Chapter 13 December 13th #5
“Nice to meet you, Camryn,” She gives me another one of those genuine, warm smiles, and I expect her to collect her coat, maybe a bag, and leave via the front door, but she gathers nothing and disappears up the sweeping staircase to the left.
“You too,” I murmur.
“Housekeeper. In case you were wondering.”
“You know I was wondering.”
“And she lives here.” He removes his coat and hangs it on a nearby coat stand. “In case you were wondering.”
“She lives here?”
“She has the top floor.” Dec tucks his fingers into the collar of my coat, brushing my skin, and eases it off my shoulders.
“I’ll give you a tour later,” he whispers across my nape.
My mind empties, my eyes close in bliss, and my bones turn to jelly, making me collapse against his chest as he drags his lips up to my ear.
“Walk.” His palm spreads across my stomach as he encourages me forward, forcing me to open my eyes.
The whole staircase comes into view, circling up, a chandelier suspending from the very top of the house, cascading down the middle of the wide spiralling stairs.
I fleetingly admire it as I take the steps, one unsteady foot at a time, Dec pressed into my back.
My heart’s beating so hard, not in anticipation, but with nerves.
I can’t seem to regulate my breathing, can’t control my shakes. What the hell is wrong with me?
I don’t fuck for the sake of fucking.
It means something.
Oh God.
We reach the top and Dec steers me to the left toward some double doors, leaning past me to turn the gold knob. “Okay?” he asks, flicking a light on as soon as the doors open.
“Fine.” The bedroom comes into view, his bedroom, and my soles sink into the super-soft carpet. I have only a second to take in the cosy space before Dec turns me to face him.
“Then why are you shaking?”
My exhale is long, and he nods, telling me he understands.
I screw men. That’s it. Take what I want and leave, not giving them a second thought again, moving on to the next man that offers a brief, woeful repose from my heartbreak.
“If I kiss you here,” he murmurs, dipping and resting his lips on my neck, “are you less nervous?”
I suppress my broken moan, my head rolling, as he kisses up to my jaw.
“That sounds like a yes.”
I nod, speech evading me.
“And here?” he asks quietly, pressing his lips onto the side of my mouth.
Another nod, my insides aching for more.
“What about here?” I don’t feel his lips anywhere, so I open my eyes, and the moment I do, I’m looking into his shining gaze.
He slides a hand onto my arse and tugs me close, then drops a kiss on my lips.
My hands fly up to his hair and fist handfuls, opening up to him, meeting his tongue in the middle.
“That’s a definite yes.” He starts walking me backward, owning my mouth, truly kissing me like I’ve never been kissed before.
It’s soft, it’s slow, it’s measured and purposeful.
My nerves disappear as if they were never there, every part of me drowning in him.
I feel his hands reach round my back for the zip of my dress, and he smoothly draws it down my spine, our kiss never faltering.
My shoulder blades pull in, my arms unhooking from around his neck to allow him to get my dress off.
I inhale when I feel it hit the floor around my feet.
“Okay?” he murmurs again, constantly checking in, grazing a palm down my side to my hip.
He just needs to keep kissing me. Never stop kissing me. “Tell me you’re okay.”
“I’m okay.” I swallow and take my fingers to his shirt buttons, starting at the top, slowly exposing his chest as he watches me. I keep my eyes on my task, and as soon as I undo the last one, I take a moment to admire the sliver of skin before slipping my palms onto his shoulders to push it off.
His hands fly up and grab my wrists, bringing my eyes to his. “Let me,” he says, stepping back, effectively giving me the best view. And him of me. It’s too bright in here—I’m used to a hazy darkness, just enough light to see what I’m doing.
My eyes naturally go to the table lamps, feeling uncomfortable in my semi-nakedness. “The lights stay on,” Dec says, his voice gruff with lust. “You don’t get to hide from me, Camryn.”
I shoot my eyes to his and hold my breath as he rolls his shoulders and shrugs out of his white shirt, teasingly slowly, and yet his face remains serious, eyes full of promises I hope he can keep.
His chest makes me blink hard. The ravines between each muscle are dark, well-trimmed dark hair dusting his pecs.
My mouth waters, my eyes following the trail from his belly button until it disappears past the waist of his trousers.
