“Are you ready for me baby?” he murmured seductively against her lips as he positioned his shaft at her slick opening.
She nodded mutely; her heart hammering in her chest.
He groaned as he entered her. “Damn! You’re so tight.”
And she tensed, he was so huge!
He bent to her breast as his hands stroked her legs and she lost her train of thought as desire coiled in her abdomen. Her taut opening gripped the head of his shaft and he shook with desire, losing all ability to think. He surged forward; stroking his way into her tight folds and she groaned loudly, her nails digging into his shoulders. She was so soft and sweet he wanted to lose himself in her feminine heat.
He withdrew and drove into her: penetraing her to the core and she screamed in pain but he swallowed it with his lips. He moaned in delight; scorching flames of desire consuming him as he moved inside her. His shallow strokes escalated into deep, frantic thrusts as pleasure burst inside him and his body strove towards completion. He tried to slow his pace; ascertain that she was enjoying this as much as he. But he couldn't begin to contain the raw passion renting him apart.
And when he thought his lungs might collapse from the unrelenting onslaught of pleasure, he bucked inside her, a harsh cry tearing from his throat as he spent inside her, thoroughly fulfilled. He felt as if he had disintegrated into a million little pieces and was slowly reforming as he collapsed unto her, his breathing laboured.
He propped himself on his elbow sometime later and stared down at Paige; their bodies still joined. Her eyes were closed and even in the semidarkness he could see that she was pale. He must be crushing her, he decided, withdrawing from her body and she winced. He froze, the colour draining from his face as he peered closely at a definate crimson fluid smearing her thighs.
"Fuck"
He struggled to recall what he had done to wound her like this but all he could remember was the violent desire ripping through him. Panic assailed him. What had he done to her?
“You’re bleeding. We have to call a doctor", he could hear the anxiety in his voice. God-damn-it, he hadn’t even used a condom. What if she had some Sexually Transmitted Disease? What had possessed him? He was never this careless.
A spark of colour flared in her cheeks and she covered herself with a quilt as he located his jacket and withdrew his cell phone.
"I'm fine. Just give me a few minutes and I'll leave", he barely heard her as he quickly donned his slacks and shirt.
He swore when the phone rang without answer; his unease lessening somewhat as he saw her sitting upright on the sofa; the quilt clutched to her breast.
"Sebastian calm down. I'm fine", she was so embarrassed she wanted to curl up and die.
"You should be dressed...why aren't you getting dressed? Oh wait, you need clothes", he spun to leave.
"Sebastian!"
"What!" He whirled to face her, "why are you acting as if this is nothing?"
"Because it is nothing. It's me...I'm a... I was...virgin”, she covered her reddened face in her hands and he froze as recognition dawned on him.
“What!” Shock and disbelief warred across his features before hardening into a chiselled mask.
He backed towards the door. “I can’t...I can’t do this”.
“Wait Sebastian...” a tear slid down her cheeks as she heard the slamming of the door, “Don’t go...”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
PAIGE STEPPED OUT OF THE SHOWER, donned a fluffy bathrobe and paced her bedroom floor; smacking her head against her palm; repeatedly. What had she been thinking or rather not thinking sleeping with Sebastian? She chewed at her fingernails; an escort and a virgin. She scoffed at the notion. If she could see the absurdity, she couldn’t imagine what Sebastian must be thinking. Probably contemplating whether to call the police or sue her for misleading him.
What was she going to do? She wondered frenetically. She couldn’t return the money as she had already paid a substantial portion to the the hospital. And Joshua...She couldn’t even begin to consider what would happen to Joshua if things should take a turn for the worst. Sebastian Bradley wasn’t someone to mess with. She shivered at the thought.
She hadn’t seen him since their disastrous parting almost a week ago and she didn’t know if she should be worried or grateful. Her body tingled at the delicious reminder; the pleasure was definitely worth the pain. After soaking her sore muscles in a hot bath and donning her pyjamas following Sebastian’s departure, the doctor had arrived. Even though she’d assured him that she was fine, he’d insisted on examining her, ‘as Mr. Bradley had instructed him to do’.
