His eyes return to mine, but before he can speak another word or offer some explanation or delve too deeply into those early days, I decide to kiss him. Swiftly, I take his mouth, and when our mouths part, I whisper, “Okay, but, I’m really nervous.”
“Aren’t you always?” The smirk has returned.
He doesn’t wait for my answer before his mouth moves to my neck, where he gently nibbles and kisses his way along my collarbone. Intimate is an understatement. His deep breathing as he works his way around my neck is all the evidence I need of his want for me. When he moves farther down to my breasts, my breath starts to shudder, and my muscles start to twitch. He kisses trails across my breasts, avoiding my nipples, and at long last, when he finally pulls one nipple harshly and deeply into his mouth, I gasp and groan at the sudden intense sensation that radiates down to my groin. My other nipple is equally eager for his attention, and he leaves them both glistening from his mouth before moving farther down.
At my stomach, his fingers start to gently caress their way across my body, so feather light that the tickle has my stomach muscles clenching and quivering. He’s watching my eyes, his incredible, dark eyes taking in every reaction I have. I feel beautiful, held strongly in his gaze. He’s giving me every last ounce of reassurance I haven’t been sullied and destroyed by my choices. The realization that my self-hatred and loathing will never come from him, but only from me, is sobering. He’s not my enemy, and I have nothing to fear from this man. I continue to look into his eyes, and I give myself over completely to his wishes.
He seems to see this shift in me instantly, as he whispers, “Okay?” and waits for my final approval. I nod, never taking my eyes from his. At the first touch of his lips on my lower abdomen, right above my pubic hairline, I still, not breathing, not moving a muscle. He inhales deeply with his nose to my sex, and I wait in desperation for more touch. He gives it. His fingers gently part the lips of my vagina, and he looks intently and closely at my body. He reaches another finger to the slick, wet folds, and strokes gently, still studying every last contour of my body. With one final look to my eyes, he lowers his mouth to me, and when his lips seal against my pussy, I gasp. His tongue starts to move over my skin, tasting my wetness. When his tongue finds my tight nub, he focuses all of his attention on that one place.
My hips are writhing beneath his mouth, but he holds tight to me, never separating his mouth from my body. My climax is building, and my body is coming unglued as his mouth and tongue continue to work on my body. The sensation is more incredible than I could have imagined. It is the combination of warmth and an itch that begs to be satisfied. My orgasm will relieve the mounting tension, but as it continues to build with every touch to the most sensitive bundle of nerves in my body, he pulls away, leaving me gasping and desperate. I want to pull his mouth back to my body, and I realize that my fear was easily set aside for the amazing pleasure of this act.
His lips are glistening with my wetness, and I’m nearly ready to beg him for my release when he reaches his hand to me once again. His eyes study mine as he slides one deliciously long finger within my wet hole. He fucks me gently, now focusing his eyes on my penetration, and as he adds a finger and continues to watch, his lips part, and he starts to lick them unconsciously. He does want to taste me.
As I watch his tongue pass over his lips once more, I finally give in to the pleas that have been ringing out in my mind, and I speak, or more like beg. “Please, Derek.” My voice sounds as pleading as my words, and he wastes no time latching himself to me once again.
His fingers continue to invade my tight sheath as I contract around him. His mouth has found my clitoris again, and he pulls, sucking it into his mouth. He’s gentle, but firm and unrelenting, and as he runs the tip of his tongue over the tight nub held securely in his mouth, I lose my mind.
I come loudly and harshly as my stomach muscles contract in on themselves, and as I utter the very same words that a mere month ago sparked a backlash that haunted me for weeks after, I can see easily that this time there will be no such reprisal. “Oh God, Derek.”
He moves up my body, his own arousal still straining against his jeans, and when he leans toward my mouth, he speaks in a husky voice. “God, I love the sound of my name on your lips when you come.”
He kisses me gently. I taste my own subtle musky scent, and it makes me crave his body all the more. Having been so completely satisfied by him leaves only one desire in my mind, to completely satisfy him. When I reach for his waist, he stays my hands, and with one final quick kiss to the tip of my nose, he says, “Dinner first.”
Dinner? Well, ain’t that a bunch of bullshit! Who can eat at a time like this? Apparently Derek can, and he pulls me swiftly from the bed to his arms. My clothes are still out on the deck, but as I pull toward the sliding wall of windows to retrieve them, he pulls me back to him with a shake of the head. I guess I’ll be cooking sans clothes.
Chapter 20
I find out soon enough that my help really isn’t needed in the kitchen. I’m apparently just ornamental. Derek can cook. He can drive. And apparently he can design homes. I wonder what else this man can do. Can he vacuum? Can he clean? Can he mow a lawn? He suddenly seems so normal, impressive of course, but normal and very human. I wonder if he can care. Can he love? He can desire me; that I no longer question. But love… Could I ever love him for that matter? And quite frankly, don’t I already? He intrigues me, without a doubt. He scares me at times, but with every passing day, I realize my fears have been misplaced. He pleasures me, duh. His concern for me makes my heart melt. His abject fear for my safety, likewise. And don’t I carry the same worries for him? The pain that Mr. Grayson has caused us both is shared between us. I as much felt Derek’s pain as my own on the evening we were forced to spend with him. Aren’t we here now to protect one another from the very same threat? So what is our connection? Mere desire doesn’t cause a desperate need to protect another. So why do we fear for one another so very much?
His arms wrap gently around me as his body moves in to close out any space between us. I’m standing naked, facing the kitchen counter and the window beyond, and his body is covering every inch of my backside. He’s taken his clothes off. I can feel the long, hard length of his cock against my back, and I wonder just how long I’ve been daydreaming with my eyes staring blankly out the window to have missed him stripping naked in the kitchen.
His mouth moves to my ear, and his tongue gently flicks the lobe of my ear. “Time to eat.”
Sadly, he really does mean food, and as I sit, I see that not only can he cook, he can cook well. He’s made chicken of some sort that has been breaded, baked, and then cut over a pasta dish with tomatoes and basil. It is delicious, and could I keep my eyes on my plate and not on him, I could likely have gotten through the meal far sooner. As it is, my body is screaming for him. I can feel my wet warmth against the hard surface of the chair. The chair is cool to my skin, and it exhilarates my body. Judging by Derek’s own dark and watchful eyes, he’s struggling with his own composure as well, and the moment our meal is finished, he pulls me by the hand to kneel in front of his chair. Within moments, he’s filling my mouth with his cock.
His hips flex upward to my mouth as I try desperately to accommodate his breadth. He tastes so very Derek, and I’m ravenously hungry for him. I want him in every way I can take him. I need him to wipe out every disturbing memory from the night before, and replace them with his own touch, taste, and kiss. I have only this time with him because, come tomorrow, I will once again be off-limits to him as I ready myself for another stranger that will use my body. I can’t stand the thought of missing one single moment with Derek tonight.