Finding YOU Finding ME (You & Me Trilogy Book 2)

by Kailin Gow

  “Sam,” he whispered into my ears. He held me for a while more before he abruptly pulled away from me. “Thank God you look alright.” He looked me up and down, his eyes burning as he perused every inch of me. “Now, if we can get you out of here and to someplace where we can be alone, I’ll be able to check you out further to see how you really are.”

  I could see the worry in his face give way to another feeling immediately as his lips curled slightly at the corners into a wicked sexy smile. “Let’s start with dinner, and then we can have dessert. But first…” he led me to where Gail stood at her door, watching us.

  “Gail,” he said respectfully, “I’m taking Sam out for dinner, and if you need her tonight…”

  Gail shook her head. “Nah, you go and take the night off. Sam deserves a break once in a while, and I’m just glad to see how happy she looks right now.”

  I looked happy? I wasn’t sure about that, as confused as I was looking into Collins’ beautiful blue eyes, and filled with reservations.

  “It’ll do Mr. McGregor some good, too,” Gail said before she nodded and headed back into her office.

  My eyes followed her retreating back until she was out of sight, and then I looked questioningly at Collins. What did Gail know about Collins to make her say that?

  Collins smiled a big Cheshire Cat smile that made my heart thump loudly in my ears. It was boyish, sexy, and adorable at the same time. He took my hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing the knuckles. “Whatever Gail recommends, I won’t refute her,” he said with a grin.

  I cocked my eyebrows and tilted my head to look at Collins more carefully. There was nothing there on him…no substance, no magic, nothing but just Collins’ sexy charm. Even if he just met Gail, I was sure he would have charmed the pants off of her, but something told me he and Gail did not just meet. Maybe they knew each other and Gail was so encouraging and nice to him because of the scholarship he donated to Sawyer House a while back. Maybe Gail knew of Collins because he was in all the society magazines as the most eligible bachelor, and she used to know people in that circle because of her private practice as a psychiatrist. Whatever it was, I was curious, but I didn’t have the time to get into it as Vincent swept Collins and me quickly out of Sawyer House and into Collins’ long black limo with the privacy panel separating Vincent from the backseat where Collins sat next to me.

  As soon as we were seated and Vincent had started the limo, moving it smoothly through traffic, Collins pulled me into his lap, reaching out to cup my face in his large hands before his mouth crushed down onto mine in a searingly hungry kiss. My mouth responded to his, kiss for kiss, starving to taste every inch of his mouth.

  When our tongues touched, I felt myself moan and press closer to him, wanting to shift my position so that my rear end wasn’t bumping up and rubbing against his hard arousal.

  “Sam,” he groaned, as I shifted again, brushing against him as I turn to sit facing him, my legs now straddling him, “I missed this, I miss you so much, but if you don’t stop squirming against me, rubbing against me like that, I don’t think we can make it to dinner.”

  I kissed him and said, “do we have to eat dinner?”

  Collins laughed then, a deep velvety laugh that made my stomach flip. Even his laugh made me want him more. “No, we have to go to this dinner. I made a promise.”

  A promise? I pulled my mouth away from his for a while and looked up at him, my eyes questioning him.

  His eyes looked into mine, softening and then filled with a look of adoration. “Baby,” he said, “Don’t worry about it. It’s a promise I made to the person we’re meeting.”

  “We have company?” I asked. When did Collins ever take me out for dinner to meet with other people?

  “Yes,” Collins said. “In order for me and you to work, in order for us to really have a functioning relationship, Sam, we’ll have to do this.”

  I took a deep breath and exhaled. Before this moment, when it came to Collins McGregor, I had only thought with my wanton irrational side, my Lola, as I called her. She was the one who made me toss caution to the wind and jump head first questions later into my forbidden relationship with billionaire bad boy Collins McGregor, as scandalizing as it seemed for the chaste virginal Pastor’s daughter to carrying on a relationship with one of America’s most eligible and most rumored about billionaire bachelor.

