His large hand takes my face and holds it gently. My lips quiver in unspoken passion, possibly even unspoken fears.
Christian senses my apprehension. “Let me in, Rory. Don’t push me away.”
Hypnotized by his touch, I tingle under his fingertips. Standing on tiptoe, I touch my lips to his, letting him know I’m willing to see where this goes.
His lips press against mine, then gently cover my mouth. He breaks the kiss but moves his mouth to my neck. “Tell me you want this,” he says between kisses.
His lips brush against mine. Not innocently, but demanding and full of passion and lust. His hand wraps around my waist and mine lock around his neck, pulling him slightly so my lips meet his.
He presses his tongue to the seam of my lips, and I grant him access. He delves inside my mouth. I arch up into his broad chest, moaning his name.
I splay my hand against his chest, intending to push him away, but instead, I tug the lapels of this tuxedo jacket, pulling him closer to me.
I feel suffocated when I’m around Christian. He is my vice, one I can’t seem to be without.
This kiss obliterates my every thought. His talented tongue dances across my own. For the first time in over a year, my mind isn’t locked on the past, it is full throttle in the present. Today, all my worries will be pushed aside. I want to live in the present.
Christian holds me gently, cupping my face with one hand. Leaning down, he kisses me tenderly again. “Tell me you feel this, too?”
Parting my lips, I raise myself to meet his kiss. “I do, that’s what scares me.”
“Don’t let your unspoken fears keep you from wanting me. Embrace me, embrace what’s going on between us,” his breath is warm against my face, making my heart race.
“Can we take this to my bedroom?” he asks, his voice raw with desire.
Something intense flares through his gaze, while an inferno grows within my veins. He gently strokes the growing fire, ember by ember.
My voice weak, I respond. “Yes.”
In one swift motion, Christian scoops me into his arms, like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold. When we reach his bedroom, he places me down in the center of the room.
“Turn around,” his silky voice holds a challenge.
I do as I’m told and Christian unzips my dress. He guides my dress down, leaving my breasts exposed. He slowly slides my dress down my body, and it falls to the ground, revealing my black lacy thong. He groans behind me and runs his fingertip over the clock tattoo between my shoulder blades.
“You’re beautiful.” His thumb brushes the outside of my right shoulder. Slowly his fingers work their way down my right side where my other tattoo is. “The detail on this is amazing.”
My piece begins with a shaded pink lotus on my right hip with a tribal design traveling up my side, wrapping around to my shoulder and a purple lotus end the piece. A few fallen petals of the lotus are detailed in the tribal work as they trickle down my back.
Christian lifts his hand out to me. “Step out.” I step over my dress on the floor and turn to face Christian. I attempt to cross my arms over my naked chest, but his hand stops me. “Don’t. I want to look at you.”
“Christian,” I say slightly embarrassed. My body heats as he takes me in.
He lowers his voice, his brown eyes gently, “You have nothing to be ashamed of. You’re stunning.”
He slips his arms out of his tuxedo jacket, laying it across the chair. He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to the bed. Letting me fall back, he begins to unbutton his shirt. I can’t wait for him to unfasten each one. Reaching up, I grab both sides of his dress shirt, tearing it open, buttons crashing to the hardwood floor.
He shrugs out of his shirt, discarding it on the floor. He pulls his white undershirt over his head and stares at my almost naked body as he unfastens his belt, then steps out of his dress pants, leaving him standing before me in nothing but his black boxer briefs.
I slip my heels off and scoot up the bed on my elbows, positioning myself against his pillows. He crawls up the bed, every hard inch of him presses against me as he leans down to kiss me. His tongue sends sparks of ecstasy through my body.
He closes his lips against mine, “Are you sure about this, baby?”
Cupping his face in my hands, I speak with desperate firmness, “I want this, Christian. You have no idea how much I want this.”
With a simple nod, he understands what I want, and most of all, what I need.
