I stared at him for a minute. The man was really asking me out. “I’d love to,” I said, trying to hide my giddy voice.
“Really?” he asked, as if he were unsure of my answer.
“Really.”
He put his hand on my shoulder. “Are you busy Wednesday night? Oliver is going back to Seattle with his grandparents for the rest of his break, and I’ve got Thursday and Friday off.”
“I’m not busy. Ty will be at his dad’s until school starts back.”
“It’s a date. What’s your favorite restaurant?”
“I like anything, so surprise me.”
He took his phone out of his pocket. “What’s your number?”
He typed my information in.
I gathered Ty and Yolo, and we said our goodnight as Ian walked us to the door.
“Merry Christmas Eve, Chelsie, Ty.”
“Merry Christmas,” I answered.
We may have only walked home, but inside—my heart was skipping beats…
Chapter 7
Shawna tied the laces on her running shoe. “You’re what?”
“You heard me. I’m going out with Ian Briggs tonight.”
“You’ll have to give me all the details. This is awesome.”
She pushed me during our run, eager to get back to my house for all the dirty details. I tossed her a bottle of water from the fridge and pulled out a chair at the breakfast table. She sat down across from me, and her eyes asked the question without blinking.
Silence.
“What?” I taunted her.
“I’m waiting.” She tried to give me her “ugly stare-down”, but it didn’t work.
My grin may have been a coy one, but I gave in and began to fill her in. “It’s weird, but I really like him. I catch myself thinking about him constantly.”
She leaned forward and propped her chin on her hands. The smile left her face. “How much can you possibly know about him this quickly?”
“We talked for hours Sunday night at his place and on the phone Monday and Tuesday. Besides, I’ve researched him and feel I’m getting to know him, but I promise, I’m taking it slow.”
“Slow? It’s your first date.” She laughed.
“Not really. We did have lunch after church and then dinner at his house.”
“What do you call research? Google?”
“Yes. Since he’s a doctor, there’s a bit more information out there with patients who might be unhappy and give him a bad review, so I looked at more than just his social media accounts.”
“And?”
“He doesn’t have Twitter, Tsu, Instagram or Facebook that I can find, and there’s only a couple of patients who complained about waiting a long time at his office. Other than that, all of the comments were very favorable about his bedside manner and he genuinely cares about people. He does a lot of volunteer work, too.”
She took a big swig of water and sighed. “Just be careful. I’m worried there’s a skeleton somewhere.”
“We’ve all got them. How’s he going to react when I tell him I had a fling with the twenty-two-year-old male model from the store?” I removed my running shoes and stretched my arches, remembering how Blake had his way with me spread across the hood of his car.
“First, you’d just divorced Carson, and second, it was the holiday fashion show, and you were drunk off your ass.”
“I wanted someone to make me stop thinking about Carson.”
“Well, Blake is so fucking hot, who could resist all those tats? Besides, he definitely flirted like crazy. Something tells me Carson was no match for him.”
“Even with depression and ultimate stupidity as an excuse, it still made the internet. If Ian does his homework, he’ll be able to see Blake’s mother calling me a cradle-robber on Facebook.”
“At least Blake was legal, and he shot those selfies, while you were passed out in his car. I haven’t googled it lately, but it’s been two freakin years. Seriously, does it still show up?”
“Second line, the damn witch.”
Shawna laughed hard and covered her mouth when I punched her arm and rolled my eyes.
“So, where’s Ian taking you and what are you wearing?”
I put my hands on either side of my face and propped my elbows on the table. “No idea and no idea.”
She stood up and jerked my arm out for me to stand. “This is an important night. Let’s look in your closet.”
Ian arrived promptly at six-thirty, and when I opened my front door for him, I was shocked to see the chauffeured town car parked in front of my house. When my eyes came back to Ian, I couldn’t help but let my gaze drift up and down his body as he stood in my doorway. The tight grey Burberry sweater displayed his toned chest and arms, and the dark True Religion jeans lifted up his package nicely.
Yes, I looked. Twice.
“You never did tell me where we were going. I wasn’t sure what to wear.”
“Your ensemble is perfect, and you are absolutely stunning. But there’s something I need to do before we go.”
His lips were on mine before I realized what was about to happen. The velvety texture of his tongue circling mine—pure intoxication. When he pulled away, I was drunk on everything Ian.
My eyes fluttered opened to find him holding the side of my neck with his palm, the pad of his smooth thumb caressing the sting from my swollen lips. His eyes danced in child-like mischief.
“Doesn’t the kiss come at the end of the date when I’ve been a good girl?” My body trembled, and he was right there to wrap his arm around my waist for support.
His lips curved in amusement. “Couldn’t wait. I’ve wanted to do that…all day. If you’re trying to be a good girl, don’t. I want to see you be bad. In fact, be bad with me. Right now?”
He was still pulling me close with one hand, while his other held the side of my neck.
I wrapped my fingers around his wrist in a tight grip. “Define bad.” His naturally red, velvety lips were viewable through my lashes as I trailed my gaze up his face before meeting his stare.
“If I have to define it, you’re not feeling what I’m feeling.”
Oh. My. God.