  Collins kissed me on the temple and sat me down next to him, readjusting the front of his pants. “As much as I want to go through with what we started right here until we’re both naked, sweaty, and pounding each other in every which way space will permit in this backseat; we have to stop.”

  I blushed, thinking of the very image he painted just now, and gulped, wondering if it was possible to do some of the things I’ve seen him do in his tapes, within the space of the backseat. Just remembering how he looked when he was writhing in ecstasy and how his face looked as he found his release, made my mouth watered as I stared at his lips, his mouth, and his eyes. “Collins,” I whispered hoarsely, “I’m not prepared to meet someone for dinner right now, not the way I’m dressed, and especially not the way I feel…”

  “You’re dressed fine, and believe me, the person we’re meeting wouldn’t mind knowing how you’re feeling right now.”

  I gulped. I knew Collins was into certain kinds of alternative or even kinky acts, but I didn’t think he would bring someone else into it. “Um, Collins, I’m not sure…”

  His large hands slipped up my thighs and started kneading my skin in a luxuriously slow circle, dangerously close to my inner thigh. Inches from where my body was heated up, waiting for his touch. “Relax,” Collins said softly, barely a whisper. “It’s just a dinner meeting, and afterwards, we’ll see what comes of it.”

  “But,” I started to protest. “I just want to be with you. You alone. I’ve waited so long to see you again, and I even,” I took a deep breath. I couldn’t believe I felt so emotional about this, so young and naïve. Didn’t I know what I was getting into when it came to Collins McGregor and his dark needs?

  Collins smiled widely then and he leaned over to tenderly kiss me on the lips. “You will,” he said. He squeezed my thigh then and beamed. “I’m proud of your progress, Sam. Months ago, you wouldn’t even admit to wanting to be touched, you wouldn’t even want me to undress you completely. Now…”

  I blushed, looking down, and acknowledging the truth with what he said. I couldn’t get past a certain point in our relationship without breaking down into traumatizing paralyzing fear. Now… “It’s because I’ve watched you,” I said. “In your tapes. I’ve seen what you’ve done and are capable of doing. I can anticipate it, Collins. In some strange bizarre way, because I know and can expect what is your next move, for some reason, it makes me…um…not scared.” I can feel my face burning red and my ears heating up. “I want to experience those same things with you, Collins. I’ve never wanted anything more.”

  Collins’ palm gently touched my cheeks, and when I turned my face up to look at him, I can see tears in his eyes. “Sam,” he said. “You don’t know how much this means to me.” He cupped my face in both his hands and planted kisses on my lips, my cheeks, my eyelids, and my forehead. “My Sammy, my girl…I thought I lost you, were losing you when we came so close to becoming more, but thank goodness, I was wrong.” He kissed me fully on the lips again, and this time, I can feel my cheeks wet, as his hot mouth devoured mine. When he pulled back, I thought it was his tears I was feeling against my cheeks, but realized when I can see his face more clearly and how dry his cheeks looked, that the tears I thought were his, had really been my own.

  Chapter 5

  “It didn’t take long for us to reach where we were going for dinner. Vincent pulled up to the entrance of a tall modern glass and steel building located about 20 minutes from Sawyer House, and came around to open my door.

  Collins joined me, took my arm, and walked me to the double glass doors leading into the building. The lobby had an
impressive water garden, but other than that, it appeared to be occupied by professional offices, not restaurants.

  “Collins,” I said, “where’s the restaurant?”

  Collins licked his lips nervously and said, “Um, actually, we’re not here for the restaurant.”

  I stopped walking and stood facing him. “Then where are we going?”

  “Remember I said we needed to meet someone in order for us to have this relationship? In order to try to make it work?”

  “I thought we were meeting them for dinner,” I said.

  “We were, we are, but first, we have to meet them here.”

  “Why?” I asked.

  Collins let out an exasperated breath and said, “You sure have a lot of questions all of a sudden, Sweetie.” He pulled me in and kissed me on the lips, a soft, but firm reassuring kiss that hinted at something a lot sexier and wild to come. “Just trust me, Sam, meeting this person before dinner, will be worth it.”

