Taken (22 page)

Your dark eyes are black with desire watching me take you. “Ahh, God your mouth feels good. I haven’t been in control since I met you.”

I fondle your balls with one hand while stroking you with the other, my mouth sucking and slipping along your head. Your muscles quake with your effort not to thrust into me, and I know you want to be deeper.

With my hands pressing on your hips, I bob my head up and down, taking you to the back of my throat and sucking as hard as I can as I pull back. You’re coming undone underneath me. Your hands come to my head and press down gently then pull back on my hair, guiding our pace. You’re so big, it’s hard to not scrape my teeth along your skin, but judging by the heavy panting coming from you, you like it.

Your hands cup my cheeks, and you lift my mouth off of you. Your dark eyes hooded with arousal. “I can’t take anymore. It’ll be over fast if you keep driving me to the edge like that.” You sit up and pull my t-shirt over my head. “We don’t need this.” My bra goes next. “We don’t need this, either.”

I watch your hands cup my breasts, your thumbs stroke back and forth across my taut nipples, sending flashes of electricity between my thighs. I break you away long enough to tug your t-shirt over your head. “I’m dying to kiss you all over.”

You groan. “It’s my turn.” Your mouth latches on to my breast, sucking and pulling. Your teeth pinch, then your tongue soothes. I arch into you, craving more. Your fingers pluck and roll my other nipple. I scoot forward and rock my hips against yours, aching for friction between my legs.

“Easy,” you whisper, hot breath against my breast. “I’ll get there, baby.”

I lean forward and flick your earlobe with my tongue. “I
need
you to touch me.”

Your mouth comes up to meet mine, searching inside, exploring and restless. “I need you to trust that I won’t hurt you before we do this. Do you trust me?”

I grind into you again. “I’m more than ready for you. You won’t hurt me.”

You hold my hips firm so I can’t move. “I don’t mean physically. I want you to give yourself to me completely. Not just your body.” You brush my hair back from my forehead, gazing into my eyes desperate to find the answer you’re longing for. “Do you trust me with your heart?”

My body starts to tremble. How can I possibly trust you with my heart? You’ve torn me apart and you don’t know how to stop yourself from doing it again. “I thought this was about sex. That we were getting past this one barrier. Now you’re asking me for my heart?”

You brush my cheek with your fingertips before laying me on my back and shifting your body down beside mine. “How many men have you been with, Rachael?”

“What does that have to do with anything? How many women have you been with?”

You grin. “I won’t avoid that question, but I’m guessing you haven’t been with many. You’re not the type of woman to give your body without love. Am I wrong?”

My eyes flicker to yours, then the ceiling. “No.”

You grasp my chin and turn my head, making me look at you. Your eyes are heated and intense. I can’t look away even if I wanted to. “Then you either love me, or you’re willing to sacrifice your standards for me. Which is it?”

“I don’t know. I’m trying not to think about it.” Something lodges in my throat. It might be my heart. Tears spring to my eyes, and I desperately blink them back.

You press my head against your chest. “I won’t let you sacrifice anything to be with me. I’m not worth it, Rachael. If by some miracle, I can earn your trust then we’ll do this. Now’s not the time though.”

“It’s my body to do with what I want.” I’m still burning for you, and I’m so ashamed that you stopped me and called me out on my intentions.

“Not when you’re doing it with mine. I don’t want you to regret us.” You bring my hand to your lips. “I have a lot to make up for. I’m trying to be careful.” You tilt my chin up. “I don’t have anything with me anyway. I’m guessing you don’t keep a box of condoms here for emergencies.” A flirtatious glint sparks in your eyes as you chuckle.

“Not exactly, no.” I squirm in discomfort, still throbbing and aching for release. Guess I’ll be giving that to myself in the bathroom. “I’ll be back.”

I try to sit up, but you grab my arm and push me back on the pillows. “I’m not done with you yet.” Your hands run down over my breasts, followed by your lips. “I didn’t mean you wouldn’t have your turn.” Your eyes look up at me while your tongue circles my belly button. “I won’t be inside you until you trust me, but I won’t leave you like this, Rachael.”

