4. Remi
Chapter 4
Remi
Unpacking my life from cardboard boxes feels like crawling through a time capsule that’s been shoved into a blender. It takes the whole week to find a place for all my things. I’ve managed to free most of my essentials from their cardboard prisons, and the rest of my belongings are tucked away in storage.
I’ve gotta say, taking two weeks off work was a brilliant move on my part. I’ve sidestepped work stress while wading through movers and packing peanuts, giving myself the luxury of breathing room between chaos.
Then there’s Piers.
I’ve spent every evening since the barbecue with him. It’s like there’s a gravitational pull between us, and I have no ability to resist it. Piers, with his easy charm and takeout cartons, has become the highlight of my evenings.
He even went out and bought enough Christmas decorations to decorate all of Silver Spoon Falls.
We’ve fallen into this routine of decorating, laughter, movies, and takeout. Yet, amidst all these stolen moments, a thought gnaws at me quietly and I wonder why he isn’t making a move. It’s like he danced up to the line last week with that kiss and then decided to set up camp right there.
Tonight’s scene is no different. I’m determined to get answers, or at least test the waters. We’re lounging on one of his lush, heated recliners after spending the afternoon decorating his gorgeous home. A horror flick plays on the giant screen, its shadows dancing across the room, but I’m more consumed by the comfortable closeness we share than any monster on the screen.
As the movie plays on, Piers inches closer, engrossed in the story. I steal glances, more absorbed in his reactions than the plot twists. The blue glow of the screen highlights the contours of his face, and I find myself tracing the lines from memory. Has he always had such strong shoulders? Focus, Remi.
I clear my throat to break the spell. He turns toward me, the curiosity lighting up his eyes intermixed with a bit of guarded playfulness. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” he asks casually, but I can tell he senses the shift in me.
I shoot him a direct look, tossing out my question with all the subtlety of a hammer. “Why haven’t you made a move? A real move, I mean. You kissed me to within an inch of my life last week and then nothing?”
For a moment, his expression shifts, and there's a flicker of surprise before it settles into a slow, almost coy grin. “I’ve been making moves left and right,” he counters with a touch of humor, “in my mind.” He sighs, admitting, “I didn’t want to rush things and scare you off.”
“I’m not scared.” I sigh as relief and happiness flow through me. “And I want you to rush.”
He leans back and stares at me as the air between us crackles. “Once I make you mine, I’ll never let you go,” he responds, dead serious.
That sounds freaking perfect to me. “I’m already yours,” I say, inching slightly closer as my heart pounds away in my chest.
I kiss his lips and reach down to lightly stroke the bulge pressing against the front of his jeans. His breath hisses out when I boldly lower his zipper and slip my hand inside to touch his cock. “Mine.” His growl echoes around the room as I slowly stroke the silky hardness.
“Mine.” I give his rock-hard erection a little squeeze. I slide my thumb across the head, gathering the fluid leaking from the tip. I spread it around as I stroke him. He wraps his hands in my hair and angles it for his desperate kiss.
Without warning, he stands up and lifts me against his chest. As he rushes down the long hallway, he whispers all the dirty things he’s planning to do to me. My inner hussy side celebrates while my virgin side worries about what’s coming.
“I’ve never done this before,” I admit as he rushes into his dark bedroom and kicks the door shut.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, Cookie.” He doesn’t seem shocked at all by my admission. In fact, he seems pretty happy to hear the words. Without pausing, he crosses the room and lays me on the bed.
“We’ll take care of each other,” I counter, unwilling to lie back and let him run the show. “We’re in this together.”
“Hell yes,” he groans and steps back to rip his t-shirt over his head. My eyes follow his movements as he pushes his jeans down his legs and kicks them away with his tennis shoes.
When he prowls toward me, his massive erection tents his black boxers, causing a tiny spark of apprehension to course through me. “Wow.”
“Good wow or bad wow?” he asks and runs his hands under my sweater. When his warm skin brushes against my side, I forget all about my fears.
“Definitely a good wow,” I breathe and lean up to help him remove my sweater and bra. When he leans over and closes his lips around one of my nipples, unfamiliar sensations bombard me from all sides. My arms give out and I drop onto the silky covers beneath me. He crawls over me and kisses his way around my chest, leaving little nips along the way.
A shiver runs through my body as he kisses his way up the side of my neck and places soft kisses everywhere.
I lose track of time as he slowly builds up my desire without really touching any of the spots begging for his attention. I’m not above begging. Heck, I’m ready to beg and plead if it will make him go faster, but Piers has other intentions. He’s bound and determined to drive me absolutely crazy.
He suddenly pulls back, and his dark eyes stare into mine as he slips off the bed. When he drops to his knees between my spread thighs, I nearly celebrate. “So goddamn sweet,” he breathes as his finger makes slow circles on my lower abdomen.
“Please,” I beg for something—I’m not sure what—but he doesn’t let my pleas rush him.