Then There Was You(89)

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to shut something out and kept talking, “I can’t stop myself from having feelings for you. Believe me, I tried. This life I lead is complicated. It can get messy sometimes. I don’t want to drag you along in this glass aquarium I live in, where the public keeps their nose pressed against it, watching my every move.” He pulled away and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the door. I wondered if he was thinking about leaving because he looked like he might bolt at any minute.

I gulped, wondering what I could say to make him stay. But the instant I opened my mouth to speak, he was in my face, pushing me back against the bed. I stared up at him, wide-eyed, fighting back the emotions that were pulling at my heart. His face was inches from mine as he hovered over me. I felt small under the strength of his masculinity. He stared at me, pupils dilated. The look on his face was desperate, hungry. Swallowing hard, he glanced at my lips. His voice low, he rasped, “But, I can’t help it. I find myself falling harder and faster every day. I want you, Salem. I want you. I need you. And everything in between.”

My stomach quaked the instant the words left his mouth. From want. From need. From fear. Taking a deep breath, I whispered in the darkness. “I want you too, Chris. I want everything you want.”

And there it was. The truth. Raw and real. Laid out for both of us to see. Basking in the moment, we soaked in the hard truth we’d both been denying for months. We stared at each other, knowing how wrong it looked, but how right it felt.

With that admission, Chris pulled his shirt over his head and tossed the long-sleeve Henley to the floor. He lay beside me, pressing his body against mine. The warmth of his skin radiated through my thin cotton shirt. We laid quietly in the darkness, as he softly grazed his fingers down my side. My breath hitched as he brushed the edge of my breast. Chris stared down at me with a look of intensity, fully aware of what he was doing to me.

He tugged at the hem of my shirt. I raised my arms above my head as he slipped it off, tossing it in the floor with his. He took his time unhooking my bra and sliding it off, staring at me with amazement. I felt exposed, but completely at ease. I felt so at peace with everything about Chris, that I trusted him fully. He didn’t make me feel old, ashamed, or wrong. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

Leaving a trail of gentle kisses from my shoulder to navel, he worked his way down my body. Every nerve ending from my head to my toe ignited. Each tiny peck of his lips on my skin sent bursting shockwaves billowing through my core.

His fingers slid themselves between the waistband of my pants and my skin. Everything deep within pulsed with desire at the stroke of his fingers across my belly. Sliding them down, he slipped my pants off and tossed them down rest of the heap of our clothes. I carefully reached for the button of his jeans and accidentally brushed against the stiff bulge of his pants. “Oh fuck,” he groaned with pleasure.

I tugged the button of his pants free and unzipped the fly. He slid them off quickly, removing a small packet from his wallet and flicking it onto the nightstand beside us. The outline of everything he kept under those briefs drove me wild as he positioned himself between my legs. The only thing separating us was the thin cotton of my panties and the slick polyester of his boxer briefs.

I thrust myself against him, unable to contain my yearning for him. “Mmmm,” I hummed. The vibration of my chest against his radiated through us, causing an intense throb of his erection against the heightened and overly sensitive crux between my legs.

“Damn,” he breathed. Suddenly, he crashed his lips against mine, caving into his ravenous appetite.

I kissed him back, alternating between sucking his tongue and biting his lip, feeling just as thirsty for that pleasurable release as he was. He clutched me, pulling me toward him, pressing himself into me. I felt the frenzy deep within that I knew he was withholding. I pushed the waistband of his boxer briefs down the length of his body, exposing him entirely. Pleasantly surprised, I slowly slid my hand down toward the throbbing ache of his own desire, grasping him softly in my hand. He released a sensual, ragged breath, grinding his hips eagerly toward the feel my fingers on his sensitive skin. He slid my panties off and tossed them onto the floor with the rest of our clothes. Reaching for the packet, I ripped it open and carefully rolled the condom down his length. I leaned toward him, welcoming his gentle, but ravenous kiss. The sensation he felt as I hungrily nipped at his lip was enough to cause him to groan with pleasure.

Running my hands up his chest and into his hair, I tangled my fingers into his brown, messy locks. A gentle tug from me was all it took. His lips crashed into mine, taking my breath away. Hot, lustful need took over our bodies as we continued to grind ourselves against each other. A frenzy of kisses and touches ensued, and before long I was completely straddling him. Slick with excitement, I felt a quick burst of pleasure pulsate through my body, fully aware of what came next.