Overlooked(2)(51)
With her cheek still cupped, I say, “I would do anything for you. Don’t ever doubt me or doubt my feelings about you again.”
“Never. I’m sorry.”
“I don’t need sorries.”
Her soft lips quiver, and I give them a quick kiss.
“You promise to stop resisting me?”
“I promise.”
“So you’ll do the tit drawing?”
“Stop it,” she says, laughing.
“Fine. I like them better in person anyhow.” I slide my hand from her back, up her side, between our bodies, and cup her breast.
“I’m sorry I ever doubted you. I can’t believe everything you’ve done for me.”
“What did I tell you about sorries?”
“Okay, this isn’t a sorry but I need to say it out loud: You promoted my art, you’ve offered me the most amazing commission ever, and you’ve given me my parents back. Thank you. That’s what this is, a thank you.”
“The only thanks I want is you.”
Her eyes flitter around in exasperation, moving from her body to mine, my arm around her waist, my other hand on her breast.
She smiles and says, “It looks like you have that, from where I’m standing.”
“You don’t hate me because I’m rich?” I give her a quick kiss.
“No chance.”
“And you see how much you belong in my world?”
“Uh-huh.” I give her another quick kiss.
“Good, because you are my world.” It’s true. With Skye, I’ve felt complete for the first time in my life. Before her, I didn’t know what being in love was. When she turned on me, ripping that feeling away, it left me hurting more because I knew what I’ve been missing.
Skye’s chin quivers, and for a moment I worry she’s going to start crying again.
She swallows and says, “Do you know you’re the only thing ever that’s more powerful in my life than my paintings?”
“What?”
“I mean, normally I spend every waking second thinking about them, but now with you in my life, I spend a lot of time not thinking about them.”
“Does that mean your quality’s going to drop? Because, as your client, I demand the best from you.”
“Oh, you’ll get my best all right. But it might take longer if you keep distracting me.”
“I can deal with that, distracting you is my favorite thing.”
“Mine too.”
Her phone rings again, but she ignores it. It might be her parents again, trying to speak to her instead of leaving another voicemail.
“Do you want to call your mom back?”
“Yes, but later. I’m not ready to talk to her just yet.”
“Why? I kind of expected you to spend the rest of the day on the phone with your parents.”
“I’d rather talk to you right now.”
I raise my eyebrow. “Talk?”
Skye’s head tilts back in a devilish laugh. “No, not talk.”
Get a Room
(Skye)
The only thing I want to do right now is feel Lawson’s arms around me. I need to press my body against his and let his warmth fill my soul.
There’s no need for me to sort out my thoughts, because everything is crystal clear. I can no longer suppress my desire to be in his arms, because in his arms is exactly where I belong.
Just hearing my mother’s voice made me happy, but hearing her say my father and her are proud of me flooded me with joy. He gave me my parents’ approval.
Lawson’s mouth crashes against mine, and the hand that’s been resting on my breast squeezes.
Even as I kiss him back, I choke back tears. My emotions are still spinning at a high velocity, but this time there’s only two of them: lust and love. Yes, even though I’ve never experienced it before, this intense emotion that has crushed everything else can only be love.
Not only will I never doubt Lawson again, I’ll never doubt myself again either.
He’s proven to me that I am a good artist. A great one, even. I’d wanted to give up. I’d been on the verge of throwing away my dream and quitting to become a waitress.
Now Lawson’s given me my dream back. And I have my dream man to go along with it.
He presses against my back to hold me close. His dick is rock hard as he grinds it against me, I love what I do to him. I love what he does to me. I close my eyes and shiver at the thought.
My heightened emotions have all morphed together into a raging ball of lust. As if a switch has been turned on, my panties are drenched already.
I pull my lips from his and say, “Take me home.”
“Can’t you feel how fucking hard you’ve made me? The only place I’m taking you is here.”
He flips up the skirt of my dress and grabs my ass cheek. My eyes blaze in response to his words and touch.