Broken Dreams (29 page)

“Well, to be honest, I hope to do both.” Oh no, not the deep rasp again. He slid over on the couch a little. I froze as he cupped my cheek in his cold palm. “I had such a nice time chatting with you last night. You know, I haven’t met anyone like you before. You are honest, spunky and, my god, you are so beautiful.” I looked down in embarrassment. “I wanted to kiss you so bad last night. I hope I’m not being too forward.” He moved in so close, I could feel his breath on my lips. I swallowed hard. Our lips were millimeters apart, and then he whispered, “May I?” I was putty.

I wanted to slap some sense into myself, but it was as if he had put a spell on me. He was hot, a gentleman, and probably a man whore, but I could look past that for the time being. Chalk one up for me for having a run in with the flat tire and phone thieving fairies.

“Yes…,” I breathed out.

He closed the distance between us and brushed his soft lips across mine. He paused to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. Then he tilted his head and began kissing me gently. I heard him groan to himself, which turned me on and made my insides stir. He slowly pulled away, leaving me breathless. He ran his fingers down my neck to my hand. His gorgeous eyes were boring into me, trying to read my every move. I was ready to lay back and let him take me right there, but I decided to act like a lady for the moment.

We finished our drinks, while chatting a little about nothing, and we left for Christiano’s.

When we entered the restaurant, I was looking around at all the luxury. It was hard to see all the fancy people in the dim lighting, but I was certain that I wouldn’t run into anyone I knew there. Between the idle chatting and the soft music playing in the background, there was a quiet murmur throughout.

When we reached the table, I was impressed with the setting…the white linens and perfectly placed water glasses, napkins, and utensils. It was much different than the rolled up paper napkin/cheap silverware combo that I was used to.

I was not the type of girl who was going to order a small salad, as I watched my date eat lobster and steak. I liked to eat, and I wasn’t going to waste an extravagant meal in a place like that. So, after a brief discussion about what looked tasty on the menu, I ordered the same.

He spent a lot of time just watching me. I almost felt like he was studying me. I was feeling somewhat self-conscious, and his constant stare made it difficult to eat.

“I’m sorry if I am making you uncomfortable. I shouldn’t stare at you so much. I’m just… I don’t know. I can’t believe you would want go out on a date with me.” I burst out laughing.

Funniest. Epiphany. Ever.

“What?” He looked legitimately confused and I took another sip of wine.

“Have you seen yourself?”

“Every damn day.” He still looked confused.

“Let’s just say that I was thinking the same thing.”

“Really?” He took another bite of his steak, chewing it slowly. He was obviously rolling my words over and over in his head.

The waiter came over and refilled our glasses of wine for what seemed like the fourth or fifth time. I lost count. Even with the surf and turf in my stomach, the alcohol was starting to hit me pretty hard. What can I say? I was a lightweight. I was beginning to feel brave and a little less inhibited.

“So how did that beautiful face of yours get bruised up?”

He quirked an eyebrow at me. “You want the truth, or do you want some version of it?”

“I would love the truth. I’m all about being honest.”

“Right. Well…it’s kind of not pretty.” I raised my eyebrow. “You drive a hard bargain, my love.” I was briefly stunned when he called me “my love”. I had to shake it off.

“That I do,” I murmured.

“I got into an altercation at the gym.” Again, with the eyebrow. “He was an ass. I was defending myself. The ambulance took him away, and I wasn’t arrested. The end.”

“Hmm. Well, if it was self-defense…” Then I shrugged. He smirked and I could see the relief in his eyes.

When the waiter came back to refill our glasses once again, we ordered dessert. We ended up sharing a chocolate pot de crème. If it was just me, I would have inhaled the entire thing myself without blinking. He confessed that he had a horrible sweet tooth. Likewise, my friend.

After the delicious, outrageously priced dinner, we sat back and had a few more glasses of wine. We talked and laughed a lot. I was feeling so comfortable around him. It could have been all the wine, but we connected. Kismet? Quite possibly.

