by Brooke May
It is far too soon to be proclaiming our love for one another. I stare at Chamberlain, folded in behind the wheel and driving with ease. I’m sure seeing me hurt stresses him out, but none of that is evident on his face. His mouth keeps opening and closing as if he wants to say something, then he but stops himself.
I’m restless in my seat. My skin starts to heat, pumping blood through my veins at a faster than normal rate. “Are you sure you’re ready for the next step?” Chamberlain’s voice is low, strained. “We can wait if you want to, Katie.”
I slowly shake my head. “No … I …” My tongue runs nervously over my bottom lip. “I really want this, Chamberlain. I want you.” My hand slides across the seat to grab his. He sucks in a breath when a jolt passes from me to him. “I want my first time to be with you and only ever you.”
The engine roars as Chamberlain pushes down on the gas and whisks us to his apartment as quickly as he possibly can. I’m not sure what to do.
Do I try to ease this building tension?
What do I say?
Or do I wait until we get back to his place?
There is a free spot in front of his building, so he pulls in and parallel parks as quickly and as safely as he can. “Are you sure?” He rests his forearm of his left arm on the steering wheel after putting it into park and cutting the engine.
“Yes.” My own voice has changed to throaty, low, and purely sexual.
He wastes no more time once the word is out. Chamberlain grabs my bag from the back seat and gets me out before I can even take another breath. He lifts me in his arms bridal style and takes me up the stairs.
The apartment is dark and quiet with no sign of Scott anywhere. “Thank God, he finally listened.” Chamberlain closes the door with a backward kick and turns so I can lock the door.
He places me back on my feet before he takes my bag to his room. “Where is he staying?” My legs shake uncontrollably as I follow him to his room. My mouth dries seeing his jacket is already off, leaving him in his crisp white shirt that I didn’t notice was mostly see through. I see his ripped back muscles and the expanse of his tattoos bleeding through the fabric.
Chamberlain looks over his shoulder before turning back to me and starts to unbutton his shirt. “Katie, I really don’t want to think about Scott with what we are about to do.” My body compresses with the desire his words send through me. “Last chance, Katie. Are. You. Sure?” He takes a cautious step to me.
“Yes.” A sickening anticipation to finally be rid of my virginity and have a carnal connection with him fill me. I take a step to him. “Let me.” My hands shake as they move up and finish undoing the rest of the buttons.
His hands fall to his sides as he rubs his fingers together like he is itching to touch me. When I’m done, I place my hand on his abs. I blow a small breath out and look up at his dark eyes.
“Your eyes are so clear right now.” He brushes my hair behind my ear, resting his hand on the base of my neck. “Come here.” My hands slip up his shoulder, pushing his shirt open.
He looks back and forth from one eye to the other. “You are so beautiful.” He brushes his lips over mine several times, coaxing my mouth to open for him. His rough lips latch on mine while his velvety soft tongue massages mine. The sensation of his taste leaves me ravenous and starving for more of him. Suddenly, I want to know how other parts of him taste.
I moan, digging my nails into his shoulders. He pulls me closer, his erection pressing against my pelvic bone. His hand digs into my hair at the base of my head, twisting my head to the side to allow him to kiss me deeper. The very core of me grows crazed with the need to have the pressure extinguished.
I want him.
He drags my lips away as he parts from me. I open my eyes to find his hooded gaze piercing my soul. It’s as if I’m seeing him for the very first time. My heart is fluttering while the rest of my body begs for his touch.
“I would really like to undress you now.”
“Okay.” I take a single step back, just enough room for him to slowly walk around me. His finger traces the top of my breasts, bicep, and shoulder blade as he comes around to my zipper at my back. His feather-light touch on my spine leaves a trail of burning desire in its wake.
“So soft.” Chamberlain speaks right behind my right ear. He pushes my hair over my left shoulder and kisses my bare shoulder. I never thought of the back as a euphoric spot, but his kiss has the same effect on my body as a passionate kiss on the lips.