Christian’s lips hover before they claim mine. His tongue explores the recesses of my mouth. The kiss starts gentle, then becomes demanding. How does he have this control over me? This kiss isn’t just a kiss, he’s claiming me. Making me his.
His mouth works its way to my neck, nipping, sucking, and biting with every kiss. He sucks hard on my neck by my collarbone, pulling away but not without biting me first. I flinch, and he kisses over the mark I’m sure he made.
“You’re mine, even if just for tonight. You. Are. Mine,” he growls against my neck.
His hands move gently down the length of my body as he explores it. His fingers hook the sides of my thong, and I lift my hips so he can remove it. Christian’s talented tongue makes a path down my ribs to my stomach. His teeth are scraping as he goes. Nipping and sucking his way to my core.
Self-consciously, my hand reaches to cover my C-section scar. A scar I’m not ready to explain to Christian. He moves my hand out of the way and continues ravaging my body with his mouth.
“Don’t be shy now,” he says as he drags me to the edge of the bed and kneels before me. I look at him between my slightly parted legs, my heart banging rapidly inside my chest as he spreads my knees, his gaze pinned on my most intimate part.
His fingers part my folds and skim over my swollen clit, creating a ceaseless firestorm seconds before he inserts a single finger inside me.
“Christian,” I whimper, pressing down against his finger.
He continues his attack on me. Every kiss, lick, or bite has a purpose and it’s driving me crazy. I ache for him to be inside of me. Everywhere he kisses, my body ignites with fire, burning me from the inside out.
Throwing my head back, I squeeze my eyes shut. “Open your eyes, Rory. I want you to see who’s doing to this you. Who is making you come.”
My body rises from the bed and he makes no attempt to hide the fact he’s watching me. The corners of his mouth rise in a grin that makes my skin tingle. He’s enjoying working my body into a frenzy.
He spreads my legs farther apart, placing my legs over his shoulders and buries his face. I am completely exposed for his exploration. He uses his tongue to spear my center and lightly pinches my clit between his fingertips.
“Oh... Christian,” I moan.
Slowly, he works his finger in and out of my core, then adds another. He peppers light kisses on the inside of my thighs. Yet he returns his tongue to the place I need it most, and then slides his fingers through my folds, applying just the right amount of pressure on my clit. He is working my body, I feel his mouth and hands everywhere.
My hips rise from the bed as I grip the sheets. Christian’s hand presses my body back down on the bed as he feasts on me as if I was the dessert at the gala. He sucks and nibbles on my clit causing me to moan his name.
My back arches as I scream his name. He inserts two fingers, then three, stretching me. “You’re so tight,” he says before returning his attack on my clit.
He reaches up with his other hand and pinches my swollen nipple, causing bursts of fireworks to begin to form behind my closed eyelids.
“Open your eyes, Rory.”
Instantly, my eyes open finding him staring at me with his face still buried between my thighs.
His lips suck on my clit while his fingers are hard at work. I don’t know how much more of this I can take, my insides begin to pulse, clamping Christian’s fingers.
I reach for his hair, grinding my hips against his f
ace. His stubble tickles the insides of my thighs. I crush his face against my core with need.
“Christian,” I moan. “I’m coming… don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
My body trembles, but that doesn’t stop Christian’s attack on my body. He sucks on my clit, and then bites it hard, causing another orgasm to hit.
When the trembling subsides, I take several deep breaths. Christian stands at the end of the bed. It takes a few moments for me to recover, and when I’m able to feel my legs again, I kneel on the bed and crawl over to where he’s standing. Sitting in front of him on the end of the bed, his hands fist my hair as he angles my head to thrust his tongue deeper, the taste of my arousal on his tongue, on his lips is invigorating.
Christian stands, his big, aroused cock begging to be let free.
Putting his hand on my waist, he draws my body closer to him. “You can touch me,” he whispers.