  “Worth it, huh?” I teased, stepping up to him and nearly plastering myself to him.

  There were a few people in the lobby, but I didn’t care. If Collins wanted to play some kind of game with me, then I’ll play it right back at him. If he wanted to be secretive about this whole thing, especially when it came to something involving us, then I can keep things from him, too.

  “Sam,” Collins said, peeling my arms off of his shoulders and setting me chastely in front of him so he can lead me to the elevators. “I don’t want to keep anything from you, but under the circumstances, this has to be an as-you-know situation. And it’s nothing to worry about.” He kissed my forehead again and said against my cheeks, “Please, Sam, trust me. I need to get your trust on this. I need to know that you can have some kind of faith in me and our relationship.”

  Collins was serious then, and his beautiful blue eyes held my hazel ones, directly and intensely, strong, but pleadingly soft at once. My heart went out to him, seeing how he was suddenly so nervous, he was uncharacteristically quiet. He licked his lips again, and I realized he was waiting for me to make the first move.

  I gently reached out for his hand and held onto it with mine and said, “Come on, then. Don’t want to keep our guest waiting.”

  Collins nodded, leading me to the elevators.

  Once inside the elevator, Collins pressed the button for the top floor. We stared at each other as the elevator door closed, noting that there was no one else in the elevator besides us. We still had our hands together, and as soon as the doors closed, Collins’ hands left mine and traveled to the back of my waist. With one single lift, he had me against the wall of the elevator, my legs straddled around his waist before he crashed his mouth hungrily over mine. His hands roamed around my back, while he held me in place with his weight, and stroked my tongue with his. His need for me was so intense, and my need to have him fill me, made me tighten my legs around him while I tried to untie his tie and unbutton his white shirt.

  I wanted to open up his shirt and kiss the beautifully golden warm skin of his throat and then his smooth bare chest. I wanted to run my hands all over his muscular chest and down to his rock hard abs, down his pelvic V, and further so I can feel how much he wanted me. Pressed against me so tightly against the wall, I could feel him, pulsing against me, enlarged with need. “Sam,” he breathed into my mouth. “I want to fuck you so badly, I’m thinking of holding off on this meeting.”

  “Hmmm,” I said, still kissing his lips and then sucking hard on his tongue. It was instinctual, and I just knew I wanted to taste him and please him in any and every physical way I could offer.

  I continued sucking on his tongue until he groaned, and nearly dropped me as a shiver went through both of us. “What. Do. You. Want?” he said between heavy panting and kissing.

  “Don’t we have to meet them in order to move forward?” I asked coyly, my mind consumed with all thoughts of how to get Collins’ shirt and pants off, rather than talk about meetings and appointments.

  “Yes,” Collins said. “We have to, but I get the feeling…” He hesitated for a while before slamming down his head into my chest and began kissing the top of my breasts at my cleavage. His hand snaked in underneath my shirt and lifted my bra up so that now his fingers were rubbing my nipples back and forth.

  “Collins,” I purred, almost losing it. “When did we have to meet…”

  I stopped as he lifted up my shirt, baring my breasts to the air, and tugged one of my breasts into his mouth where he used his tongue to nip and lick my sensitive nipples into full peakness. When he finished taking one breast to its full apex of sensations, he hungrily latched onto the other, sucking and licking until I would explode.

  “Collins,” I cried. “We have to stop or I’ll want to go all the way.” I tugged frantically at the belt holding his pants together, and then the zipper. I wanted to feel his warmth in me so badly now, I didn’t care if I was tearing at his clothes.

  “I love this animalistic go-all-out side of you, Sammy,” he growled. “I knew underneath that prim and proper good girl was this tigress who’s insatiable.”

  “Guess I can imagine more of what I want to do with you now that my eyes are open to the possibilities,” I said. “And right now, I want you to feel me, to relieve me, Collins.”