I take a staggered breath, making my chest tighten. “I’ve got you, Katie. I won’t let anything happen to you. You can tell me to stop if it gets too much.” He continues to kiss my shoulder, trailing up to my ear. My head rolls, and my vision flickers. My entire body pulsates with desire.
“Chamberlain.”
The cool air hits my bare back as my zipper opens up the back of my dress. Once he reaches the bottom of my spine, my dress falls, pooling to the floor around me. I start to lift my arms to cover myself, but his hands clamp down on them to keep them down. “Turn around,” he quietly and sweetly commands.
Left only in my heels, stockings, and panties, I turn to face him. His sharp intake draws my eyes up. “Beautifully gorgeous,” Chamberlain whispers as he leans down to capture my lips once more. I fall against his chest, reveling in the sensation of his heated skin against my soft body. There are no barriers between us.
Carefully, he lifts me so I don’t get tangled in my dress and lays me on the bed like I am something precious. He drops his shirt, allowing it to join my dress. He runs a hand down his face as his eyes move slowly down my body.
My brave eyes shift back and forth as they make their way down his powerful body, stopping where his trousers are tented.
“We need to keep this nice. I want to see it again.” Tenderly, Chamberlain picks up my dress and drapes it over his hamper. He focuses on me, and I blush when I see where his attention has landed. “Black and white.”
As sexy as I can, I move my legs together. My breasts bounce a little by the movement, but he stays focused on my panties.
Our eyes link as he prowls toward me, dropping to his knees at my feet. Delicately, he lifts my left foot and slowly pulls my heel off. The cool air hitting my foot feels like a shock to my heated body. He digs the pad of his thumb into my foot, making my head fall back with a long, drawn-out moan.
Wow.
He hums and skates his hands up my leg, grasping the top of my stocking to roll it down. He rubs his cheek on the inside of my knee as he places a kiss on the top.
I watch his every move. He is acting as if I am something breakable, something he will cherish.
He repeats the same with my right foot and leg, ending with a kiss on the top of my knee. I’m left feeling insatiable when he sits back on his heels and rubs his hands over his thighs. “I’m nervous.” His admission surprises me.
“I thought you’d …”
“I have” He stands and holds out his hand to me. “But it’s different with you. Everything is different.” He pulls me into his arms while his hands move down to palm my butt. “I love these.” His fingers hook into the waist of my panties. “I don’t want to ruin them.” He kisses a trail down my neck, across my collarbone, and then between my breasts as he moves down, taking my panties with.
A surprised gasp erupts as Chamberlain kisses a circle around my left nipple before taking it into his mouth. His hot tongue runs over my peaked nipple while he increases the suction over it. He slides my panties the rest of the way off, and again, cool air hits every heated part of me.
He releases my nipple with a pop and brings his hand up to caress my breast while moving to my other nipple. “Chamberlain.” My head falls back, and my fingers thread into his hair, securing us together. My body starts to coil tightly …
Abruptly, he releases me and stands. His gaze is hooded. “You ready for this, Katie?”
“I’m always ready for a fight.” I repeat his words from earlier this evening. H
e dives onto me with a low growl, taking me by surprise and making us fall onto the bed. “Chamberlain!”
“Now isn’t the time to laugh, baby.” He sits back up, cradled between my open legs. He kisses my belly button and then … moves … down … lower. I tense. His hands grip my thighs, rubbing his thumbs over the tensed muscles. “Relax, Katie.” He gives me a reassuring smile. “It’s going to be great.” I do my best to relax on the bed with a huge, muscular, handsome man over me.
He returns to kissing me, moving down to my pelvic bone. I shoot straight up when I feel his fingers open my wet core and a hot breath hits …
“It’s okay, baby,” he whispers against my most intimate spot. I take a staggered breath as his tongue strokes over my clitoris, his tongue ring adding just a touch more pressure. His finger slides up and down while his tongue circles my clit. I fall back onto the bed, feeling every part of me moving in some way.