My hands glide the sides of his boxers down, exposing his hardened shaft. When his hard cock springs free, my pussy clenches.
“I want you to touch me,” his voice lowers.
“I need you,” I purr.
“Show me. I’m all yours.” Christian challenges me.
My fingers grasp his smooth, hard cock, stroking from his base to tip. He thrusts into my hand, a grunt escaping him.
I lick my lips at the drop of glistening fluid that seeps from the tip, curious what he tastes like. I lean in, sliding my tongue over the swollen head of his cock, watching his eyes widen as I do. Christian’s hand instantly threads into my hair, holding it back from my face so he can watch me take him deep.
“Oh, yes,” he growls, his voice raw with arousal.
Opening my mouth, I slowly slide my lips over his engorged head.
“Don’t stop. Keep doing that. That’s it, just like that,” he encourages me.
Christian’s hand tightens in my hair, gripping it hard. I continue to use my mouth on him while his hips thrust, forcing him deeper until he hits the back of my throat.
“Suck it, baby,” he growls. “Wrap those perfect lips around my cock and suck it hard.”
I peek up at him from beneath my lashes as I take him from tip to root. Slowly, I pull back, swirling my tongue along his swollen head. A growl rumbles deep within him, and his hips surge forward, driving himself to the back of my throat again. His thrusts are smooth and steady. His hand grips my hair, pulling me forward with the drive of his hips.
Quickly he withdraws from my mouth, picking me up and tossing me in the center of his king-size bed.
“Why did you stop me?” I squeal as I bounce on the bed.
“Sweetheart, if I’m going to come, it sure as hell isn’t going to be in your mouth. I want to be buried balls deep in that sweet pussy of yours.”
His eyes meet mine, his face suddenly serious as he crawls over my body on the bed. “Are you sure you want to do this, Rory?” He whispers in my ear, “Because we don’t have to. Just say the word.”
I nod into his shoulder. I’ve only slept with one person, ever, Keith. I need to see what life is like on the other side of the year I’ve been living in.
“I have one rule, we need to use a condom.” My heart hammers in my chest.
“Baby, I don’t ever ride bareback. Never.” He reaches toward the nightstand, pulling out a shiny gold packet and tosses it on the comforter.
“Tell me what you want, Rory.”
“You,” she pants.
“That’s not good enough. Tell me what you want,” he demands.
“I want you.”
“What do you want me to do to you?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
A growl rumbles in his chest. Christian reaches for the condom, and in one swift movement, the packet is open, and I watch him roll it on. He wedges my thighs apart with his knees, never breaking eye contact. We are eye to eye, only our breath separating us.
“This is going to change everything,” he growls against my lips as he pushes slowly inside of me.
Gradually, inch by inch, Christian presses himself inside of me. I inhale sharply as my body adjusts to him. There is a hint of pain as his cock twitches at the sensation.
He touches places in me I swore were dead. ‘This is going to change everything.’ The importance of those few words fall on deaf ears. In this moment, I can’t focus on anything but the need to be fulfilled.
“You’re so tight. You feel so good.” His cheek brushes along mine.
Slowly he pulls out of me, then enters me again. With each thrust of his hips, he gets deeper inside of me. “I’m going to fuck you hard, Rory.”
My eyes close as I fight the urge to pull him closer and succumb to the longing I have burning inside my body… my blood, my heart, my soul.
My greedy lips consume the exposed skin of his neck, tasting, biting, sucking, marking him while he thrusts inside me.
My climax begins to build as Christian pumps his hips hard. Crushing my body to his, he presses his mouth to mine.
My heart rate picks up speed, as does my breathing. My orgasm ricochets through my body, a moan of ecstasy slips through my lips. “Christian, just like that. Don’t stop.”
I shatter in his arms, falling to pieces as I have another orgasm. I lose myself completely, my fingers digging into his back, tearing at him as I shatter beneath him. Christian pumps into me a few more times before he groans out his own pleasure and collapses next to me.
