19. Corrigan
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CORRIGAN
H e sets me down on my feet inside his palatial looking apartment, my eyes immediately trying to take in my surroundings. The entryway leads into an open living room with warm ivory walls and oversized windows adorned with white curtains. There’s an ivory sectional in the middle of the room situated on a shaggy rug with flecks of white, gray, and blue. The large painting of the ocean on the wall opposite the television gives off a relaxing beach house vibe.
“Did you design this yourself?” I ask Bodhi as he unbuttons the front of my dress. When it falls open, he gently peels it off my wet shoulders and lets it drop with a thud to the ground.
“No.” He merely shakes his head, his gaze never leaving mine even as my nervous eyes dart around the room. “It was like this when I got here.”
“It’s lovely.”
“You’re lovely.”
“Bodhi,” I whisper with a tremor to my voice.
“Step out of your shoes,” he tells me as he does the same. Something about the raspy timber of his voice has me wanting to comply with anything he asks of me. He tears off his t-shirt and stands in front of me nearly naked but for a pair of soaking wet athletic shorts.
I slip off my sandals and push them to the side.
He reaches behind me and disconnects my bra with ease this time rather than getting frustrated and ripping it to shreds like the last time.
I lift a brow. “Have you been practicing Bodhi?”
He smiles but doesn’t answer me at first. He pulls my bra straps away from my skin and then peels the wet garment off me, dropping it on my pile of clothes.
“Would you laugh at me if I said yes?”
“I might,” I say with a mischievous grin. “But I might also be extremely impressed.”
“I don’t like to not be good at what I do.” He crouches down, slipping two fingers between my body and the fabric of my panties and then shimmies them down my legs, kissing my thighs as he lifts each of my feet to remove them.
“Trust me, Bodhi,” I breathe, “you’re anything but bad at what you do.”
He stands up straight, his gaze falling over my naked body, and shakes his head. “Jesus fucking Christ. Corrigan Hicks, you are…”
I smile bashfully, not because I’m not confident in my own skin, but because ten minutes ago there was so much raw vulnerability between us and…
“You don’t hate me?”
His eyes meet mine, his brows furrowed. “Hate you? Why on earth would I hate you?”
“I lied to you, Bodhi.” I try to fold my arms over my exposed chest, but he doesn’t let me. He takes my hands and pulls them away from my body so I can’t hide.
“You didn’t lie to me,” he answers, trailing the backs of his fingers down my cheek. “It’s not like I stood in front of you and asked if you knew who I was.”
“I know, but?—"
“Shhh.” He places a finger against my lips. “No buts.” I keep his gaze as he pushes his gym shorts and boxer briefs down his legs and steps out of them.
Holy hell his naked body is…everything.
“No buts, Corri. For right now, it’s just you and me.”
“You want another lesson?” I ask meekly.
He shakes his head, letting his hand fall from my neck to my collarbone, to my chest and across to palm my breast. His thumb glides across my nipple, his touch causing it to harden and peak. “I want to figure this all out on my own. I want to explore you. Explore us. I want to find out for myself what makes you writhe beneath me. What makes you feverish. What heats you.” He stares into my eyes like he’s looking down deep into my soul. “What makes Corrigan Hicks so fucking wet I could literally drink her.”
Well, those words for one.
“And then when I’m good and ready,” he says as his lips graze the skin just behind my ear. “And when you’re good and ready, I want to plunge inside you, feeling your body take my cock for the first time.” His hands smooth down my hips to my ass and then he lifts one of my legs, hitching it around his waist so that I feel his stiff cock at my entrance.
I gasp at the surprising contact, my mouth falling open and my head falling back. He takes the opportunity to drag his tongue up the side of my neck sending chills over my body and goosebumps over my skin.
“I want to feel your warm wet pussy grip me as I thrust inside you. And I want to be staring into your mesmerizingly beautiful eyes when I make you come.”
“Bodhi…” I sigh.
“Say yes, Corrigan,” he pleads as he places his other hand under my ass and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist, as I always do, his hardened cock teasing me. He begins to take slow steps through the living room. Where he’s heading I have no idea, having never been here before, but I can only assume we’re going to his bedroom. “You’re in my apartment, stunningly naked and in my arms and I’m dying to be with you so please say yes so I don’t have to turn around and return you to your wet clothes.”
I run my hand through his wet locks, loving the gentle confidence he seems to have right now. “I want those things too, Bodhi.”