“Oh.” I roll my fist into the blanket as my back arches up off the bed, pushing myself closer to his face. My breathing starts to labor as he picks up his pace. His finger and tongue still, causing me to look at him over my body. I find his eyes and lock on them as he ever so slowly pushes a single digit into my heated center. My eyes flutter, but I never break eye contact with him. Both of us moan loudly, telling one another how good it feels.
Chamberlain’s shoulders move faster as his own breathing picks up. His lips forming an O as his finger settles all the way in me; his eyes slowly close as his head falls back in the slightest of movement.
“God, Katie.” He groans. “You’re so tight.” He gently pulls his finger almost all the way out and then thrusts back in with a little more force. He repeats his movements several times and then adds another finger.
“Chamberlain.” I moan as my head falls back again. I feel Chamberlain’s chest against mine as his fingers continue their delicious torture. His lips caress mine.
A feeling, something like a water gate about to burst, comes over me. I tense all over and let out a long, drawn-out moan while Chamberlain’s fingers continue.
It takes me a beat to calm myself back down. I hadn’t even noticed that Chamberlain was no longer between my legs. My eyes are closed, and my body is spread out on Chamberlain’s bed. The sound of something ripping causes me to open my eyes and lean up on my elbows.
Chamberlain stands before me, gloriously naked as he looks down at himself. I take a moment to look down his body - his sculpted, muscular perfection that makes my mouth water and dry all at once. I stop at his erection that he is rolling a condom on to.
Will it fit?
“It will be tight, baby, but we’ll manage.” Chamberlain answers my unasked question, looking back up and coming back to me on the bed. The bed dips from his weight as he comes back down between my legs. “Relax.” He brushes the back of his hand down my face while placing a gentle kiss to my lips. I feel his head at my entrance as his hips move forward. “Relax,” he repeats and ever so slowly pushes into me.
He stops briefly when he reaches a certain point. I feel so full already. “This is going to hurt, Katie,” he murmurs and then thrusts forward.
“Ah!” I screech as my hands shoot up to grab his biceps and dig my nails in. Water comes to my eyes from the small amount of pain. He stays there, unmoving, until he can see that I’m okay. Soon, the pain is gone and only the feeling of being full remains.
“Ready for a little more?”
More!
He kisses my nose. “Just a little more.” His breath fans over my face, and he pushes in until I feel his juncture against mine.
“Oh, wow.” I blink.
“I’m going to move now.” He pulls back and then pushes back in at the same speed. The first few times hurt, but then they start to intensify with pleasure. It is a bearable, enjoyable pain. My head falls back once more as my body starts to lift to meet his. The pressure slowly builds again, forcing my nails to dig deeper into his skin. “Katie.” He breathes.
I groan and twist my body until he hits the right spot, a spot that increases the pleasure. “Chamberlain.” My voice is low and raspy as my throat dries from my breathing. He sits up on his knees while his hands clamp my hips, pulling my lower body higher as I plant my feet on either side of him.
I sit up, ending up on his lap above him. I wrap my arms around his neck and mold my lips to his. I’m hungry, famished, starving to possess everything with this man, this powerful fighter who I love.
His motions become more erratic. I pull away from him and moan out his name as the floodgates open once more, leaving me boneless, weightless.
I cling to Chamberlain as he drives several more times into me before going still, moaning my name. I remain in his arms for minutes, maybe hours - I’m not sure. As our sweat mixed, we try to bring our breathing back to normal.
Chamberlain peels his chest from mine, causing a sudden rush of shivers to hit me. I shiver and wrap my arms around myself. His hands frame my face, rough fingers brushing against my cheeks. “Beautiful.” He presses his lips against mine before standing us up.
I wince as he pulls out of me; he sets me gently on the bed and disappears into the bathroom. I lie back on the bed when I hear water running. Chamberlain returns holding a washcloth.
“Let’s clean you up, Katie.” He positions himself between my legs. He cups the washcloth over my lower body to clean me up. He takes his time, and when he is done, he grabs a shirt out of his dresser and slips it over my head.
Sleepily, I cuddle into his shirt and make my way to get under the covers. “Tired, baby?”
