Conklin's Blueprints (28 page)

Shoot, I forgot about dessert.  “Sorry, I didn’t make anything.  We could go get something if you want?”

A sly grin spread across his face, “Oh, I think you did.  You’re not wearing that dress just for the fun of it.”  He stood up and walked over to me.  I kept drinking my wine, trying to rid the embarrassment from my face.  He took my wine from my hand and set it back down on the table.  He leaned on the table and ran his thumb across my cheek to my lower lip.  My eyes were locked on his.  I couldn’t move my mouth because I was so caught off guard by his gesture.

“How about, you go run a bath, while I clean this up,” he said, his words were slow and deliberate as his eyes smoldered into mine.

I gulped.  I had just taken a shower maybe an hour ago.  Why did he want me to take a bath?  He sensed my confusion.  “I will come join you, if you don’t mind…”  His voice trailed off but his eyes were fixated on me.  I wasn’t so sure about being in a bath with him, but if I got it started, I wouldn’t have to get in with him watching my every move.

“Okay,” I finally mustered the strength to say. 

He took my hand and helped me stand up.  His eyes trailed down my body, all the way to my very high heels, then back up.  “I hope one day you will let me help you out of your dress with the lights on,” he smirked.

I squirmed under his stare.  Then a thought crossed my mind as my squirm faded and bravery kicked in.

“Will you unzip it for me?” I asked.  His eyes widened as I turned around so my back was facing him.  I heard him swallow as he moved my hair to my shoulder.  I felt his hand start at my neck and move down to the zipper, slowly pulling the clasp down to my lower back.  He kissed my neck as his hands touched the bare skin of my back.

“I better go start the bath.  Try not to take too long.”  I said with my best flirty tone while walking away.  I heard him let out a gasp and then the sound of plates clinking.  A slinky smile crossed my face. 

Once I got to the bathroom I had realized what I said.  I must have sounded like an idiot!  I quickly turned on the faucet and willed it to hurry up and fill the bath.  I found some bubble soap and fragrance oils to put in the large marble tub.  They hadn’t been opened, so it was safe to say he hadn’t taken a romantic bubble bath with anyone before.  The sooner the water would fill up, the sooner I could hide amongst the bubbles.  I didn’t want him to think I was ready for him to see me in full form.  When I let him unzip my dress I probably led him on.  Once the tub was halfway full, I shimmied out of my dress and threw my bra and thong on the ground next to it.  I caught my body standing in Jamie’s stilettos in the mirror.  The extra height made my body not look as frumpy, and for once, I felt okay as I stared at myself in the mirror.  I quickly pulled myself out of my trance and yanked the heels off to climb in the tub.  I took the hair tie off my wrist to throw my hair up so it wouldn’t get wet.  It wasn’t the best pony tail I ever made, but I didn’t mind strands of hair falling out of it.

The water was warm and refreshing and I instantly relaxed.  Just as I was turning off the faucet Tyler came sauntering into the bathroom.  He started to undo his tie and unbutton his shirt.  I kept my head low in the bubbles.  He moved over by the door and flicked a few switches.  The lights started to dim and soft classical music started to play in the background.  It was quite the mood setting, and I wondered if he had swooned other women in this bathtub.  I quickly pushed the thought out of my mind.  He said he didn’t really have relationships, and he made it sound like he only had done ‘quick fucks’, so romance probably wasn’t a part of his usual repertoire. 

“Still okay if I join you?” he asked, pulling off his white undershirt.  I nodded my head, hiding in the bubbles.  He was going to undress in front of me.  I had obviously seen parts of him, but not all at once in the open.  He started to undo his pants, and I turned my head to the wall, looking at the intricate tile.  I heard him let out a soft chuckle as he pulled his pants down. 

The water swooshed around the tub as Tyler sat down across from me.  He reached for my foot and started to rub it.  I finally turned my head to look at his grinning face.

“You don’t have to be so shy you know,” he said, his face alight with humor. 

I bit my lip, trying to contain my blush.  I didn’t know what to say to him.  Here I was naked in a bubble bath with Mr. Secretive.  Maybe now would be the time to try and dig a little deeper into what it was he was hiding. 

“So when I was talking to Nathan today he said your mom was hoping you and your brothers would come visit her more when she gave you the condos.”

He rolled his eyes and took my other foot in his hands.  “Yeah, I don’t know why.  She wasn’t exactly mother of the year.  She was more interested in keeping up with her social circle than being our mother.”

My mother wasn’t always the greatest either, but we still got along.  I still loved her, and I couldn’t imagine life without her.  What could his mother have done to him that caused so much animosity? 

“How often do you see her?” I asked.

He shrugged his shoulders.  “I don’t know, holidays, company parties.”

“Does she call you a lot?”