My jeans are undone, shoved down and pulled off in what seems like two seconds. Your nose nuzzles along the lacy waistband of my underwear. Dark waves of your hair tickle my stomach. Squeezing my calves, your hands slide up my legs and push my thighs far, far apart. You run your nose farther down, stopping over my sensitive bundle of nerves, and inhale deeply. “You smell so good. Wet and ready for me.” You nuzzle your nose and make me writhe before planting a soft kiss over my opening.

You slip a finger under the elastic on one side of my panties and tug it aside revealing me. You let out a low, breathy groan and dip your finger between my slick lips. “So wet.”

I squeeze the quilt in my fists and watch you kiss my small patch of curls as you slide your finger inside me. “Ah…God.” I thrust against your finger, needing more.

You tug my panties off before your mouth closes over my clit and you push two fingers inside me. “You’re so tight and hot.” Your breath whispers across my sensitive nerves making me gasp and grab your hair. One of your hands leaves my thigh to cup my butt and lift me up, rocking me against your fingers and mouth.

I hold your head tight between my legs. I’m on fire and only your tongue can give me relief. The way you alternate between sucking and licking—fast and hard, soft and long—and slowly moving your fingers in and out against my front wall, makes me want to scream. You’re driving me mad. The ball of tension waiting to explode inside me gets bigger and bigger by the second. “I’m going to come so hard.” My voice isn’t mine. It’s brash and wanton. There’s a sex goddess in the room with us. It can’t be me. I’d never say something like that.

You moan, sending vibrations through your lips. I buck, my back arches off the bed. “God, Merrick.”

I can’t think. My body is nothing but sensation and greedy lust, striving and pulsing for release.

“Your almost there, baby. God, your gripping my fingers so fucking tight.”

You set me back down on the bed and stroke yourself. The sight makes my mouth water. “Let me.” I reach for you, grabbing your shoulders and pulling. “I want you back in my mouth.”

You turn around and position us in a sideways sixty-nine. “I hope you’re okay with this, because you taste like heaven, and I’m not taking my tongue away until you come.”

Before I can answer, you dive back between my legs, devouring, pushing your tongue inside me. The cries and moans filling the room can’t be from me. I’ve never made sounds like this during sex. “God, it feels so good,” I whimper, taking you in both hands.

I run my lips down your shaft, darting my tongue out to taste you. Your lips and tongue mirror mine. “Show me what you like,” you say.
 

“Everything. I love it all.”

“How about this?” You slide your tongue down my middle, circle my opening and keep going, back to my anus.

I clench and jolt forward into your chin. “I don’t…I’ve never…”

You reach down and fold your hand over mine, loosening my death grip on your shaft. “Relax, baby. We’ll save that for another time.” You kiss your way back to my front, pressing my thighs open. “There’s so much I want to do to you.”

Right now there’s one thing I’m dying to do to you. I suck you deep into my mouth trying to take your entire length, but failing. You’re too big and hit the back of my throat. I pull back and delve down again, sucking and flicking my tongue.

“Shit.” Your release a hiss of air through your teeth and pull me in tighter against your mouth, relentlessly sucking my clit.

Heat expands like an inferno inside me, urging my body to thrust and rock against you. I grab your hips and take you in and out of my mouth at the same pace. I moan and suck you harder and faster as my orgasm builds and builds.

“Oh god. Oh god, Merrick, I’m coming.” I explode, cry out and throw my head back, locking my thighs around your face as my insides throb and grip. You draw it out with your fingers pumping in and out of me.

“Yes, Rachael. You’re perfect.” I open my legs and come back to my senses to find you stroking yourself.

I lick your head as you pump. “Give it to me. Come in my mouth.”

“Fuck, Rach!” You shudder and stroke hard twice before erupting on my tongue. I swallow all you give me and lick my lips.

You roll to your back. “Jesus. I think I died. Twice. And I haven’t even been inside you yet.” You grab my foot and kiss my big toe.

