Conklin's Blueprints (20 page)

His hands started to trail across my back.  His fingertips were surprisingly smooth.  The gentleness of his caressing gave me goose bumps.  He took a deep breath in, and then let his hands go to my shorts, carefully not to cop a feel while letting them fall to my ankles.  I was so glad I wore my hot pink matching lace undies and bra. 

He pulled back the comforter and took both of my hands, pulling me to the bed.  I laid down on the sheets, trying to cover my stomach with my hands.  He swiftly pulled off his shorts to reveal black Under Armour boxer briefs and crawled next to me.  The bedroom was dark, the only light came seeping from the downstairs kitchen above the sink causing a slight glow to his beautiful face.  I was okay with the minimal light.  He might be okay with me staring at his body, but I was certainly not comfortable enough to let his smoldering eyes take me in.

He gently kissed me and then rolled me so I was lying on my stomach.  I felt his hands run up my back, hover over my bra strap then up to my neck.  He pulled my hair to the side and ran his fingertips along my shoulders, moving carefully over my bra strap.  His touch was so intense and so intimate.  I could hear him trying to control his breath.  Nice big deep breaths that seemed to get deeper every time his hand got to the top of my panty line.  I could feel the energy as he moved over my behind down the lining of my underwear, not letting his hand make contact with the thin fabric that was separating our skin.  They were boy shorts, so my cheeks were hanging out.  I sucked in a breath when his hand came back down to my skin.  That little spot where my backside met my thigh was sensitive, causing more goose bumps to travel up my spine.

“Your skin is so smooth,” he breathed, placing feather light kisses on my upper back.  His hands kept traveling in the same spot, from my neck, stopping at the strap of my bra to lift his hand and then back down my spine, stopping at my panties, and picking back up again at the edge of my behind down the back of my thighs. 

I wanted his hands to swoop completely down my whole back, so once he started back upwards I shakily said, “You can unstrap it if you want to.” 

His fingers stopped.  I peeked open my eyes to look at him.  He looked like he was fighting something internally.  “I thought these were your touch boundaries?  I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”  I leaned up on my elbows and placed a kiss on his lips.  It was meant to be gentle, but became deeper.  Tyler snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me on top of him.  His arms were wrapped around me tight as he invaded my mouth.  His thumbs were brushing against the strap, as though he were contemplating what to do.

“Please,” I begged against his lips.  Was I really begging him for this?  Yes, I was.  I wanted him desperately.

He fumbled with the clasp and it broke free.  He rubbed his hands up and down my back numerous times in a slow and sensual rhythm.  It felt amazing to have his strong hands stroking my bare skin.  I leaned up just enough to allow my bra to come off my arms and slide off, quickly pressing my chest back to his.  He let out a loud groan and squeezed me even tighter.  The friction between our undergarments was driving me mad, causing me to rock my hips into him.

Suddenly, Tyler sat up, keeping his lips to mine and holding my head firmly in place with his hands.  His kisses slowed and he began to speak, “Becca, this isn’t why I wanted you to come here tonight.  This isn’t what tonight was supposed to be about.”  His voice shuddered when he talked.

I quickly froze, pulling slightly away, wrapping my hands around my chest.  Did he not want me?  Oh my God, all of this was practically my idea.  Was I throwing myself at him?  I said I would never do that again!

He sensed my insecurity and pulled me back to him.  “I don’t want you to think this is all I want from you.  Having sex with you was not my intention for the evening.  I just wanted to be close to you.  To touch you…”  His voice trailed as he placed a tender kiss on my lips.  He was totally honest.  He wanted to try something he had never tried, and it was to let his hands caress my skin.  It was very romantic, but was I being the one who was instigating this?

“So, you don’t want this?”  I croaked, feeling ashamed.

His eyes grew wide with his grin, “Oh, baby doll, you know I want this.”

He was right.  I could feel he wanted me.  I could feel
all
of him.

I slowly moved my arms from my chest and brought my hands to his cheeks, massaging them with my thumbs.  He relaxed his face in my hands closing his eyes.  I moved my hands down to his chest, under his arms and across to his back.  He took a deep breath keeping his mouth slightly opened.  Touching was something he wasn’t used to, which must be why he is so sensitive to it.  That was what he wanted to try tonight, us exploring each other’s bodies with our hands. 

