Who Loves Them? (Who--? Series) (12 page)

Gordon
smiled.  “I’m trying to be civil here, woman.”

“
Woman
?  Just who do you think you are?”

“I’m trying to be polite!”
Gordon ran a tired hand through his hair. 
How could I win her over? 
he thought. 
She’s just as stubborn as me!

“Funny way to be polite,”
Christina muttered.  She knew she should be more cooperative, and that she was taking the whole situation out on Gordon, but he
had
been rude to her.  Then again, she had been rude to him as well.

“I don’t want you to think that I’m just some pushover you can get your way with,” she said
.  “Because I’m not.”

Gordon nodded
.  “I’m well aware you can stick up for yourself.” He smiled.  “I just want to be friends.  Can we do that?”

Christina
smiled, just a little.  “I think that might be possible.”

He gestured at the book
.  “Have you read that before?”

She nodded
.  “My father has a huge library.  I always spend hours in there reading, whenever I can escape for a while.”

He walked to the fireplace, his back to her for a moment, staring into the flames
.  She was not at all what he expected, he thought.  He had expected to be saddled with another frivolous society girl, with an empty head and a limitless ability to spend his money.  He was familiar with those types of girls.  He was equally familiar with Mindy’s type—pretty girls who had climbed to the top by clawing their way up on the basis of their looks and a few family connections.  He was not familiar with girls who were smart, well-read, or capable of holding an intelligent conversation past what they’d been briefed on before the dinner party.  He had avoided those girls at the university because, well….not to be shallow, he thought ruefully, but they didn’t put out.  Mindy’s type did.

Chris
, for all her lack of a formal education, seemed to be just the type he had always avoided. 
And maybe the perfect type for you.  Just think, a woman you could actually talk to.

Christina
looked up from her book.  Gordon was facing away from her, his hands folded behind his back, staring into the fire.  She felt a little sorry for him.  It must have been difficult, she thought, for a man of his pride to come and apologize to her.  He had deserved it, to have to eat humble pie in front of her, but she appreciated the gesture nonetheless.

He was so handsome
.  His thick black hair was flopping to the side a little, the front brushing over his face, and she ached to walk up next to him and push it back for him, maybe letting her fingers trail over his cheek a little as she did so.  His jaw muscles were tight, he was obviously thinking about something.  She wondered what his face would feel like under her hand.

This man was going to be her husband in just a few months
.  She would have to sleep next to him at night, wake up next to him in the morning.  She would have to share a life with him, have children with him.  She would have to do the things that led to children.  Christina was surprised at the sudden shiver of delight that ran down her spine at that thought.  She had never been bothered much by her mother’s insistence that she not spend time with boys, for the very obvious reason of preserving her virginity.  Sex had seemed a somewhat boring prospect.  None of the boys she had kissed had ever made her knees go weak and her skin go hot.

This
was not a boy, though, she mused, looking at Gordon.  This was a man.  A man who frightened and excited her all at once.  A man who she had to marry.

Without thinking about it, she set her book aside and stood up, slowly walking up to
him.  She laid a hand on his arm, feeling the corded muscle underneath her fingers and trying to ignore her body’s response to him.  “Thank you, Gordon,” she whispered.  She tried to think about what Lilly had told her. 
Just go along with it,
she thought to herself. 
It cannot be all that bad,

Gordon felt her hand on his arm and tensed
.  She had no idea how she made him feel when she came near him.  He didn’t understand it, and it frustrated and annoyed him more than a little.  He shouldn’t be reduced to a quivering mass of desire by this little slip of a girl.  He had always been in control.  He always called the shots.  But just her hand on his arm made him feel a little breathless.

Chris
felt as though she were dreaming, moving in slow motion.  She laid her other hand on his other arm, and moved them up to his shoulders, then to the back of his neck.  She threaded her fingers through the thick black hair she’d been longing to touch, unknowingly scratching her nails over the back of his neck.  She was not sure what gave her the courage to do it, but she didn’t stop.

Gordon shuddered, breathing in a shaky breath, and he felt himself growing hard as her
hands moved slowly over his arms, then his shoulders.  She was obviously inexperienced, hesitant, and he held himself on his leash, not wanting to frighten her, not wanting to take advantage.  Then her fingers tangled in his hair, and her nails scratched ever-so-lightly over the nape of his neck, and he lost control.

He spun around and captured her waist between his hands, pulling her up against him
.  His mouth dropped to hers and he kissed her, hard, expertly separating her lips with his tongue and plunging into her mouth.  He wanted to plunge into her body, wanted to remove every stitch of clothing and lay her down and possess her entirely.

Chris
felt her knees buckle as he spun around without warning and grabbed her, kissing her so thoroughly that she thought she was going to drown from the pleasure.  He pressed her against his body and she felt him through the material of his jeans, hard and insistent against her thigh.  The sensation made her shudder with pleasure and she unthinkingly ground her body against his, her hands going up to grip his shoulders.

Gordon let go of her waist to wrap one hand in her hair, dragging her head backwards
as he kissed her mouth, and then left it to trail his lips along her cheekbone, her jawline, the column of her neck.  She tasted delicious, her skin sweet and soft, and he pressed her even more tightly against him.  He couldn’t even think he was so overcome by the way she felt.

Chris
shuddered as his lips trailed over her skin.  She had never felt sensations like this before, never ached like this before, never wanted anything as badly as she wanted Gordon in that moment.  His lips trailed down her neck and her head dropped back, her mouth opening.  “Gordon,” she moaned helplessly, eliciting a groan from him.

He dragged his mouth away from her with effort and looked at her
.  “You’ve never done this before, have you?”