“Probably once or twice a week.  I don’t always talk to her though.”

“And you only see your dad at work?”

“Mainly yes, and major holidays.”

“Was your dad not around a lot when you were younger?”

He set my foot down on the outside of his thigh and pulled my calves up so I would slide forward in between his legs.  He put his hands on my hips.  “Why all the probing questions?”

Shoot, I had been caught.  “I’m just trying to get to know you better,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant.  His hands ran to my back and pulled me closer to him, the inside of his elbows embracing my knees.  It was surprisingly comfortable.

“My mom is more enthralled with her wine than she is with me.”

I tilted my head, “If she is calling you a few times a week I’m sure she wants to be in your life.  Maybe you should give her another chance?”

Tyler rolled his eyes and sighed, bringing his hands so they were behind his head.  His biceps looked huge.  He was so handsome even with a scowl on his face.  I sat up and straddled him while putting my arms around his neck.  He seemed startled by my action.

“Hey, don’t be mad.  Nathan just made it sound like you didn’t like your parents; I’m just trying to figure out why.”

“Weren’t you the one avoiding your mother’s phone calls so you wouldn’t have to go to your family dinner a few weeks ago?” he said accusingly.

“Yes, but I’m also the one who was willing to not come here with you unless I got back in time to go to family dinner.” 

He gazed at me as though he didn’t know what to think.  Maybe he didn’t know what a normal family was?  From what I had concocted in my brain, his dad didn’t make time for his family, and his mother was trying to cope with her husband not being there for her.

“Come with me tomorrow.”

Tyler furrowed his eyebrows.  “To your parent’s house?”  I nodded my head while biting my lip. He looked to be struggling with something internally. 

“Becca I don’t know…”

He was worried about my dad.  Not the normal worried for his approval, but worried about it getting out that we were seeing each other outside of work.

“My dad won’t say anything.  He understands how important it is to not mix your social life with your work life.  Although I know there is more to it than that…” I trailed off.  His hands were suddenly around me.

“Stop it,” he spat.  “Stop thinking like that.  It’s my own issues, not because of you.”

“What issues?”  I said, sounding angry.

He tilted his head back and groaned.  “It’s my dad, okay; I don’t want him to know we are together.”

There it was in black and white.  He didn’t want his father to know.  Not wanting him to have a sour mood the rest of the evening I decided to drop it.  I could drill him on why another time.

“Okay.  But will you come with me tomorrow?  I promise my family won’t say anything.”  I rubbed my nose against his, trying to get a smile to cross his face.  My pleading seemed to work because his arms held me tighter and a half smile came across his lips.

“Okay I will go with you.  Can we please enjoy the bath now?” he said, moving his hands from my shoulders to my behind giving each cheek a gentle squeeze.  I giggled and squirmed.

“Why did you want to take a bath anyway?” I asked, pressing myself against his chest.

He swiftly laid me back against the tub wall and took a washcloth from the built in shelf.  He put some body wash on it and rubbed it together and started to wash me everywhere. 

“What, you wanted to wash me?  I did this an hour and a half ago.  I could have saved you the trouble.”  I giggled as his hand brushed against my side.

“I want to kiss you all over,” he said moving his hands in between my thighs.  I sucked in air as his hand made contact with my most intimate place.  “I want you to feel comfortable.”

I closed my eyes and took in a breath.  The texture of the washcloth felt so different.  Then my eyes popped open and I realized what he meant by kissing me all over.  He had a sexy smile spread across his face.  I grabbed his wrist and he furrowed his eyebrows at me.

“What?” he asked.

I bit my lip, afraid to tell him how much of a wimp I was for not wanting him to kiss me there.

He shook his head smiling.  “I think we are clean enough.”  He lazily climbed out of the tub and wrapped a towel around his waist then grabbed another towel and held it out for me to step into.  My legs wouldn’t move under his stare.  He rolled his eyes then closed them.  “I won’t look,” he said, trying to hide his amusement.

I carefully climbed out of the tub into the towel he held open for me.  Keeping his eyes closed he helped me wrap it around my body, rubbing my shoulders with his hands.  He slowly opened his eyes, his lips still containing the same amused smile.  Tyler leaned in and kissed me gently.

“I’m glad you came with me this weekend,” he said against my lips.  I grinned into his mouth.  “Now let me pay you back for when I left you hanging earlier.” My grin quickly faded as I looked at him wide eyed.