“That was better than any sex I’ve ever had. I can’t imagine…”

“I know.” You sit up and turn around, lying beside me on my pillow. The look in your eyes can only be described as wonder. Your finger trails over my chin, down my neck and between my breasts. “I’ve never been so in sync with someone in my life.” You kiss me, soft and slow, smelling and tasting of my pleasure. “Physically as well as mentally.” Your lips press against my forehead. “I’ve always wanted to find you.”

I snuggle into your warm chest, trying to ignore the finger jabs in my brain telling me to slow down. Last time we were together, you wanted a threesome with Joan. How has that changed? Has it?

“What are you thinking?” you ask, twining your fingers through my hair.

“About Joan.”

Your fingers still. “What about her?”

“You’re obviously pretty close to her, comfortable with her. She’s more than your assistant.”

You lift my chin and kiss me deeply. “Don’t.” Your dark eyes search mine, pleading. “She doesn’t mean anything to me. What we had was physical. It began abruptly and ended after it was out of our systems. Because I trust her and have been with her in the past, I thought she could help us. I was stupid—as usual. Please don’t hold it against me.”

“How can I not think about it, though, every time you’re together? You didn’t hesitate being with her again.”

“
With you
, Rachael. Only with you. I would’ve never been alone with her. It’s not her I want.” Your arms tighten around my waist, pulling the length of our bodies as close as you can get them. Your cheek presses against mine, your lips scour my neck with kisses. “Believe me.”

I need time to think. My head, heart and body jumped at the chance to start over with you. Now I’m back-pedaling. I want you, and I can forgive you, but I can’t forget. I keep stumbling over memories, over the hurt you’ve inflicted in the short time we’ve known each other. How much more is to come? How much more can I take and push to the back of my mind?

“I barely know you,” I whisper. And it’s the truth. We’ve been led by our bodies, our unrequited desire. Inside our bubble on Turtle Tear it was real. Outside the bubble, I’m not so sure.

“You know me better than anyone else does.” You brush the hair off my forehead and stroke my cheek with your thumb. “You see past the money to me, the fucked up man inside. I try to keep him hidden, but I can’t hide from you. I don’t want to hide from you; I want to be better for you.”

“There’s nothing fucked up about you.” I twist my finger through a wave of hair falling over your brow. “You have a communication problem, that’s all.”

“You don’t think I’m controlling?”

I twist and tap my lips. “You? Controlling?” I laugh. “You couldn’t control me if you tried, Merrick. My mother already does.”

You roll onto your back with a sigh and rest your arm over your head. “Exactly. She’s the reason I’m in this damn mess. If you would’ve just come to work for me, I wouldn’t have acted like such a jackass.” Your eyes crinkle with the quirk of your lips. “I blame her. You should to. Then you’d trust me, and we can get on with things.”

“Things?” I grin and shrug my eyebrows suggestively.

“Things.” You run a hand between my legs. I sigh and close my eyes, rubbing against your fingers. “Later, baby.” You take your hand away and kiss me, soft and slow. “We have all the time in the world if you want it.”

“I want it…now. I can’t have you laying here beside me naked and denying me. If you don’t want to, then we need to get dressed.”

“Oh no!” You laugh and tug me on top of you, tickling me. “You’re not going to say I don’t want to. You know that’s a lie.”

I laugh so hard with your fingers digging into my sides, I can barely breathe. “Stop!” I try to push you way, but your arms come around me and hold me tight.

“Just think how good it’ll be when you trust me, Rachael. When it’s the right time. Thinking about it…” You roll your eyes and groan. “It’s hard, but I can be patient. When you’re ready to give yourself to me completely, it’ll be better than anything.”

Hearing the sincerity in your voice, and seeing your face, so serious and intense, I feel like a gift you’re waiting to unwrap. I trail a finger down the side of your face and brush my lips against yours. You’re a gift. I know you are. A gift forced upon me at first, but now that I’ve had a peek at what’s inside the box, I know you’re a gift I never want to give up.