Cover Up (Cover #2) (12 page)

Chapter Nine

JULIEN

She came back to me.

Though she
didn’t fully remember me, something inside of her brought her back to me. It was surreal!

We stood outside
, embracing, until I felt her shivering against my chest. I did not want her to get sick, so I pulled away and took her hand. Walking over to the front door, I felt her halt behind me.

“
Is something wrong?” I asked. I turned around and found her looking concerned. Her hair was disheveled and her eyes brown beautiful eyes searched mine.

“What
is wrong,
mon amour?”
I asked her, pulling her closer to me and bringing my arms around her small waist, over her tight jeans.

Her hands land
ed on my chest and the air thickened between us, and she explored my chest with her fingers, slowly. My erection twitched with each touch, yearning for when I could bury myself deep inside her again.
God, I’ve missed you.

She looked up at me, hesitation evident in her face, “I need for you to kiss me,” she
said with a shaky unsure breath. She turned away, embarrassed, breaking my hold on her, but her words fueled the need growing inside of me for her.

“Come inside with me,” I responded
and lifted her into my arms, remembering our first night together just a few weeks ago. So much had changed in that time, but tonight – tonight, I wanted to take my time with her, to answer all the questions she had.

I pushed the door close
d with my foot and placed her down gently in the foyer, watching as she took in my home. Her eyes darted back and forth from the artwork on the walls and the dark, rich hardwood floors, before rising to the crystal chandelier hanging at the center of the grand double bridal staircase. Her breath hitched and I watched as she wandered to the stairs, slowly ascending. Her fingers examined the rail as she made her way up. I followed close behind her, curious as to what was going on in that head of hers.

When she reached the top of the stairs
, she halted, turned her head, and stared at the multitude of closed white doors before her. She seemed to be trying to remember something. I wanted to jump in and guide her, but something told me that she needed to figure it out on her own, which didn’t take her long. Slowly, she strolled over to my bedroom door, closing her eyes as if trying to conjure up the memories associated with the room.

She slowly turned the knob
, but paused before pushing the door open. She inhaled slowly, and exhaled slowly, before entering the room.

I watched
while she took in the bedroom. Her gaze went to the huge four-poster bed in the center of the room. The grey, unwrinkled comforter lay perfectly on the bed, evidence I’d abandoned the room, and of my maid’s pristine efficiency.

“I’ve been here before,” she finally declared as she reached the foot of the bed.

Unable to speak, I simply nodded in response. Seeing Emily in this room again brought out emotions I was trying desperately to conceal. It wasn’t the time to break down. My Emily was back and she needed to find the answers sought.

Without saying another word, she lifted her hands to her blouse and
slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her breasts. In an instant, I stood before her, urging her to stop. Though I wanted nothing more than to gaze upon her luscious curves again, I didn’t want her to rush into something for which she was clearly not ready. Her memory hadn’t returned fully, although it had led her here.

“You don’t need to do that?” I urged her as I lifted her hands to my lips, kissing both of them softly.

“Please.”

That’s all she s
aid as she looked at me with desire and need in her eyes. I wanted to wait. I wanted to be sure she remembered everything before taking her to my bed, but the deep pure yearning I found in her gaze made reason fleeting. Though she only said one word, her eyes spoke volumes. She needed me, needed this, and I didn’t know if I could hold back from taking her. She pleaded with me, begged me with just one look, and I could feel her need deep within my soul.

Before I could protest
, she brought her hands back to her shirt and removed the thin fabric, tossing it to the ground. My eyes shifted from her eyes, down to her collarbone, to her supple tender plush breast, barely contained in a lacey white bra. My erection eagerly twitched at the sight. I needed to be inside her, needed to feel her clenched around me again.

Before I knew it, I was at her side pulling her to me. I nuzzled my head in her neck, kissing, nipping, and tugging on her soft warm flesh. “Are you sure?” I managed to ask
, despite wanting to throw her on the bed and rip the remaining clothes off her.

“Kiss me,” she demanded softly, her breath accelerat
ed with each kiss of her neck. She shifted her head to the side, giving me better access. I didn’t need any more convincing. I wanted her and she wanted me. That was all I needed to know.
Oh woman how you drive me mad… I miss you.

EMILY

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! What are you doing Em?

I needed to know if he was indeed the Frenchman from my dreams. Maybe the dreams hadn’t been dreams at all; maybe just maybe they were trying to remind me of this, of him.

If he kissed me, just once, I knew
I would know for sure. When I entered the house, I instantly recognized the home, the paintings, and the chandelier, which for some reason I believe is my favorite thing about the home. It was tricky when I reached the top of the stairs, but after closing my eyes, I somehow managed to find the room I was looking for, the one from my dreams. I had been here before; he admitted it himself.