She wanted to lie, but she nodded mutely, wishing he would kiss her again
.  Her body was shaking with desire, and she thought she would die if he let go of her now.  She pressed herself against him inexpertly, tangling one hand in his hair at the back of his neck and trying to pull his mouth down to hers.  “Chris,” he whispered raggedly, “If we keep going, I will not be able to stop.  Do you understand?  I want you too badly.”

Her body thrilled at his words, and she moaned
.  “Just kiss me, Gordon.  Please kiss me.”

He shuddered and pulled her mouth to his again
.  He picked her up then as though she weighed nothing at all, wrapping her legs around his waist.  She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him as he carried her to the ottoman and laid her down.  Her fingers went to the hem of his t-shirt as he worked at the buttons on her blouse, her hands sliding up underneath the cotton to run along the smooth skin of his abdomen.  She ran her fingers under the edge of the waistband of his jeans and he groaned, tugging at the buttons on her shirt until they were free.  She shrugged it off and he pulled his t-shirt over his head.

She was wearing a lacy cornflower blue bra, and he ran his hands over her breasts, dipping his head to capture one nipple in his mouth through the lace
.  She arched her back, pressing herself into his mouth.  He reached behind her to undo the clasp on her bra, running his hands down the smooth curve of her back and then reaching up to toss the bra aside.  He ran his fingers up either side of the small mounds of her breasts, trailing his fingertips down her stomach and reaching for the button on her jeans.

Christina
fumbled with the buckle of his belt, cursing her inexperience as she finally got it loose.  She was not sure exactly what happened then, it became a blur of hands and mouths and clothes being pushed hurriedly off as they divested themselves of the rest of their clothing, and finally they were naked, skin to skin on the ottoman, as she ran her hand down Gordon’s thigh to the part of him that was pushing against her, hard and throbbing.  It was hot beneath her hand and she curled her fingers around him, moving her hand slowly.

“Oh, God,
Chris,” Gordon groaned, grabbing her hand.

“Am I doing it wrong?” she asked, suddenly feeling shy
.

Gordon laughed
.  “No, oh no.  It’s just…I want to be inside you, and if you keep doing that, I will not get the chance.”

He had always prided himself on his stamina, but
Chris had made him crazy with desire, and he was not sure how much longer he could hold on.  Her delicate hand on him brought him close to the edge, and he reached blindly into the pocket of his jeans for his wallet and the condom he always carried on him.  He hurriedly smoothed it on and angled himself over Chris.  “This might hurt a little,” he warned.  She nodded bravely, and he leaned down, kissing her as he slowly moved into her.

Her hips arched up to meet him and she squealed a little into
his mouth as he pushed forward, meeting the barrier and then quickly breaking it.  She gasped into his mouth, the sharp pain jolting her, but then it was gone, and all she could feel was him moving slowly inside of her, his hips undulating in a smooth rolling motion that seemed to caress every part of her.  She dug her fingers into his shoulders, kissing him thoroughly as he increased his speed just a little, wrapping one arm around her waist to support her and press her against him.

The odd sensation began to turn to pleasure as he slowly moved in and out of her, and
Christina moaned into his mouth, her hips beginning to move under his, finding the rhythm and moving with him.  She arched her back, pressing her breasts into his chest.  Her hands moved over his shoulders, and she felt something building inside of her, a wave of pleasure that kept cresting and ebbing, growing a little stronger every time he surged back into her.  “Chris,” Gordon moaned helplessly, “Chris, I’m….”

The growl in his voice undid her, and she arched against him, crying out into his mouth as she shuddered and trembled all around him as some unknown
force took over her body.  Gordon moaned and pushed into her once more, pressing her close to him as his own body shook over hers.

Then, suddenly, it was over, and he lay on top of her for a moment before leaning up on his elbows and looking at her
.  “Are you okay?” he asked, suddenly concerned.

She smiled
.  “Of course.  Why wouldn’t I be?”

Gordon shrugged
.  “I’ve never…I’ve never been with a virgin before.  I don’t really know what to do.”

Christina
giggled suddenly, relieved to be on some kind of common ground with him.  “Well, I guess that makes two of us, then.”

He laughed along with her and rolled to the side, gathering her in his arms and pulling her to his chest
.  “I guess we’ll learn together then, will not we?” With her snuggled up against him, he was incredibly content.  He knew he didn’t love her, and he knew she didn’t love him, but great sex and affection were a good start.  They seemed to be somewhat getting along, so it wouldn’t be too long before they actually became friends.

Wow, so
that is what sex is all about,
Christina thought. 
I’m glad I didn’t know or I might have done it before now.  I wonder if it’s like that with everybody? 
Christina mused.

Somehow, she didn’t think it was
.  She loved laying there with him, and suddenly wondered how long it would last now that she had let him seduce her.  Just as suddenly, she remembered Jacqueline’s warning, and wondered if she had given up her leverage.  She sighed.  Maybe she shouldn’t have let down her guard so easily.  She still had reserves about him, and thought he was a mommy’s boy who thought he knew-it-all.  Still, he had been gentle with her.

Gordon felt her tense a little and wondered if she was having second thoughts
, or if he had hurt her.

“Are you al
right?  I didn’t hurt you did I?” He wondered what she was thinking about right then.

Christina
consciously relaxed against him, “No, well, it hurt a little, but I think that is normal, and just for a second.  The rest of it was great.” Maybe she was just overthinking the whole thing and it would all be fine.

For the first time since he had lost his virginity at fourteen, he wondered if he hadn’t performed very well
.  But he had been so hot for Christina that he was surprised he had lasted as long as he had.  For a second he thought about Mindy, and how he had thought she was so good in bed.  She was gorgeous, active and vocal, everything a man could want.  Yet, he had never felt as crazy with lust for her as he had with Christina, and he had certainly never felt content afterward.  Mindy usually acted like she had done him a favor by sleeping with him.