With a sinful smile and a lifted brow, I answered him. “Tell the driver to go home.”
Oh, for heaven’s sake, what on earth was I thinking? Cocky Chelsie had gotten ahead of herself. This gorgeous, sexy man wanted to do bad things with me, which I was certain involved taking off my clothes. He was going to see me at my most vulnerable. I had lost my mind!
He left me for a brief moment, and when he returned, I was pacing in front of my fireplace.
Pheromones. Horny adults. Unscrupulous desires. The laws of attraction. Stolen moments.
Name a scenario from any sex scene in a movie, and any one would’ve been applicable. Wanting him to do naughty things to me might’ve been a sin, but this needy body craved action. I wanted him to make me forget any other man had ever stolen my heart, but I couldn’t hide my nervousness. I’d always been self-conscious in the bedroom, and ever since Carson told me I was a lousy, sloppy fuck and he cheated because I wasn’t meeting his needs with excitement, my desires no longer mattered.
My trembling body gave me away. Ian pulled us close together and kissed me hard on the mouth, biting my lower lip before I jerked away. There were no words between us, just pure unrestrained passion.
He pulled my hair to the side and trailed his lips in silky kisses and tantalizing bites from my jaw down to my collarbone… My nipples were so tight, they could’ve cut diamonds. My flesh stung in multiple sensations.
When assured fingers unbuttoned and removed my red silk blouse, I knew there was no turning back for him. Was there for me?
Ian took a small step backwards, his red mouth turned up in a half-cocked smile and his eyes focused on mine, asking permission.
My voice was held hostage to the thunderous beating of my heart. My sex screamed silently…Please, God, take me.
As if he could read my
mind, he sweetly lifted me in his arms and carried me to my bedroom then stood me beside the bed. With a quick motion, my skirt was on the floor, and I was bared to my new black, lacy underwear and Manolo heels.
“More beautiful than I imagined,” he said, his voice low in a husky whisper.
“You imagined?”
He nodded. “Months.”
My flesh stung with need.
Staring at his clothed body, I purred, “I’m at a disadvantage.”
“Do something about it,” he challenged.
Without asking permission, I removed his sweater to find a tanned, refined torso with a small patch of neatly trimmed hair across his pectorals and the protruding sexy V-formed muscles partially hidden by his tight jeans.
My hands shook as I put them on the buckle of his belt. With slow deep breaths, I tried to calm myself. Long fingers covered mine, a sweet effort to steady them and offer security. The black-banded bracelet was still in place on his wrist. I wanted to read the inscription, but I’d have to wait for the right time, since the silver bar almost always faced him.
Touch him. Feel him. Experience him. I craved all that and more.
He stepped out of his shoes and unfastened his belt, letting it hang while he unzipped his jeans, black silk boxers showed through the opening.
Sex on a stick.
I hooked my thumbs into the waistbands and tugged them past his hips, freeing his erection.
If my lacy boy shorts weren’t already soaked, they would’ve been at the sight of him desiring me.
Coyly, he smirked. “Now who’s at a disadvantage? I need you bare to me. Now.” His gaze trailed from my eyes down to my breasts. With his hand on the back of my bra, he soon realized it was a front closure and popped the clasp, allowing my craving flesh to spring free.
He braced my face with his hand for a greedy kiss before he pushed me backwards on the bed. We suddenly became a blend of arms and legs as passion erupted between us. He slowly licked my body in various places, and I mentally declared his tongue a dangerous weapon—it could get any woman to do anything he wanted. Soon, he would show me I had no idea how daring it could be.
My body tingled as he left wet areas exposed to the cool air of my bedroom. When he reached the edge of my panties with his lips, he began to pull them down slowly while lifting my hips with his other arm. When I was completely bare to him, he rose up and studied my body before starting his kisses down low. It made me think of the song, Kisses Down Low and like the song, those kisses made me arch my back in response to his satisfying delivery.
His mouth gave suction a new name and that tongue inside me sent my body to another planet. He had me spread wide open with his forearms holding my thighs down gently, and as I bucked against him, he continued to suck and lick, until I moaned out in bliss.
Smiling with satisfaction, he moved from the bed and retrieved his jeans from the floor. For a moment, I thought he was leaving, until I saw the small package in his hand. When he tore it open and applied the condom to his shaft, I had no doubts I wanted him to claim me as his.
Would he call me a lousy fuck too? How would I ever get the memory of those words out of my mind?
He laid on his back and pulled me on top of him.
Oh shit, I don’t do top. My earlier vulnerability quickly surfaced again. I kissed him and tried to be playful in an attempt to roll us over, but he would have none of it and slowly lifted my hips, placing the head of his cock at my entrance.
He held me as I slowly descended over him, while he pushed upward with his hips, his cock filling me to the brim and stretching me to previously unknown limits.
With the gentle rock of my hips, I began to ease into a comfortable rhythm as he slid in and out of me, while our tongues tangled. I tasted the tang of my orgasm on his lips and found the flavor a delicious blend of us.