His sexy smirk spread across his face as he ushered me to the bedroom.  “Why don’t you lie down?” Tyler couldn’t contain the excitement in his eyes.  I sat down on the bed holding the towel around my body.  Tyler went over by the dresser and pulled out a remote that dimmed the lighting.  I was half expecting music to start playing like it did in the bathroom.  He pulled back the covers on the other side of the bed and urged for me to climb in.  I kept the towel around me and scooted over to the other side of the bed where he had pulled the red covers back.  He leaned over me, causing me to lie down underneath him as his lips found mine.  They were so soft and welcoming.  I ran my hands down his chest.  He was still damp from the bath water.  “What are you going to do to me, Tyler?” I whispered into his mouth.

“Oh baby doll, I’m going to kiss you all over,” his voice was so low and intense, I felt like my heart was going to jump out of my chest.

His lips grazed my jaw down my neck and to my chest.  His hand was on mine, slowly moving it away from its tight grip on the towel.  He pulled the towel to the side exposing my breasts.  I tried to stop my body from quivering, but there was no use.  The second his tongue touched my delicate skin I gasped.

“Relax please,” Tyler’s words were muffled from entrapping my skin between his lips.  I didn’t know where to put my hands so I settled for grasping the sheets.

He traced his tongue down to my navel and then trailed kisses to my hipbone, drawing a line with his lips to my other hipbone.  His breath was ragged now.   He trailed his lips down my hip to the top of my thigh, getting closer and closer.  My body started to tremble, whether it was from anticipation or fear, I wasn’t sure.

“Tyler…” I whispered, gently grabbing a fist full of his hair.  I tried to pull him up, but he fought me and kept creeping closer to my intimate area.  I yanked a little harder, my nerves taking over.  He grunted and looked up, grasping my wrists from his hair.

“Would you relax?” he groaned, his eyes wildly looking into mine.  “I’m going to do this, and you aren’t going to want me to stop.”  Before I could further protest his mouth was on me and I gasped.  The warmth of his breath combined with the smoothness of his tongue caused me to shiver.

Tyler grunted into me, causing my skin to vibrate, it was so
hot
.  His hands were wrapped around my thighs holding my legs opened.  I felt so exposed, but at the same time I didn’t want him to stop.

“Tyler, please,” I begged, grabbing another fistful of his hair.  As good as it felt, I wanted him to be inside of me in other ways.  He slowly shook his head, his tongue moving from side to side, causing a completely different sensation to unfold.  I groaned loudly and arched my back.  He moved his tongue up higher and made a circling motion.  My breathing became erratic, and if it didn’t feel so amazing I would be embarrassed.  I found my hands pushing him down versus pulling him up.  He grunted again, “Do you like that?”

His muffled words turned me on.  Instead of circling me with his tongue, he started to suck and my whole body quaked. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he moved his finger in and out of me ever so slowly.  I couldn’t contain it anymore, I had to let go.  I never thought I could shake from my insides out.  Tyler continued to move his tongue on me while my body simmered down, except the simmering was turning back into a boil.

“Tyler, please, I want you to be inside of me,” I pleaded.

I gasped as he entered me, but it wasn’t with what I originally wanted.  His tongue was a tease, and I couldn’t take it anymore.  His hands and mouth switched places as he gently caressed where he was sucking early with his fingers.  My skin was boiling again, and before I knew it, the water was going to be all over the stove.

I moaned again, digging my nails into his shoulders.  I didn’t think I could come again so fast.  He clearly knew what he was doing.  The need for him grew so strong.  “Ty,
please
,” I begged.  Finally, he crawled up my body, and his mouth was on mine, kissing me passionately.  It was weird at first because I could taste myself, but the need in his kiss made the awkwardness fade away.  I ran my hands across his back, urging him inside of me.  I could care less about a condom at this point.  All I wanted was the closeness.  He fought against me though and reached over to the end table drawer.  I heard the familiar sound of foil.  He ripped the top off with his mouth.  His eyes were as wild as mine.  His self-control was beyond me, and I’m sure afterwards I would be grateful for it.  He quickly rolled the condom on and was inside of me before disposing of the wrapper.  I could hear it crinkling in his fist as he thrust.  I pulled him into me, feeling as though I could never get enough of him.   He wrapped an arm underneath my back as I moved my hips higher, trying to reach that magic spot once again.  He slowed his speed down knowing that was what I needed if I was going to come again.  I didn’t care if I would come again.  All I wanted was him to fill me, our bodies entwining.  He pushed inside of me and stopped moving.  The anxiety of waiting for him to move was making me mad, and the familiar pull was starting to rise to the surface again.  I moaned into his mouth and pushed my hips up trying to create some friction.  His breathing became ragged, “Becca slow down… ahh,” his voice turned raspy and needy.  He was about to lose his control and that was what I needed to tip me over the edge.  He pushed into me one last time, his body twitched, and I lost it again.  My eyes rolled back and I let out one last moan.  Tyler’s body relaxed on top of mine, his breath slowing in my ear.  My hands were shaking as I tried to lay them on his biceps.