As embarrassing as this is to admit, I invited him home with me that night. I’m sure all the excess of wine had something to do with it. It made me ballsier than usual. Believe me when I say I never did that. I can count on one hand how many times I have had sex, but I couldn’t help myself. He was stunning, and I was in desperate need of him.

The entire ride back to my apartment was full of nervous laughter and small talk. When we made it to my door, I hoped Claire wasn’t there. I opened the door, and the lights were off. I thanked her silently, and flicked them on.

As soon as I closed my apartment door, Henry grabbed my face with both of his hands and began kissing me with a passion that I had never felt before. He pulled me close into his stellar body and moaned into my mouth as his tongue took over. He broke the kiss.

“It’s getting warm in here.” The rasp in his voice made my knees weak. A slow, sexy smile spread across his lips.

When he shrugged off his jacket and turned to lay it on the chair, I saw the faint lines of a tattoo across his upper back through his white button-down shirt. We took up residence on my couch. He pulled me onto his lap and I straddled his hips. His hands traveled up and down my sides. He was kissing me hungrily, and then he reached up and pulled the clip out of my hair.

“I like it down,” he murmured in my ear as my hair swept down around my shoulders. He pulled back and looked at me for a moment. “Jesus Christ, Elaina. You are so beautiful.” He dove in and kissed me some more. He was an amazing kisser. I’m sure he had tons of practice. He must have had to beat the women off with a stick. Still, I was in shock that he wanted me. I hoped I wasn’t the last single woman in the area that he hadn’t slept with yet.

He ran his hand over my small breast. I let out a slight moan and began unbuttoning his shirt.

“Maybe we should head into my bedroom?” I said, between his kisses.

“That’s up to you,” he drawled as he kissed my neck. I shuddered in excitement. I stood up and took his hand, guiding him to my bedroom.

I yanked his shirt out of his pants and finished unbuttoning it. He was deliciously fit and, from what I could see, quite aroused. I was a little nervous because he looked a little larger than I had ever dealt with…and he was still tucked in his pants!

I ran my hands down his sexy, muscled shoulders to his cut abdomen, feeling the hardness of his muscles under my small hands. He groaned as he kissed me. I traced the lines of the V that was like an arrow, directing me to the place I wanted to touch.

“You have an amazing body.” I was almost drooling. He looked like a model.

“Thanks. I think we need to even up a little here. I need to see you.” He grabbed my hand and gently spun me around. He laid his hands on my lower abdomen, pulling me into his body. He nipped at my ear, while swaying our hips back and forth together. He reached between us and unzipped my dress.

Thankfully, I wore one of my only matching bra/panties sets, just in case. They were black lace, and I thought they were sexy. He spun me back around, and looked me up and down after the dress hit the floor.

“Shit. You are stunning. Perfectly curvy.” He pulled me close again, and I felt his thickness swell, begging to be released from its confinement. I unbuckled his belt and his pants. He had on these really foxy, tight black boxers that were low cut, exposing that long track of dark hair that ran below the waist. I ran my hand over his thickness. He closed his eyes and sucked in a hard breath.

My body was buzzing. I needed him. I tugged his arm, walking backward to my bed. As I leaned back, he laid on top of me, pushing his hips into mine, grinding his hard length against my begging core. He kissed my neck and trailed down to my nonexistent cleavage. He unhooked the clasp on my bra, and he groaned when he finally saw me. I was thrilled that he was enjoying my body.

He kissed my chest and ran his tongue around my perky pinks. I nearly convulsed. His tongue must have had some sort of magic in it because it was making my body do crazy things that it had never done before. He reached down and began massaging me, grinding the lace panties into my heated, wet flesh. I was drenched and ready. I wanted him in the worst way. He looked up at me with those dazzling eyes.

“You are so fucking ready for me. But not yet.” He slowly pulled off my black lace panties and shimmied out of his boxers. He kissed my abdomen, nipped at my skin, and he made it to my hip bone. Each kiss felt better than the last. I was enjoying every second of his lips on my body.

Then it hit me: Oh, god. He was about to do a muff dive. I hoped that I was fresh smelling. Glad I did some proper grooming in the shower that afternoon. He went in for the kill. His tongue teased my nub. My hips bucked under him. I moaned so loud, it was embarrassing.