  “Oh,” Collins smiled. “I’ll do more than that do you, Sammy. “I’ll…” with one fell swoop, he reached under my skirt and tore off my panties. He took a look at it, and looked a little disappointed. “Not the ones with the heart on it that I so loved,” he said. “But I guess that’s a good thing because it means I didn’t tear that one apart.” He placed my torn panties into his pocket and proceeded to bring his hand up my thighs and then directly rubbing and touching my most sensitive parts with his fingers.

  He had me writhing against the wall, wanting to pull him closer. “I see I’ve been neglectful in my duties,” Collins said seductively. “Some of you need a bit more attention than just that.” He lifted me higher now as though I was as light as a pillow, and held me with both hands around my waist, arms extended up, and then he lowered me, naked, wet, and hot for him directly in front of his mouth until I was sitting on his shoulders. “Umm,” he said, “maybe we can skip dinner after all and go straight to dessert.” With that, I felt his wet tongue begin working on me stroke after blissful slow stroke.

  I was so on the verge of exploding when I felt his tongue reached all the way in, sliding deep in and then out and back in repeatedly until I began clenching. The sensation was searingly hot and cool at the same time, I began shaking hard, uncontrollably and deliciously until I felt almost spent. When my tremors subsided, Collins lowered my body down until he was facing me, and then he hungrily kissed my mouth, as though he was starving and couldn’t get enough.

  “That was so beautiful, Sam,” he said. “So fucking deliciously beautiful.” He kissed me one last hard time, and then pulled back before he pulled me into a tight hug. “Sam, you’ve just had an orgasm.” He kissed me on the lips, gently now. “And I see many more to come…”

  He took out a handkerchief and folded it into a nice rectangle before he wiped between my legs, cleaning me up, and then placed it back into his pocket. “If we had done this at my place, Sammy, I’d strip you and wash every part of you in the shower. I’d wash your beautiful smooth skin, and shampoo your gorgeous thick dark hair. Afterwards, I’d rub scented oils all over you, and then take you to our bed where we begin getting you hot and exploding once again.”

  The image of that made me shiver all over. But there wasn’t time for another release.

  When the elevator reached one floor below where we were heading, I quickly adjusted my clothes and fixed my hair, while Collins buttoned up his shirt and fixed his tie. I was ready, but Collins’ pants were still unzipped, unbuttoned, and unbelted. I immediately helped him there, zipping up his zipper, then buttoning it before belting it. I was very conscious of the large bulge in his pants, and I looked up at him, questioningly. “I want to reciproc
ate,” I said. “I want to make you feel as good and fulfilled as I feel right now.” I licked my lips nervously but eagerly. I have never done this before, but I was willing, driven by intense desire for him, wanting to experience everything with him.

  Collins smiled, and inhaled. “The thought of you trying, just made this so much harder, but Sam…we’re not doing this today. You’re not ready yet, and we don’t have time. We’ll be lucky to be able to make it to our meeting on time now.”

  The elevator door stopped, and it opened up. Collins took me by the elbows and walked a little over pass the elevator and to one of the doors in the hallway. We stopped, and Collins knocked on the door, right when I noticed there was a nameplate with a name that looked very familiar to me. I blinked, not believing the name I saw on there.

  “Here we are,” Collins said, before the door opened, revealing the familiar face of someone I knew well.

  I couldn’t help dropping my mouth open.

  Standing in front of us, gesturing for us to come in, was Gail herself, and it looked as though she had just come straight from Sawyer House.

  Chapter 6

  “Gail?” I asked, obviously surprised. I looked over at Collins and raised my eyebrows. Is this the person we’re supposed to meet before dinner?

  Gail laughed, and looked over at Collins. “I told you she’ll react this way.”

  Collins nervously bit his lips, and I could see how intensely uncomfortable he had become.

  “Come in, Sam and Collins,” Gail said, taking my arm and maneuvering us inside the office, overlooking the city lights of Newport and with a view out to the Pacific Ocean. It was a far cry from her office at Sawyer House. “Come and make yourself comfortable,” she said.

  “Gail,” I said, “Why are you here? What am I doing here?”