In an effort to get rid of him, she’d relented, blushing as he performed his task and gave her a gel to apply to ease the soreness as he announced that she should be fine in a day or two. Touched by Sebastian's concern for her, she’d tossed and turned in bed that night; wishing he was by her side and hoping that he was alright. She’d barely left the house all week, except for her visits with Joshua which had lengthened with her current woes. And Frustrated and scared witless, she’d phoned him several times, two days earlier, with no success.
She glanced through the glass doors; it had been snowing since the night before and according to the weather forecast, there would be a snow storm later tonight into tomorrow. And still no word from Sebastian; all this waiting was slowly driving her insane. She eyed her cell phone on her night table speculatively. Perhaps she should try calling him again; try to explain...
Explain what? A cynical voice whispered in the back of her head. Why she was a twenty one years old virgin? Her girlfriends and herself had made a pack in the eight grade that they would wait until their senior prom to go all the way but everything had changed when her father died. If she recalled correctly, she had spent that said night completing a major school project for Joshua and her so called best friends had forgotten she existed the moment she had missed a few of their daily visits to the mall.
She rang his cell several times but it went straight to voicemail and unease started in the pit of her stomach. Had something terrible happened to him? Her fingers shook and she struggled to control her rising panic as she phoned his Personal Assistant. Fear knotted in her chest as Sophia politely informed her that Mr. Bradley hadn't reported or called into his office in two days.
She wrung her hands nervously; her mind racing with gruesome possibilities as she contemplated what to do. Concluding that if anyone could shed some light on the situation, it would be Helen; she quickly dialed her phone number. Helen must have heard the panic in her voice as she quickly informed her that Sebastian had revealed that he would be staying at his house in Long Island for a few days when she had phoned him three days ago. After which she laughingly told Paige that Sebastian was probably at the office completing some task or the other. Opting not to worry her further by relaying what she had heard from Sophia; Paige patiently requested the address and ended the call.
She chewed her lower lip worriedly. What was she to make of the situation? It wasn’t like Sebastian to be absent from the office for such a long period without as much as a phone call. Had he fallen ill? Had some crazy stalker shot him in his leg and left him in his house to bleed to death? She shook her head vigorously to rid herself of the distressing thoughts and laughed beside herself. She had to do something; she thought as she hauled on a t-shirt, jeans and her snow gears, grabbed her keys and left the penthouse.
Ten minutes later she was on her way to Long Island. She glanced at her watch; three fifteen and according to her GPS, the duration of her journey should be one hour and ten minutes and judging by the weather; two hours tops. Thus she should be there and back by nightfall; if all went well...? No! Everything would be fine she told herself staunchly, over and over as she drew nearer to her destination. She had never driven such a far distance on her own before and she had to admit, she found the task a bit daunting, especially as the city faded behind her and the snow fell harder.
She straightened in her
seat; her grip tightening on the steering wheel as she struggled to see the road through the fog smearing the windshield. The car skidded slightly, all of a sudden and she jammed her foot unto the break and the car spun out of control. Her stomach clenched sickeningly as she tussled with the staring wheel in an effort to stop the vehicle. The car crashed into a pile of snow and drew to an immediate halt causing her head to slam, violently, into the steering wheel.
She remained immobilized for a few moments; the blood roaring in her ears drowning out all else. She eased, slowly, away from the car steering; inhaling large gulps of air as she poked the tender spot on her forehead to ensure that she wasn’t bleeding. Her eyes flew to the GPS; half a mile to go. She sighed in relief as she glanced outside the windshield and discovered she was only a short distance from the roadway. Steeling herself, she took a deep breath and attempted to guide the car towards the street but it refused to budge; the tyres skidding in the snow.
