands cupping my face. “I couldn’t help myself. There is this pull I feel any time I’m near you. You’re impossible to resist.”

  Impossible to resist? Me?

  “And I don’t do one night stands,” I state.

  “Who said anything about one night?”

  There is a knock at the door. Chase releases me smiling that enigmatic smile. “That would be our clothing.” He opens the door, and a gentleman in a suit is standing at the door holding several garment bags. Chase motions for him to enter. “Thank you for being so quick.”

  “Not a problem, Mr. Remington.” Stepping in, the courier places the garment bags over the dining room chairs. Chase unzips one of the bags, nods, and shows the gentleman in the suit the door.

  He hands me two bags. “I took the liberty of explaining you to Cheryl so I have no idea what’s in these bags.” He gives me an apologetic smile.

  Even though I know this is over the top, I’m thankful that I won’t have to walk around in a gown and high heels. I take the bags and go into the bedroom.

  Opening the first long garment bag, I find a pair of jeans and a Point d’esprit lace tee both by Valentino. In the smaller shopping bag, I find a pair of lace panties with a matching bra, and a pair of black crystal encrusted Valentino thong sandals. Wow. If I had gone shopping, I would have chosen something like this; although it would have been from the Gap, not from Bergdorf. Cheryl is good.

  Dressing quickly, I grab my purse and walk into the bathroom to try to do something with my wayward hair. The humidity from last night along with the hot shower put a wave in my blown out straight hair. I need a flat iron or blow dryer to restraighten it. I find a blow dryer, but looking at my hair in the mirror, I realize it’s too far gone to fix. There isn’t anything I can do about it now, so I gather it in my hands and place it back in a ponytail. I walk back out into the living area to find Chase missing. I can hear the shower running in the other bathroom. Other bathroom? I sit down and relax, letting the Motrin do its job. I put my head down on the arm of the couch and doze off.