Chapter Twelve
Bree woke up and stretched, a smile playing on her lips, as for one moment she blissfully forgot about the night before. She stretched her arms out and came into contact with solid muscles. She slowly turned her head and found herself staring into the piercing blue eyes of Chad.
She blinked, momentarily disoriented by the mesmerizing quality of his baby blues with thick black lashes. But as she leaned forward, the night's events came flooding back and her body tensed. How could she have forgotten, even for a moment?
Chad didn't say anything as she sat up. Bree slipped from the bed and padded over to the bathroom, quietly shutting the door behind her. She leaned her head against it, taking a few deep breaths.
She just needed a hot shower and a few minutes alone to put her thoughts in order. She nearly laughed at that idea, considering she'd love to have a slate of memories, instead of just the few new ones she'd obtained since waking in the hospital.
She climbed under the pulsing shower spray and it felt as if the water washed her worries down the drain. It was almost ironic how a nice shower could cleanse her mind and body. She stayed in long enough that she knew Chad would be getting worried, but she couldn't seem to drag herself out.
When she eventually climbed out and brushed her teeth in the steam filled room, she was grateful the mirror was fogged and she didn't have to look at her reflection. She was sure her face was gaunt, with dark circles underneath her eyes. It was a good thing Chad was too much of a gentleman to say anything about it.
Bree stepped out the door and found Chad lying in the same spot she'd left him. He watched her enter the room in his oversized robe she'd found hanging on the back of the door. She felt her spirits lift from the way his eyes narrowed in desire. It made her feel like a wanton woman instead of just a victim.
She walked toward the bed, her heart accelerating the closer she got to him. She wanted his hands all over her. She wanted answers about the night before, but her body needed him more. They could always talk later – hopefully, much later.
She leaned down - noticing his eyes never left her. They explored the opening of the robe, where only a hint of cle**age showed, then moved down to catch glimpses of her legs as they peaked out from the bottom of the oversized garment, exploring every inch of her.
He suddenly moved, causing her to tumble down on top of him. He didn't hesitate in kissing her. He was rough with urgency as he worked his fingers into her wet strands of hair, using it to pull her closer.
He quickly twisted their bodies so he was on top of her – trapping her beneath his solid mass of muscles as he continued to ravage her mouth. She reached up and gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh, overwhelmed by the desire consuming her.
There was an urgency in their lovemaking, as if they both felt they wouldn't survive if they couldn't join together. It felt dangerous, hot and explosive – and she wanted more.
She moved her hands down his back, scraping along his flesh as she reached for his bare ass. She gripped him, pulling him into the heat of her thighs as she pushed against him.
He moved back a few inches to tear open the robe so they could touch – flesh to flesh. His pulsing erection was cradled at the heart of her, but not penetrating. She jerked her hips, hoping he'd take the hint and bury himself deep inside her more than ready body.
Still, he only rocked his hips, sliding his solid flesh along the outside of her aching core. He brushed against her, causing her to cry out in both pain and pleasure.
"Take me," she demanded as she pulled her lips from his. He gave her a wicked smile and gave the slightest nod of his head, denying her.
Bree glared at him, her body on fire, needing completion. His touch was making her crazy.
She bent her head to his shoulder and nipped his skin, making him lean back and smile again. He thought he had all the power, but after a full day of lovemaking, she knew how to bring him to his knees.
She ran her tongue along his throat, before moving down his neck, causing him to arch up as he enjoyed the sensation of her exploring mouth. She circled his chest and took his nipple into her mouth and gently bit down, causing his stomach to shake.
When he was putty in her hands, she easily pushed him over to his back, then didn't waste any time climbing on his upper thighs. She looked down into his lust filled eyes before she bent and kissed him again. Her lips ached to taste him while mating their tongues together.
He placed his hands on her hips, pulling her to him, trying to rub his manhood against her heat.
Finally!
She sat up, moving her hips forward so his swollen head was at her opening. Slowly, never taking her eyes from his, she slid down his hard staff, nearly exploding as he filled her up.