“Yes.” I nestle under the covers as he pulls on a pair of boxer briefs and then joins me in bed. He pulls me into his arms, my head coming to rest over his heart. I take in a deep breath of his unique Chamberlain scent mixed with my body spray. “Good night, Katie.” He kisses the top of my head.
“Good night, Chamberlain,” I say almost dreamily as I close my eyes and let sleep take me. I don’t think words need to be said about how wonderful that just was. This evening wasn’t ruined by my family, but immortalized by the passion Chamberlain and I have together.
Chapter Twenty-One
I EASE INTO wakefulness, stretching and groaning from a soreness I have never experienced before. Just thinking about last night makes me giggle as I turn onto my belly and bury my face into the piles of pillows and excess of blankets that are cool to the touch.
My hair is a tangled mess as I sit up and look around the quiet, empty room.
“Where is he?” I roll over to the edge of the bed and am about to swing my legs over the edge when Chamberlain’s bedroom door opens and his back, bare and sculpted, comes into the room.
He turns and stays focused on the tray he is carefully carrying. “Don’t get up!” he yelps, making me giggle again at the panic on his face. I back up to the headboard and sit back.
“Breakfast?”
Could he be any sweeter?
“In bed.” He nods, setting the tray on my side, and takes his place on the other side. “Your meal, my beautiful woman.”
I tuck my knees under me, rise up, and lean over the tray to give him a kiss. “Thank you. It all looks great.”
I waste no time diving into my plate that my wonderful boyfriend has made me. A single pancake, light with butter, one egg sunny-side up, and a small serving of breakfast potatoes fill the plate, along with a glass of orange juice. His plate is stacked five pancakes, four eggs, and two servings of potatoes.
“A girl could get used to this,” I tease as I cut up my pancake.
“I hope you never do.” Chamberlain takes a bite of his own pancake and swallows before he continues. “I hope you never get used to this, to me, and especially to this feeling. I hope I always bring a soft pink tint to your cheeks and steal your breath away. And most of all I hope I can always surprise you and make you feel special.”
I swoon.
“You should come with a warning label,” I mumble around my pancake. “May cause
women to fall to pieces with a single word.”
“Only you, Katie.”
We eat in a comfortable silence, enjoying the peace around us. Surprisingly, Chamberlain finishes before I do. He sits back against his headboard, drinking his juice, lost in thought. “How was last night for you? Are you sore?” He catches me off guard and my bite of potatoes misses my mouth.
I blink, put my fork down, and place my hands on my lap, watching them and suddenly feeling shy. I shouldn’t; we had an amazing night together both completely naked and as close as any two people can physically be. I am only in his shirt, something that could easily be removed.
His eyes burn with concern, and curiosity lights up his face.
“It was amazing,” I say quietly. “I’m sore, but I like … it.”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he sets his glass down and reaches over to pull my bottom lip free from my teeth. “I’m glad. Last night was amazing for me, as well. Something I will never forget.”
I finish my breakfast, hypersensitive with him watching me. I start to pick up, but he stops me. “You just relax, baby. I’ve got this.” He grabs our tray and leaves.
I’m not really sure what to do now. I’m a little too sore to go again, so I do the one thing that I know I can. “I’m just going to, um, hop in the shower.” I indicate with my thumb to the bathroom door.
“Knock yourself out.”
I gather my things from my bag and enter the bathroom. I make sure Scott’s door is locked. I have no clue if he is home or not yet, but I don’t want to chance it. I start the shower, making sure it is really hot before I step under the stream. It isn’t as steady as mine is at home, but it is relaxing.
As I scrub my hypersensitive parts of me, I think back to last night.
It started horrible at the gala. I just can’t comprehend why my family acts the way they do. Why do they feel the need to critique my life and take it upon themselves to get me to do what they want? I’m glad they didn’t scare Chamberlain away. That made me most nervous. I can handle the opinions that others have about me, but losing someone like Chamberlain, who I really care about and love, would ruin me.