“So this is what you’re not used to?” I gently asked, circling my fingertips on his defined shoulder blades.

He opened his eyes and gazed at me.  “One of them, yes.”  He pulled my hands from his back and brought them to his lips.  “You’d be amazed the effect these have on me,” he said, grazing his lips over my fingers.

His expression was so somber and soft.  It made my heart melt.  I was seriously falling for this secretive man.

“I want to make love to you tonight.  But only if you say yes.”  His eyes were intensely soft as he kept giving my hands soft kisses. 

How could I say no to him?  I trusted that he wasn’t going to use me; maybe we would be able to have a normal relationship?  Pushing any what ifs out of my head, I leaned in to kiss him.  He let go of my hands and rolled so he was on top of me.  I ran my hands up his chest, basking in the feeling of his dampening skin.  He moaned into my throat, his tongue tracing down to my collarbone.  He was unraveling with every sensual touch I gave him.  He moved down lower, leaving a trail of kisses between my breasts to my belly.  I started to squirm; his mouth was getting closer to that sweet spot I was very shy about.  His mouth finally reached the top of my panty line as I gasped from the warmth of his mouth.  I quickly became embarrassed and pulled him up to my mouth, kissing him rapidly.  I dug my nails down his back and slipped my hands under his boxer briefs.  He growled into my mouth, yanking them off of his body.  There was only one very small piece of clothing left between us.   He lay on his side next to me, bringing his hand down to remove the last garment from my body.  He never took his eyes off of mine as I arched my back to help him remove it.  Throwing the pink lace to the side of the bed, he leaned over and reached into the drawer of his night stand.  I knew what he was getting, a good thing considering I hadn’t been on the pill since my irresponsibleness took place in Florida.

He was playing with the wrapper in his hand as he hovered over me.

“Are you sure you want this?” he murmured into my lips. 

“Yes,” my voice was raspy with anticipation.  I never wanted anything so badly.  This man could unravel me, and at that point, I knew I would do anything for him.  

He opened the packet and his hand disappeared briefly and then came back up to my face.  He looked into my eyes pressing his forehead against mine. 

“Becca, please touch me,” his eyes were pleading.  I wrapped my hands around his back and down to his backside, urging him into me.  He gasped as we were finally in that place we had both desperately wanted.  His lips were all over me, my neck, collarbone, jaw.  His hands held my head as he kept his pace deliciously slow.

Remembering his plea, I ran my hands through his hair and down his back, savoring every touch.  His body was trembling and the feeling of goose bumps on his skin made me wild and needy.  He moved his hands from my face and laid them flat on the mattress, tilting himself up so he could get a better angle.  I pulled him into me harder, basking in the new feeling of the different incline, my breathing becoming difficult to control.  I screwed my eyes shut and let out a loud moan when he moved one of his hands to my thigh, pulling it upward, driving into me deeper.   A low groan escaped his throat as his pace picked up, knowing he was close to unraveling me.  He tilted his hips to hit my sweet spot as he buried his head into my neck.  The ache in my belly was rising as I met his every thrust with my hips, digging my nails into his back.   I couldn’t take the build any longer; I was so close to that final wave of ecstasy.  

All of the caressing and touching led to this, this one feeling my body had begged for ever since that first kiss on the beach.  I didn’t care anymore if he wanted to keep our relationship a secret.  Being so close to him was worth it.   

His breathing became more ragged as he met my hips.  “Becca… I’m so close… I want to feel you… please… let go…”

His moaning plea was all I needed to unravel.  He groaned and landed one last thrust into me.  I could feel him pumping inside of me, causing my orgasm to ripple on.  He relaxed his body on top of mine as I felt his warm breath graze my chest.  I kept my hands on his back, wanting him to still feel connected, knowing my touch was what he was craving.

Tyler rolled to his side pulling me with him.  He brushed my cheek and gave me a lopsided smile.  I looked down to his chest trying to hide my blush. 

“Why are you blushing?” he asked trying to hide his amusement.  His grin was huge, causing me to blush even more.  I buried my face into his chest, hugging him tighter.  He squeezed me tighter as well, letting out a chuckle and kissing my hair.

“Well I am naked lying next to my boss’ boss.”

I could sense his smirk.  “That is one way to move up in a company.”

