Mastered By My Guardian(10)

“Fuck, unchain me.”

Dazed by the intensity of the pleasure, she reached for his wrist.

“Now, damn it.”

Worry filled her as she released one wrist. His arm curled around her as she released the other.

“Have I displeased you, M—”

He spun her around and rammed her against the wall, knocking the breath from her.

“Fuck, I need you so bad,” he grated, his eyes filled with blazing desire.

Then he thrust deep into her. She gasped, then he drew out and thrust deep again, driving her against the cold, hard wall.

His lips found hers and his tongue drove deep as he thrust again. Pleasure swelled within her, and her intimate muscles gripped him as he drove in and out of her body. He grabbed her wrists and pushed them to the wall, holding her trapped.

“Tell me you want me,” he insisted, his cock driving deep again.

She nodded, trying to find her voice.

“Yes, I want you.” The words came out a hoarse whisper, then she whimpered as he drove deep again.

His lips captured hers again as he pumped deeper and harder. Joy rose in her.

“Tell me you love me.”

The intensity of the sensations… the joyful surge of emotion… His thick shaft drove into her, filling her with bliss.

“Tell me,” he insisted, his lips brushing her ear.

“I love you,” she murmured, barely aware of the words she uttered, then plummeted over the edge. She strained against his hold, an orgasm bursting through her. Filling her with a joy like no other. Deep. Intense.

Soul-shattering.

He thrust deep and groaned. The feel of him erupting inside her sent her head spinning and she wailed as another orgasm exploded inside her.

She leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder, as they both gasped for breath. After a moment, he lifted her into his arms and carried her upstairs.

* * *

The warm water of the shower washed over Chelsea’s body as Zane rubbed a bar of soap between his hands, then put it down and stroked over her body, washing her. His big hands moved over her breasts then down her stomach.

She simply watched him. His naked body so large and masculine seemed to fill the shower stall. She sighed as his sudsy hands glided over her like silk.

“Why did you tell me to say that?” she asked, the thing that had been bothering her finally breaking through to her consciousness.

“Say what?” His hands glided over her breasts again.

“Why did you tell me to say I love you?”

He stopped the distracting movement of his hands and straightened. “Because I wanted to hear you say it.” He cupped her chin and lifted her face, his clear blue gaze locked on hers. “I wanted you to know it’s true.”

Her stomach fluttered. He was so sure.

“But… you didn’t say it, too.”

His serious expression softened with his smile.

He slid his arm around her and drew her close. His lips brushed hers, lightly at first, then he deepened the kiss, claiming her mouth as completely as he’d claimed her heart.

“Of course I love you,” he murmured, then kissed her again, his tongue swirling in her mouth, making her knees grow weak.

Their lips parted and his deep blue eyes held her mesmerized.

“Do you really have any doubts?”

She could see it there in his eyes, shining bright. She shook her head.

He smiled. “Good.” Then he slapped her ass lightly. He picked up the soap and handed it to her, then stepped back. “Now you have some washing to do.”

She ran her gaze up and down his deliciously naked body. “But mine is such a bigger job than yours.”

He chuckled, his eyes glittering in amusement. But when she soaped up her hands and stroked down his chest, then wrapped both hands around his cock that glitter changed to something else. The flesh hardened in her hand and soon she knew he would back her against the wall and drive deep inside her.

* * *

Chelsea stepped from the gate into the boarding area, rolling her carry-on behind her. It had been a long flight from New York to San Diego and she was tired. She had to get a cab home and unpack, then catch up on her emails, but she just wanted to fall into bed. She sighed, already missing Zane. The memory of the kiss he’d given her as he’d bid her farewell at the airport still curled her toes. He’d promised he’d come to visit her soon but until then she’d be aching for him.

The security doors slid open as she approached and she walked into the busy terminal.

When she saw Bill waiting for her, she smiled.

“Hi. I didn’t expect you to pick me up.”

