Free To Murder Matt by Viveca Benoir

crossed her legs, they were slim, long and bronzed. He tried to ignore her rising breasts as she breathed. She spoke and her words melted into thin air.
    “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
    “I said a drink would be lovely, thank you.”
    He nodded and he watched in disbelief as her dress fell away to reveal her breasts as she bent forward to adjust the ankle strap on her shoe. His mind screamed in agony and frustration and his cock throbbed suddenly in his trousers. He looked away and went to pour her a drink. His hands were trembling, and his heart beating so fast, that his mouth had gone dry. She had that affect on him. No other woman could do this to him. She left him speechless like a young schoolboy at his first dance. Turning towards her again, he handed her a drink, and for a split second, his fingers brushed against hers, as he handed her the glass. He sat next to her, his pulse throbbing passionately, both in his head and his cock. He marveled at her perfection. He watched her, wondering what to say, but he didn’t want to speak, as he felt that whatever words he said would be wasted in that moment, and so he just looked at her and drank. His eyes were starting to take on the predatory stare that a lion would have for a gazelle.  She shivered and he sensed her discomfort.
    “Are you cold, my dear?” He moved towards her and she leant away from him, then she stood up and started to walk across the room. He followed her, his heart thumping loudly. He could see she was about to say something, even though her back was turned towards him. He didn’t want her to spoil the moment. She turned around and he saw surprise on her face before it turned to momentary fear. He watched her control her emotions. She stepped backwards as though he was standing too close, which he realized he was, and so he took a step back and he saw her relax.
    “When do the others get here?”
    “Anytime,” he lied. I have given them the time, but they may be late.”
    “Oh.”
    “No worry, we shall have to wait until they arrive.”
    She crossed the room and sat down again. He moved towards her and sat by her side as he had done before. He wanted to lean across, take her in his arms and smother her with kisses; to kiss along the length of her neck, to hear her moan with pleasure with each touch of his lips upon her skin.
    He looked down at his glass solely to have something to do. Looking at her was driving him crazy. The softness of the dress material that outlined every curve of her body, called for him to caress her. Her nipples begged for him to tenderly nibble at them. Her lips were made in heaven, just for him to kiss.
    “Oh forgive me,” he suddenly said. “Would you like a canapé whilst we wait?” He gestured to the small table with the tray of delicious looking canapés.  Veronique looked at the selection, suddenly realizing there were too few, for a formal soiree.
    “Captain, how many are coming this evening?”
    “Only a couple.”  He said noticing the suspicion on her face. “I didn’t want too many people here; in fact the other two are old family friends.”
    “Is this a social evening?”
    “Well, yes.”
    “Why didn’t you tell me? I thought this was work related. If this is informal, then it is not part of my duties on board.”
    “I wanted you to come this evening,” he said gently.
    “Did you not think to just ask me?” He refilled her glass as she spoke.
    “I thought about it, but I knew that if it were social you would most likely say no. Would you have come?”
    “Of course not!”
    “Well then, how am I supposed to ask you for a social evening then?”
    “Lying is not the way.” She stood up to leave suddenly, causing the contents of her wine glass to spill down her front.
    “No please.” He grabbed her arm. “Now you are here, surely you can stay a while. I won’t do this again, I won’t lie.” He released her arm and she shook her head.
    “No, my dress is ruined. I can’t stay