I pulled my hand off his back to slap his chest. 

He pulled me even closer to him so my hand was pressed between his chest and mine.  Sighing in exhaustion, I drifted to sleep in his arms.

Chapter 13

I awoke to an empty bed and a bright sunbeam cascading through the window.  I heard the faint sound of water coming from the bathroom.  Tyler must be in the shower.  The thought brought a smile to my face.  We had spent a wonderful evening together, talking, cuddling, and making love… I sighed and hugged one of the throw pillows.  Was it possible to make love if you weren’t sure if you were even in love?  He was very special to me that was for sure.  I could only hope he felt the same.  He had to, considering he was apprehensive about sleeping with me, worried about me thinking he would take advantage of me. 

I stretched as I stood up, feeling sore.  It had been a while since I felt this type of sore.  It made me blush.  I decided to go downstairs and make us breakfast.  It was only 7:30am, and I would have time to make us breakfast and get ready within an hour.  I grabbed my T-shirt and shorts and threw them on, racing down the stairs to raid his kitchen.

I found some eggs in the fridge and started to scramble them in a frying pan.  By the time I was about to put the eggs on two plates Tyler came walking down the spiral staircase knotting his tie.  He was dressed in all black and looked sleek and sexy with his chin down and his eyes focusing on the knot of his tie.

“Good morning,” he said as he reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Hi,” was all I could manage to say.  I bit my lip as I studied his physique.  His dazzling teeth flashed me a smile as he sat down at the breakfast bar. 

“You didn’t have to make breakfast,” he said in awe.

I shrugged my shoulders and put the plate of steaming eggs in front of him.  Taking my plate I sat beside him.  “It wasn’t too hard.”

“I was going to wake you when I got out of the shower.  I thought I would let you sleep for a little bit longer, since I kept you up late last night,” he said without skipping a beat.  I blushed at his reference, unable to look at his face.  “I hope you don’t mind, but I have a meeting at 8:00am, so I called a cab to have them come get you at 8:15am.  I didn’t want to make you come early with me.”

I shook my head at him.  “It’s fine.  Either way would have been fine.  I’m sure I could have found things around the office to do for a half hour.  I have to revise those blueprints for your father and pass them on to plumbing.”  Shit, I had to work on Ashlynn’s prints too. Come to think of it, I don’t even think she sent me her ideas.

He looked a bit contrite.  It made me nervous.  Hiding his uneasiness he quickly smiled at me.  “Maybe next time.”  I bit my lip trying to contain my glee.  He wanted to have a next time. 

He shoveled his eggs and brought his plate to the sink, and then walked back over to me.  He nudged his way in between my legs and cradled my head with his hands. 

“Can I see you again tonight?”  The words came off his lips in a hush.  His eyes were doughy with wonder.  I took a sharp breath in, his gaze was hypnotizing.  I nodded my head, unable to speak.  A sly smile came across his face.  “Until tonight,” he said kissing me tenderly.  I kept my eyes closed as he pulled away.  He walked to the door and pointed to a key rack.  “Here is my spare key; you can take it to lock up.”  Giving me one last mega-watt smile, he opened the door and left.

I hunched over the breakfast bar unable to wipe the ridiculous grin off my face.  While sitting in a daze I noticed the clock.  I only had 30 minutes.  Shoot!  I ran upstairs to get ready to go.

~

I shockingly got myself in order in the nick of time.   Just as I was walking out of Tyler’s building the cab pulled up.  I felt new and regenerated after last night with Tyler.  He wanted to be with me, he just didn’t know how.  It was something I was willing to work through for him. 

I looked in the mirror on the back of the caBs seat and checked out the sassy red lipstick Jamie hid in one of her heels.  A note was wrapped around it.

This will knock him to his knees.  Get it baby!
  I don’t think I could ever live without her. 

I had a very exotic look to me with the red heels and necklace.  I almost felt like I should have been wearing leopard print instead of black. No, that would have been too much; I already didn’t look like myself.  I even went a little heavier on the eyeliner.  Nothing could touch me today.  My phone chirped just as I was finished checking my makeup.  I looked down at it and saw it was Ashlynn.  She wanted to bring her ideas to me and thought that would be easier.  Whatever.  Maybe Tyler would want to hang out again Friday, and Saturday…