He looked up at me and smirked. “God, you smell and taste amazing. You like that, my love?”

“Yes. More,” I rasped. He teased me, moving his tongue around my folds, sucking and dipping his tongue in as far as he could. Good god, it was intense and amazing, and I couldn’t help but move my hips to the rhythm of his tongue. Then he slid in a couple fingers. He knew exactly where to massage, and in less than a minute, I was pulsating feverously around his fingers.

I heard him chuckle a little. “You want more, my love?” Christ, he was going to kill me.

“I want you.” I reached over into my nightstand and pulled out a condom. He happily obliged and leaned back on his knees. He rolled it over his veiny, heavy thickness. I about died when I saw it, and worried that it wouldn’t fit.

Henry crawled up on me and began kissing me again. I could taste myself on his tongue. He was balancing his upper body in a push up position, staring at me. His eyes were sparkling and dancing.

“You are so gorgeous.” He surely knew how to pour on the charm. He positioned his tip at my entrance. “You sure? We can stop now if you want. I want you badly, but if you want to stop, I’m fine with that.”

“Please. I need more of you.” I was a hot mess of desire and need. He slowly slid his thickness into me. I gasped as he stretched me and filled me to my max. He groaned and bit his lower lip. He waited for a few seconds before he could say or do anything. I was thankful for his pause because I needed a minute to get used to him.

“Oh, god, you’re so fucking tight. I can barely handle it.” He looked into my eyes and saw my struggle. “You alright?” My nod was slow, and I was still unable to breathe. “You sure?” I nodded again. He lovingly stroked my cheek with his thumb, as he settled his big body down on me.

He wrapped his arms under mine, holding me firmly in place. He breathed deep, and began moving his entire length in and out of me. I gripped onto his shoulders and dug in with my nails. He felt so damn good.

He worked me with a slow, deliberate rhythm for a while.

“You want more from me, my love?” The sexy rasp and calling me “my love” was killing me.

“Yes. More,” I moaned. I popped my hips up, and he began an assault like I’ve never felt before. His thrusts were harsh and deep. Immediately, he was panting. He was an above ten on the sexy scale while he was fucking my brains out.

“Fffuuuuck, Elaina. You feel so good,” he moaned. I felt my core stirring again. I was close, and I had a feeling he was, too, considering he was trembling.

He pounded into me furiously, and I lost it. I wrapped my legs around his body and cried out as waves of great pleasure crashed over me. My core exploded, soaking the both of us.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Scream for me!” I obliged.

Then I demanded something that I had never demanded before. “Henry…pound me harder!” He wasn’t going to argue. I wanted to ride out the last seconds, enjoying his power. Then I clamped my muscles down on his thickness. He growled again, in a sexy way. I planned to milk him dry.

“Shit, love. Holy shhhiiit.” A deep throaty groan escaped his body. He rolled his beautiful eyes and popped his hips into me a couple more times until he fell on top of me, covering me like a blanket. I felt I had accomplished my mission. I wrapped my arms around his chilled, muscular body while he caught his breath.

He slowly pulled out, being careful that his juices stayed in the condom. He reached over and tossed it in the trash can next to my nightstand as he rolled off of me. I laid on my side, facing him.

“Hands down, best sex of my life.” He looked so calm and relaxed. He lazily laid his arm across my waist. I was shyly smiling at him. “For real. I’m not joking. That was crazy good. I hope I pleased you.” He pulled me closer and gave me a nice kiss.

“You’re just saying that. You probably say that to every woman you bed. And, yes, you got me good.”

He smiled with pride. “I’ve had my fair share of shitty sex with women who lay there and do nothing or barely moan. I mean, how am I supposed to know if I am working her over correctly if I don’t get a response? I’m telling you, love, no words can describe what we just did. Fucking amazing.” Again with the “love” thing.

I liked him saying that because it made me feel good. I smiled at his beautiful, slightly bruised face. “I have to admit it was pretty spectacular. That’s the first time that I’ve come twice in one session.” He grinned with pride again, and kissed me.