Willing herself calm; she fished for her cell phone inside her purse only to discover that she had no signal. She switched off the car and buried her face in her hands in distress. What was she going to do? She couldn’t remember the last house she had seen on her way in and she was a good distance from her destination. But she couldn’t just sit there. It might be hours, even a day, considering the storm, before anyone came by. She had to find shelter before dark or she would freeze to death in her car.
She unbuckled her seatbelt, tentatively opened her door and stepped out into the pelting snow. The biting cold stung her cheeks and she snuggled into her scarf; unsure whether she should go backward or move forward. The world sprawled before her in a sea of white and she panicked for a moment. Forcing her legs to move, she forged ahead. At least she was certain there was a warm house ahead.
She trudged through the snow for what felt like miles and still there was no sign of inhabitation. The snowfall grew heavier until her cloak and hat was sodden and her body slightly numb from the cold. Her steps faltered and her body felt lethargic as hypothermia began to set in. She was so tired; she thought of resting for awhile but remembered the horror stories she’d heard of being caught in a snow storm and pressed on.
Daylight soon faded into dusk as ice seemed to seep into her blood. She had almost given up hope when a dim light in the distance caught her eye and she stumbled towards it on partially frozen legs. She could hardly feel her limbs as she climbed the few steps to the front door and her fingers were so frozen she didn’t feel the doorbell as she pressed it. She thought she saw Sebastian open the door but she wasn’t sure as her eyes blurred.
CHAPTER TWENTY
“PAIGE! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING..?” Sebastian began before she interrupted him.
“Cold…” she slurred, her knees buckling and he caught her.
“Damn it! You’re soaking wet”, he scooped her into his arms and kicked the door closed.
She made to respond but her thoughts seemed jumbled and she struggled to keep her eyes open as he placed her on a chair. He stripped her down to her jeans and t-shirt, swearing when he saw that those were soaked as well and her teeth clattered noisily as she trembled uncontrollably.
“No!” he shouted in alarm as her eyes drifted closed and she jumped, “Don’t go to sleep”.
He deftly removed every stitch of clothing from her body, placed her on a daybed and threw a thick quilt over her before towel drying the excess water from her hair. He thought of turning up the heat but was afraid she’d go into shock. Fear twisted his gut as he glanced at her alarmingly pale blue skin as she shivered incessantly. He could call a rescue team but the time it would take for them to get there, under the present weather conditions, could be indefinite. He had to keep her talking so she wouldn’t fall asleep, as that could be detrimental at this stage.
“What happened?” he gripped her cold hands in his under the quilt and massaged vigorously.
“…Was calling on your cell…Sophia said they hadn’t seen you in two days…Was worried that you might be hurt”
His frozen heart thawed a bit at her concern. “You crazy woman. Didn’t you hear about the storm?”
He had to get her something warm to drink, he decided as her shivering continued.
He cupped her face in his palms. “I’m going to make a cup of tea for you. I know you feel sleepy but don’t close your eyes. Do you understand me?”
She nodded and he tore himself from her side and ran to the kitchen. His hands shook slightly as he dumped a packet of chocolate mixture into a cup and poured water from the kettle he had used a few moments earlier. Adding extra milk as he knew she liked it, since these past weeks in her company. He sighed in relief when he returned and saw her awake; sitting beside her, he cradled her in his arms and placed the cup to her lips.
“Sip slowly”, he instructed as he patiently fed her.
Her trembling lessened somewhat as she drank the warm substance and once finished he lifted her into his arms and mounted the stairs two at a time. He laid her gently unto his bed and increased the heat, slightly, before adjusted the blanket around her throat.
“I’m…so cold”, her voice was a mere whisper and a stab of pain lanced through his chest.
Instinctively, he removed his slacks and silk shirt and crawled beneath the blanket and drew her shivering body into his arms; allowing the heat from his body to warm her. Her head fitted between his shoulder and neck and he stroked her cheeks soothingly until her shaking diminished and ceased completely.