Dec drops his shirt with my dress and unfastens his belt.
“Take your bra off,” he whispers, nodding to my chest. I keep my eyes on his face as I unhook my bra and let the straps fall into the crooks of my arms, freeing my aching breasts.
My nipples tingle, and Dec’s eyes smoke, his hands faltering on his fly.
Leaving his trousers hanging open, he dips and pulls his socks off.
Then he pushes his trousers down, revealing thick thighs coated in dark hair, his boxers hugging them.
The bulge of his erection.
I bite my lip and peek up at him. This prime, virile man.
“Still nervous?” he asks quietly, as we stand opposite each other, both naked except for his boxers and my knickers.
I shake my head, unable to keep my distance a moment longer.
I walk into his chest and pull his mouth down to mine, swallowing his groan.
His fingers slip into the side of my knickers and shove them down my thighs, and I return the favour, slipping both hands past the material of his boxers and easing them over his arse.
In just a few seconds, we’re both completely naked and Dec’s palms rest on my hips, lifting me to his body.
My arms loop his neck, my legs curl around his waist, my lips not leaving his for even a moment.
I don’t need to see when I’m feeling so much.
With his head craned back to accommodate me, he circles my tongue lightly as he walks a few paces and bends, taking me down to the bed.
He brushes against my entrance, and I whimper, feeling a need so powerful pounding between my thighs, feeling his too, his hard length throbbing.
“I’m really fucking hoping you tell me I don’t need to cover up,” he says urgently, every inch of his body rubbing against me as he rips his mouth off mine, leaving me gasping, and kisses between my breasts, gently circling his floating palm above my boob, just close enough for it to graze the tip of my nipple.
We’ve both said we can’t have kids, so we’re not talking about worries of an accidental pregnancy.
We’re talking about my promiscuous lifestyle.
“You don’t need to.” I writhe across the sheets, blissing out further when I feel the scratch of his bristles on the inside of my thighs.
My head spins. Do I need to ask him the same?
What a fool I am. “And you?” I ask, breathless.
He nips at my inside thigh and looks up my body. “What about me?”
Confusion gets me, and it gets me good. “Are you . . .” Fuck, how do I word this?
“I haven’t slept with anyone in nearly five years, Camryn.”
My mouth drops open as he gazes at me, unapologetic and unashamed. “Five years?”
“I haven’t had the time or the desire.” He turns his face into my thigh and nips again. “Now I really have the desire.”
Five years? How? This gorgeous, successful brooding, sexy man. How is that even possible?
“Are we done?” he asks.
“We’re done.” And I’m in shock. Five years? He said his wife left four years ago.
“Good.” His tongue meets my heat.
“Oh my God!” I jack up off the bed, a million bolts of pleasure shooting through me. “Dec!”
“Shh,” he whispers, sucking my clit into his mouth gently. “Spread your legs more.”
I’m dizzy, floating, which seems to erase the heaviness I carry around with me daily.
My legs fall open, my hand slipping into his hair, as he seduces my pussy with a lax tongue, looking up at me to watch as I absorb every stroke.
As much as I’d love to keep my neck craned to see him, I’m becoming boneless with pleasure.
So I rest my head back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, circling my hips onto his mouth.
Floating.
I close my eyes and sink into the sheets, stroking through his hair as he keeps the fire burning, blood rushing to my head. All thoughts of his abstinence for five fucking years disappears, and my feelings for him accelerate.
When his hand rests on my boob and squeezes, I reach and hold it in place, massaging with him.
I’m not going to be a man you fuck and forget, Camryn.
If Dec never laid a finger on me ever, never kissed me, never held me, was never intimate with me, I still could never forget him. There’s a gentle authority about him that had me from the second he appeared next to me at the bar. A strength I’m not familiar with.
Falling.
I was falling before this moment. I was falling before he even kissed me. Now I feel like I’m past the point of return, and as he worships me, I don’t care what that means.
I open my eyes as my inner walls constrict, the pressure fast approaching bursting point.
My hand tightens in his hair, my other over his hold of my breast, my gaze dropping down my chest. Drowsy eyes meet mine, and I gasp, flexing my hips.
His free hand slides under my thigh and pushes my leg back, opening me wider, and he comes up for air briefly, panting, his mouth glistening as he stares at my swollen pussy.