After a few moments, we both find our breath. Christian rolls out of bed, walking to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I feel the bed dip and he pulls me into his side. I tuck my right arm under his pillow and lay my left arm across his chest. He extends his forearm, showing me the clock tattoo on his forearm. “I know the meaning behind mine. Care to share yours?”
“Graduating from medical school was a special event in my life. The day after I received my degree, I got the pocket watch.”
“You have two roses,” Christian states, running his finger over them.
“You’re very observant. I added the roses a few months ago to represent everlasting love.”
A rose for Leah and one for Keith, but I don’t share that with Christian. I keep those thoughts to myself.
“Care to share?” he asks.
I run my fingers lightly over his chiseled chest. “Maybe one day, but not tonight.”
“I won’t push tonight, but I’d like you to share a little more about your life with me.”
“In time, I will,” I reply nervously. I knew this day would come. We’ve been talking a lot lately. Christian is very open when I ask him questions about his family, friends, and his work. I, on the other hand, always seem to avoid questions or I give half-ass answers that won’t give too much of my life, or my past, away.
“Your clock doesn’t have hands?”
“Maybe one day it will. I’m still figuring some things out.”
Christian leans down, placing a soft kiss on my forehead. “I think we’re all trying to figure some things out. Will you stay the night with me?” Christian asks hesitantly.
Hearing the uncertainty in his voice saddens me. “I can do that.”
I run my finger over his tattoo. “What does your pocket watch represent?”
“The hands of the clock are set on my birthday, and the day I gained my very first best friend. My twin. The first person who will always have a part of me, a part of my heart.”
“I’m sure Camryn is honored you incorporated her into your piece.” Spooning into his side, I get comfortable and feel my body relax.
Tonight will be the first time I fall asleep next to a man who isn’t Keith.
Before my mind drifts off, I wonder, does this man have the power to mend my broken heart or does he have the ability to destroy me? I pray it’s the former and hope it’s not the latter.
Chapter Thirteen
Christian
I’ve slept with women. A lot of women. Sex is sex. I never thought more of it. It’s a physical act. A
n act that brings my partner and me great satisfaction. But last night, it was different. Rory was different.
I realized for the first time in forever, I desired something. I wanted Rory Gormley.
Our connection last night wasn’t just about chasing an orgasm. It was about her letting me close to her.
But why do I feel like Rory’s a million miles away this morning? She’s staring into her cup of coffee with both hands wrapped securely around it.
“Rory, are you okay?”
She doesn’t respond. The silence is killing me. The only sound in the apartment is the screeching sound of the stool against the hardwood in my kitchen when she stands. Rory gathers her coffee and walks over to the window, staring out at the City skyline.
Leaning against the island, I cross my foot over my ankle and my bare arms across my chest. “Is this the part where you tell me last night was a mistake?” I ask. The words sting as they pass my lips, still warm from her kisses.
She nods and turns around, holding my dress shirt sans the buttons against her bare breasts. “It was,” her voice barely above a whisper.
I glance up and see tears glistening in her eyes.
“I’ve thought about this Rory. A million times, but not once did those thoughts ever result in only one night.”
“What did you expect?”
“Not one night, damn it,” I growl walking closer to her.
She usual vibrant eyes show confusion. “This could never work between us.” She shrugs in mock resignation.
“How do you know if you aren’t willing to try?” I reply.
Rory sets her coffee cup in the sink and turns to face me.
“What are you afraid of?” I demand.
“This,” she says pointing her finger between our two bodies.
“Please elaborate because I’m baffled. Last night was amazing. We had a great time at the gala. We came back here, and we made love. Then this morning, you’re not the woman who fell asleep in my arms.”
“I’m not a person who sleeps with random men.”
“Could have fooled me, sweetheart. What we did last night, wasn’t,” I do air quotes “Sleeping, we fucked and we fucked good.”
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