Now, all I needed was that damn kiss.
Shouldn’t you take your time and umm well, get to know the man first?
I knew that my inner conscience was probably right, but as soon as his soft, pump, lips descended to my breast, I lost all train of thought.
I wanted him … no I needed him.

I was considerably shorter than the tall dark incredibly sexy man. He stood at least six feet two inches in comparison to my five feet six inch self
, so he leaned forward quite a ways to tease my breast. He lifted me off the ground with both hands gripped under my ass, bringing my breast level with his mouth. I couldn’t have been more turned on, my panties instantly drenched with desire and anticipation. If he was my dream Frenchman, I was in for one hell of a night!

Slowly
, he rounded the bed and placed me down in its center. He stood above me, taking me in with pure hunger and adoration in his eyes. A flash of him doing the same thing came to mind and I grew confident with the memory, tugging at my pants to remove them. I wanted him inside of me, now.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk… Patience
,
ma belle
” he scolded when I got the unbelievably tight pants to my ankles. “I plan on taking you nice and slow tonight.”

He moved my hands away from the garment
, which pooled at my feet, and slowly, painfully, tugged them off. He took his time to free each foot. His ravenous eyes never left mine as he lifted my butt and yanked the thin fabric of my panties off in one swift sweep.
God I love an animalistic man … in the sack of course.

I wanted him desperately. I couldn’t explain why
, but something about him, about this place just called to me. It was like…a magnet, a pull that I couldn’t escape.
Escape Em’! You don’t sleep around with strange men on the first night you meet!

I couldn’t stop now. I needed the confirmation. I needed to know that he was
, in fact, the same man who invaded my dreams night after night. The same man who had made my body sing with just a simple look, a slight touch, or damn it, by just fucking standing in front of me like was right now. There were so many questions – questions that I needed answers to.

Leaning back on the soft plush bed, I watched as he slowly crept his way up my body like an animal sta
lking its prey. Lifting my leg up, he planted soft sensual kisses at my ankle, sending my body completely ablaze at the slightest graze of his lips. The simple touch sparked a new flood of moisture at my core.
Who knew my ankles were this sensitive.

Slowly
, he worked his way up my calves and, by the time he reached my inner thighs, I wanted to scream. “Please,” I begged, desperate for him to take me. I gripped his hair in my hands, squeezing his locks between my fingers. He never stopped his tortuous kisses against my sensitive skin, nipping and tugging with his teeth in all the right places. “Oh God…”

I moaned as he drew closer to where I needed him most. Frustration laced with excitement caused me to pull and tug his hair harder than before, urging him to proceed to my center. Still
, he didn’t relent. He stayed his course, giving all of my flesh his tender, torturous, adoration. A lick. A nip. A graze. He continued to tease me this way for what felt like forever. Unable to take anymore, I finally propped myself up, supporting myself with my elbows.

“Are we going to keep at this snail pace or do you ever plan on fucking me,” I asked him seriously
, though my voice was airy and breathless.

He snapped his head up and gazed at me shocked
, before snickering. “Oh how I’ve missed you.” Taking a firm grip of my sides, he flipped me over in one swift motion, causing me to yelp in amazement.

“As you wish
,
mon amour
.”

“You’re always so wet for me,” he growled as he thrust forward, sliding between my silky
, dripping, folds in one sharp move.

I yelped as his erection stretched me completely. He paused to allow me time to adjust to his blessed girth
, but only for a moment. Before long, he pulled my arms behind my back and thrust into me with more force. Moans and pleas echoed through the room, but I was lost in the ecstasy coursing through my body. So much so, that I never realized that those were my moans echoing through the room.

I pressed into him firmly while arching my back to give him more access.
Deeper. Please. Go deeper.

We met thrust for thrust
, our skin slapping the only other sound harmonizing with the moans that ripped from our throats. Building to what I knew would be the best orgasm I’d ever experienced, I felt myself convulsing against his penis.

I was so close
, and I braced myself for what was to come as I dangled at the edge of my orgasm ready for the plunge. Suddenly, he pulled out of me completely, causing me to grunt in disapproval; I whimpered into the comforter.
What was this man trying to do to me?

I squealed when felt
his mouth on my dripping mound, lapping around my swollen clit. He wrapped his arms around my legs, securing me in place as he continued exploring me hungrily.

With my hands now free
, I pulled and tugged on the duvet comforter beneath me while I groaned my pleasure. “Please Julien…I can’t…take …” I begged, unable to complete a full sentence. Whimpering breathlessly into the bed, I felt my impending climax. Needing a release from the building pressure between my legs, I pushed down on his mouth, urging him to continue. “Please…”