My Insatiable Match

…Joshua POV…

Tortured bliss is what I felt as she ran circles through my mind last night as I sought the comfort of my bed. Never has one woman consumed my dreams in total ecstasy. I could feel her delicate fingers running down my sculpted chest as she laid spread over my body. In nothing but red lace, she filled the empty space that is now only meant for her. Even though my hands had the desire, I left her untouched. I want to take my time with her; I want to feel her presence and let her linger until she begs.

Somehow I think that it is me that is going to do the begging. I will count the seconds as I patiently wait to explore her body and soul.

So with what can only be described as endless hours, I have been counting the seconds as they crawled in anticipation, I find myself waiting for her. I have never felt so much nervousness creep up my spine. My heart will simply fall into an abyss if she refuses me. But even if she does, I will not give up until I have her in my arms. She has become my now, my present; she is the driving force that will determine what I do next.

And next is me that is scanning the floor from one blonde to the other. There is no sight of her, not even a glimpse. Will disappointment be the feeling that shall define my evening? I do not even wish to have any of these other women to look in my direction.

Then as I rise from my seat, it is when I see her. She is between the crowd swaying her body as the music takes her away to a place where there is nothing but the pleasure teasing your senses. It does not seem like she has any intention to come to me even after I pleaded like a hungry man.

So I find myself moving into the crowd. I sneak up from behind and wrap my arms around her waist. In an instant, she spins on her heels and faces me.

“Oh, look, it is Mr. Hamilton. Now to what do I owe this displeasure?”

“I came to help you find your way.”

“My way? I guess you are referring to me sitting with you in between all of that,” she says as she points to the group of women that surrounded me only but a moment ago.

“They mean nothing to me; they are just a solution to a problem. A problem which I do not hold for any of them.”

“Well,” she cocks her head with a sneaky smile. “You can go surround yourself with them and find a solution.”

I grab hold of her waist once again and pull her deep against the tightness of my body. And there it is, that scent that she carries so well. I take a lock of her hair and twirl it around my finger, yet another scent to pleasure all my senses.

I nip at my bottom lip and slowly whisper, “Does your entire body smell so intoxicating?”

“Well, Mr. Hamilton, there is only one way that you will ever know.”

I love every single rejection that she throws in my path; it only fuels my determination. A determination that gently nudges her chin between my fingers. And if all at once, she stops breathing and the crowd disappears, it is her and me alone.

Slowly with each breath, with each inch of a second, I pull her deep cherry lips closer to mine. She splays her hand against my chest, intending to push me away, but she lets it rest against my pounding heart. As she studies my eyes, I reflect back into hers; there are so many emotions swirling around in them.

“Joshua, please don’.”

“Then will you come to sit with me?”

Just then, she steps back and leaves my body cold. I reach out to pull her close; I want to feel the raging fire between us.

“Veronica, let us go discuss the terms of this arrangement then.”

…Veronica POV…

With one confident smile on my face that can barely hold it, we make our way upstairs away from the crowd. Now, this cat and mouse game with Joshua seems is becoming a regular thing; I do hope for his sake he is not bluffing. But what else is becoming regular are these tingles of pleasure I feel every time I lay my eyes on him.

And god, laying them on him is now earning me absolutely frustrated. Now, this is done for only two reasons, the goddamn tight jeans and the even tighter ass. He is sending my heart racing. This man with his messy brown hair and deep brown eyes is nothing but a sin.

Joshua Hamilton knows what he does to a woman, and, god does he use it. But Veronica James knows what she is doing to him, and I am going to play it for as much and as long as I can. He will not get the upper hand on me.

I finally have him within my grasp. I have to be very careful with what I demand. I don’t know what his limit is or what his experience is. Let us see how far I can push him.

"What are your terms, Mr. Hamilton?"

"I have not given that much thought."

"Then why are you in agreement."

"Honestly, I don’t know Veronica. I don’t think my father deserves you."

"So you want to prove to yourself that you are right in saying so?"

"I guess so."

"I would have thought you would be more confident about yourself, Joshua."

"Here it is. I think you are the most gorgeous women I have ever laid my eyes on. I know your reputation. I know what I probably will mean to you. Regardless I still want you. I have never been so frustrated or hard for any one woman in my life."

"I only have three rules, Mr. Hamilton. I don’t make love. I don’t cuddle. I don’t kiss."