“Chris,” she said, moaning. Her fingers sank into his hair, pulling on the strands.
“Tell me yes. You know you’ve been mine for a long time now.” He pulled her hands away from his head and stared into her eyes. Chris held her hands on top of the counter. His cock was deep inside her but not moving.
She struggled underneath him for a long time until finally she settled, looking at him.
“The answer is right in front of you.”
“You’re making this harder for me.”
“Because you’re fighting me for the wrong reasons.” He let out a sigh. If at any time he thought she was fighting him because she didn’t want him, he’d have left it alone. As it was, he knew she had feelings for him, possibly even loved him. She was fighting him because of their past and how she thought she couldn’t be with him. “If you don’t love me, tell me now. If you don’t want to spend the rest of your life with me, loving and caring for you, then walk away, Rachel. But I’m telling you now, you walk away, there’s no coming back.”
She gasped. “You’d cut me off like that?”
“Yes. I’m not into playing games or dealing with pathetic drama. This is my life as well as yours. Make your decision.” He withdrew from her body, mourning the feel of her instantly. “I’ll be waiting in my bedroom. You make that decision, and if it involves a future with me, then come to me. If not, get out.”
He stormed away going to his room. Chris pulled back the covers and seated himself against the pillows. He picked up the crime book from his stand, flicking through the pages. The minutes passed, and when he thought he couldn’t stand it any longer, Rachel stood in the door way.
She looked nervous, and all he wanted to do was wrap her in his arms and hold her.
“I don’t want to leave you. You’re right. I do have feelings for you, and they might be love.” She stopped to look at her feet. “I don’t know what they are, but I do know when I’m with you, I feel alive. You make me feel alive, and I never want to lose what that feels like.”
Rachel took another step into the room.
“This is it, Rachel. You’ll be mine.”
“I’ll learn to deal with everything. I promise.”
“Good.” Pushing the blanket off his lap, he tapped the bed. “Come here.” She walked by his side and made to climb in beside him.
He shook his head. “Straddle me.”
She hesitated for a second. Chris waited, and then she settled over him, straddling his hips. Gripping his shaft, he eased his way back inside her. His cock hadn’t gone down from being inside her. Around Rachel, he was in a constant state of arousal.
Their moans mingled on the air.
“What happens now?” she asked.
“You move in with me.”
Cupping her back, he went down to grip her ass, groaning as he did. She was so snug, and he couldn’t wait to explore everything with her. Rachel wouldn’t get just a part of him. She’d get everything he hid from Claire.
“I have to move in here?”
“Yes, you’ll quit your job.”
She nodded.
“And then we’re going to see where this leads.” For him it was going to lead down the aisle with a ring on her finger.
“Okay, I can handle that.”
“Good,” he said, sinking his fingers into her hair. “Now I’m going to make love to you for the rest of the night.”
Chapter Seven
Rachel stared down at Chris’s sleeping form. She’d wiggled her way out from underneath him, taken a shower, and changed into a pair of spare clothes he kept in her room. Over the years she’d collected quite a few clothes in his apartment. Tucking some of her brown hair behind her ear, she walked out of the bedroom. Last night had been pretty surreal to her.
Yes, she’d been in love with him for a long time. Was it the kind of love a man and woman should have for each other? She’d never been in love with a man before and had nothing to compare it to.
Leaving the room, she grabbed a scarf, some gloves, and a hat along with her coat and made her way out of his apartment. She passed a couple kissing, and she smiled at them, not recognizing either person. In the elevator, she folded her arms, trying to figure everything out in her mind.
Chris was a dominant man without the whole BDSM stuff. She knew about it because of the hype surrounding that kind of literature at the moment. Her curiosity had gotten the better of her once before, and she’d bought plenty of fiction books about it. Chris was not into spanking or domination like that. He was simply the guy in their relationship.
Relationship? She couldn’t help but chuckle to herself about that. Wow, her life had taken a huge turn.