“It’s no problem. Did you have a good flight?” he asked as he walked with her to the baggage carousel.

“A little bumpy but other than that it was fine.”

The carousel was already turning, with several bags already being claimed by passengers. After a few moments, she saw her red bag glide down the ramp. She retrieved it then Bill took the handle and they walked through the airport together. When they finally reached his car, he loaded her luggage into his trunk and they both got in.

“Are you hungry?” he asked. “I thought we might go to dinner.”

“To tell you the truth, I’m beat. I just want to go home and go to sleep.” It was still early evening, but she was still on New York time.

“Okay.” He started the car and pulled out. “So how did your trip go? Did you talk about your company with your guardian?”

This morning at breakfast, Zane had made some interesting revelations. Like the fact that he had implemented many of the ideas she had suggested. In fact, he’d done them better than she’d thought possible. Her biggest concern had been environmental issues—making No Limits a greener company—but the suggestions she’d made hadn’t been practical. Zane had taken her ideas and sought out innovative solutions to accomplish the same goals.

If she had paid more attention to the reports he’d sent her over the past couple of years, she would have known he’d been trying to incorporate her ideas. In fact, he’d told her years ago that he would do what he could, but she’d taken that as a brush off. She’d become disheartened and decided it was better not to care than to fight.

“Zane and I did have some interesting discussions. He’s actually made some big steps toward making No Limits environmentally friendly.”

“That’s great.”

She glanced at Bill as he drove. Neither his face nor his voice convinced her he actually thought it was great.

“Do you have something on your mind?” she asked, concerned he was worried about some problem at work. “You seem preoccupied.”

“No.” He smiled, shooting a quick glance her way. “I’m glad you had a good visit. I’m just a bit surprised. I thought you and Zane didn’t get along, but then you spent the weekend with him and now it feels as if things are good between you.”

His concern surprised her, and disturbed her a little. She wasn’t sure why, but just a feeling. Was it because he sensed that her relationship with Zane had made a fundamental shift? Was it possible that the fact that she was in love with Zane showed all over her face? She wasn’t quite ready for the world to know. She was still getting used to the fact herself. But would Bill judge her?

Or was her niggling worry that he wanted to start a relationship with her actually true? Bill was a great guy, but she just didn’t think of him that way. If he had hoped for a romantic relationship, however, that could make for problems.

“Yes, things are a lot better between us. But don’t worry. I’m not about to abandon Quiet Thunder.”

He frowned. “No, of course not. I never thought you would.”

But for some reason, his words and his demeanor didn’t seem to match.

He pulled in front of her apartment and she got out. He fetched her luggage from the trunk.

“You sure about dinner? Even a coffee?” he asked as he rolled her suitcase to the door.

“No, I’m really beat.”

“Okay. Uh… just so you know… A board meeting has been called and it’s on for tomorrow afternoon.”

“What? Why didn’t I know about this?”

“It happened last week, but I thought you’d be back on Friday.” He shrugged. “I didn’t want to bother you on your weekend away.”

“What’s being discussed at the meeting?”

“We can talk about that tomorrow.”

She was about to protest, but he’d already turned to walk back to his car. She wasn’t happy that he’d withheld the information. He may have meant well, knowing she’d stress about it, but she didn’t like being kept in the dark.

When she finally reached her apartment, she dragged her luggage into the bedroom, then shed her clothes and climbed into bed. As tired as she was, though, sleep did not come. Even thoughts of Zane and the wonderful, life-changing weekend they’d spent together, wasn’t enough to distract her from the worry of this sudden meeting.

* * *

Chelsea walked into the office the next day a bit bleary-eyed. She hadn’t slept well and she was concerned.

“Where’s Bill?” she asked when she saw Sandy.

“He’s out at a meeting with a new client all morning.”

Chelsea frowned. “We were supposed to talk about the board meeting this afternoon. What can you tell me about it?”