Her soft curves pressed into the hard length of his body and he sighed in contented bliss; burying his nose in her silky hair and inhaling the fresh, fruity scent. A strange peacefulness washed over him as he lay there in the semidarkness; the fullness of her in his arms. And for a moment he wished he could remain there in her arms forever. His hold on her tightened as his tense muscles relaxed and sleep claimed him.
He awoke the following morning to the pleasant pressure of Paige’s body slumped on top of his; her face buried in his neck. He had awoken several times throughout the night to assure himself that she was alright but he had no recollection of how she had gotten into her present position. She squirmed on top of him and his breath caught in his throat as her inner thighs pressed intimately into his hardened manhood; his snug underwear the only barrier between them.
He rolled them together, so that he was on top of her, and she moaned groggily. He propped himself on his elbow and watched, fascinated, as she rubbed her eyes; moaning and groaning into wakefulness. Her lashes fluttered open, dazzling emerald green eyes pinned him to the spot and he forgot what he intended to say.
“Sebastian...” her eyes glazed with passion and he found himself lowering towards her lips.
He groaned as his lips gently caressed hers and a tenderness he had never known, overwhelmed him. He caressed her limbs leisurely as the kiss deepened and she sighed into his mouth; her body melting into him. He kissed her forehead, her eyelids and her nose as he stroked her hair with his fingertips.
He wanted to touch every delectable inch of her, please her in ways she’d never been pleasured before and never would again. He couldn’t begin to understand or explain the feelings coursing through his veins. He wanted her so badly; yet not in the way he was accustomed to. He wanted her light to seep into the dark recesses of his soul and chase away the darkness that dwelled there.
His lips forged a path to her breast and she moaned in pleasure as he gently stroked each nipple with his tongue. He smothered his face into her abdomen; tasting her navel with his tongue and she inhaled sharply. He flourished light kisses on the inside of her arms, her palms and lingered at the pulses at her wrists. Tears pooled in her eyes as his lips stroked each of her fingertips and spilled over as he travelled to her legs and toes. A frowned marred his perfect brow as he saw the tears and he slithered to face her.
He stroked her hair soothingly. “Do you want me to stop?” her heart constricted as she saw the tenderness in his beautiful brown eyes.
A
nd in that moment she knew exactly why she’d travelled from Manhattan, all the way to Long Island, despite the threat of a storm, to ensure that he was unharmed. The startling affirmation brought fresh tears to her eyes. She caressed his face lovingly; tracing his lips with her forefinger before cupping his face into her palms and fusing her lips, gently, to his. Her tongue tangled with his and he growled into her mouth and gave in to the sweet pressure of her lips.
He broke the kiss long enough to slide his boxers over his hips and retrieve a condom from the nearby nightstand. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes caressed his naked beauty and her chest tightened with apprehension as her eyes fastened on his impressive shaft. But as his lips found hers she forgot all else.
He caressed her body with featherlike strokes and as her tense muscles relaxed, he entered her slowly. Her body stretched to accommodate him as he ground into her slick flesh with exquisite tenderness and delightful thrills shot through her body. He laced his fingers through hers; his strokes deepening but the motion of his hips remaining the same and she writhed beneath him.
He savored the languid pleasure, marveling at the calm intensity. Never had he experienced pleasure so potent, yet so gentle. His body knew the ultimate bliss to be had but there was no rush to get there, no thought of the next moment. He was too busy basking in every second and, astonishingly, wishing that it would last forever.
As the storm raged outside, the fires of passion licked at his heels, not quite consuming him but scorching him, nonetheless. He groaned in ecstasy as she begged him to end the wondrous torture as she didn’t think she could bear it a second longer. They rode the tides of pleasure together; their bodies so close it felt as if they shared each other’s heartbeat.
She crooned his name as her body unraveled in orgasmic bliss that seemed to last forever and he held her close as he felt the raptures starting within him. A groan tore from his lips as he exploded inside her. The pleasure was so sweet he could taste it on his tongue as he collapsed on his back taking her with him; their breathing labored. Exhausted to the bone, but fulfilled beyond imagination, they fell into a light dozed; locked in each other’s arms.
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