Suddenly, I was on my back and my legs were on his shoulders as he thrust in and out of me. God, he felt good inside me, and the sensation of being with him made my skin tingle all over. Pushing my legs apart, he leaned forward and sucked my nipple before biting the tip, then licked the pain away. I eyed him fiercely, thinking I would return the favor once I had his cock in my mouth.
Oral sex had never been something of pleasure for me to receive or perform, and yet, he had me thinking wild thoughts about it.
Slowly, he rose off my body and continued to thrust hard inside me, but he twisted my legs and lower body, so the front of my hips were rolled toward the bed in a facedown position, while my upper torso remained upright.
Talk about a sexual pretzel.
Fuck me. Ian had been well schooled. The fullness from before was maximized in that position. Holy freakin’ cow. My body shuddered from head to toe, and I couldn’t stop myself from crying out. “Ian!”
“That’s right, baby, come for me. Call my name and turn me on.”
He quickened his rhythm, and I was certain he was about to ride out his own climax, but as I came down from mine, he slowed his pace.
Sweat was shimmering on his chest in the lamplight. He was a sexy, fucking beast, his eyes large and dark, emitting his arousal. With his hands on my shoulders, he pulled my arm and turned me over, so I was face first on the bed.
Oh, my God.
Then, he pushed my thighs together and entered me from behind before crashing down on top of me.
I turned my face to the side to get fresh air, my hair sticking to the sweat on my face. He noticed the strands and pushed them back before propping on his elbows next to my shoulders.
The bites he left on my neck and the backs of my arms stung with greedy passion and sent tingles from my head to my toes. With the pace of his thrusts picking up, I felt the tightening of his cock inside me right before his body shook and moans escaped his lips.
“Fuck, you’re amazing.”
Heavens, I was thinking the same thing about you.
He slowly sunk into the mattress beside me, pulling me to rest in front of him, my back to his front. He placed a chaste kiss on top of my head. I listened as his breaths began to slow to a normal pace.
Does he have a thing for not being face to face?
“Are you okay? You’ve been so quiet.” He rubbed my arm with his hand.
“I could say the same about you.” My voice was teasing, but my head was concerned. I’d read a blog about guys always wanting to have sex from behind like doggie-style or with the girl blindfolded. The therapist responded this was because they were detached from their partner, and they were fantasizing about someone else, perhaps even a male partner. After reading it, I felt it explained why Carson began to initiate sex that way during our last year of marriage. At that turning point, he wasn’t with me mentally any longer, and physically, he needed another lover.
The memory cornered me with an unshakable hold.
“I’m not usually like that, but I’d been fantasizing about being with you. I was on a mission to bring every ounce of pleasure before I lost myself deep inside you. I wanted it to be good for you.”
“One word—amazing.”
He kissed the top of my head again and turned me over to face him. I could see his eyes sparkling from the light of the lamp and his swollen lips encircled by a dark shadow of stubble.
I touched his face and felt the warm slickness which remained from his sexual workout. I leaned forward and with my lips softly on his, I stroked the edges of his mouth with my tongue before pulling back and gazing into his eyes. “No one has ever made me feel the way you just did.”
After chastely kissing his cheek, I laid my head on his chest, feeling the thundering vibration of his heartbeats beneath me.
“I still owe you dinner and a fabulous night on the town.” He laughed.
“How ’bout I order pizza and we stay right here?” I mumbled against his formed pecs, while I stroked his taut abdomen with the back of my fingers.
“Chinese?” he countered with a slight laugh.
“What, no to pizza? I thought all
men loved pizza.”
“I love Chinese, and I want to feed you with my chopsticks.”
A giggle escaped with my breath as I rose up and propped my arm on his chest to face him. “You win,” I snorted again.
The warm water felt fantastic on my muscles, which had begun to sting from the previous activity. I closed my eyes and reminisced about the way he’d felt inside me. I touched myself and was vividly aware of the emptiness left behind.
Carson’s hateful words repeated over in over in my head…sloppy fuck.
I increased the water temperature and folded my arms tightly across my chest, my insecurities haunting me. Would that be what Ian thought?
I didn’t know how long I just stood there, but I felt the presence of someone watching and flashed open my eyes. There stood Ian propped against the wall with his ankles and arms crossed, completely naked and watching me.
I wiped the fog from the glass door, so I could see his face more clearly. His gaze seared my skin. Lust.
“Are you okay?” I read his lips more than I heard his voice.
I nodded.
He opened the door, stepped in behind me, and wrapped me tightly in his arms of steel.
All my thoughts of insecurity held me hard as I tried to clear my mind. Trying to push them away, I made the moment about him and remembered I needed to remind him what it was like to be bitten on your most sensitive flesh…
Chapter 8
When he opened the front door to his home, schoolgirl giddiness swirled inside me. He led us to the kitchen where he searched for his cell phone which he’d forgotten earlier when he came to pick me up.
“Better now that I have my phone in case Oliver needs me. You okay for staying here for dinner?”
“Sounds perfect.”
Casually, he ordered dinner as if he’d ordered for us a million times before.
We chatted and enjoyed wine in the den until the food was delivered.
“I’m starving, but I didn’t even ask you what you wanted. Sorry, I got carried away.” He approached me standing in front of the fire.
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