Chapter Ten #2
He leaned in close and whispered, “Let’s find out.”
I let out a frustrated grunt. “Or we could do that after.”
He shook his head, sliding his phone out of his pocket and pulling up an app.
I narrowed my eyes and mouthed, “You have an app for that?”
“I have an app for everything,” he retorted back in a whisper.
I rolled my eyes and waited for him to sweep my apartment, and the man was thorough, so it took a minute, then he faced me and nodded. “All clear.”
“You didn’t check behind the toilet,” I grumbled.
“You discuss state secrets while on the john?”
“It’s where I do my best work, honestly.”
Wallace laughed, wrapping an arm around my waist.
“Are you done with your little toy?” I challenged.
“Yeah. You wanna fuck?”
I nodded. “Hell yeah.”
“Hard?”
“Jesus, yes!”
With a nod, Wallace led me into my bedroom, then fisted my hair, pulling my head back, and when I met his eyes, my stomach pooled with desire. His eyes were dark, moody, filled with passion. “Strip.”
He released my hair and I started with my shoes, then removed every inch of the rest of my clothing as quickly as I could.
“Hands against the wall, ass to me,” he demanded, voice thick.
I obeyed immediately.
Wallace’s fingers trailed down my spine, and I felt goosebumps cover my body.
“Spread, beautiful.”
I obeyed again and he ran his palms along the globe of my ass, and then between my thighs, dipping his thumb into my aching pussy.
I groaned as he pressed in deeper, then pulled his hand away.
“Ca—ah, don’t stop,” I begged.
“Be still,” he bossed, and I let out a quiet huff.
I heard the swoosh of fabric and then his chest was pressing against my back. “How far do you want me to go, Tess?”
“Oh, god,” I breathed out, and then he was on his knees, and his mouth had replaced his hand. I honestly don’t know how I stayed on my feet as his mouth sucked, licked, and tongued my most forbidden place.
My cheek and hands pinned to the wall in an effort to stay upright, but just as I thought my legs would give out, Wallace stopped his worship of my body, standing and turning me to face him. “You okay?”
I nodded. “Yes, I’m great.”
Wallace’s mouth covered mine and I wrapped my arms around him as he backed me up to the bed. Guiding me onto the mattress, his knee gently pushed my legs apart and slid into me, filling me completely.
I had been expecting hard, frantic, and wild, but Wallace was giving me gentle and sweet, and for whatever strange reason, this fact nearly broke me.
I didn’t want to stop what we were doing, so I slid my hands up his back, my fingers moving over the chiseled muscles as he thrust into me, every stroke bringing me to the brink of ecstasy… and tears.
When his mouth covered mine again, he buried himself deep and I let out a muffled cry as an orgasm ripped through me. His quiet grunt followed and then he kissed my pulse as he rolled us to our sides.
That’s when I could no longer hold back my tears.
Wallace frowned, running his thumb across my cheek. “What just happened? Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head, unable to speak, but I did manage a frustrated growl.
Wallace slid out of me gently before wrapping me in his arms. “Okay, I’ve got you. Just vent it out.”
Another growl of frustration managed to escape as I slid my face into his neck and sobbed, all the while trying my damnedest to stop crying.
I didn’t cry.
Ever.
I had always been a serious human being, even as a child. My ability to control my emotions, even in the worst of situations, was one of the reasons I was good at my job.
But this man.
Lordy, this man had me turned upside down.
I don’t know how long we lay there, but it was a while before my sobbing quieted, and I was able to take few deep breaths, finding my voice again.
“I’m good,” I said, trying to pull away, but he held firm.
“Give me a minute,” he said, kissing my temple.
“Wall—”
“No, you don’t get to show me that side of you, then escape, Tess.”
“You don’t want to clean up?”
“I can feel a few minutes of discomfort if it means gettin’ to the heart of you.”
“Rude.”
He chuckled. “What just happened?”
“My face leaked.”
He smirked. “You mean you cried?”
“Ah, no, I don’t do that,” I countered, running my fingers over his chest.
“We’ll drill down on that later, but for now, let’s figure out what triggered your leakage tonight.”
I groaned. “That sounds so unbelievably wrong and gross.”
“Your words, beautiful.” He smiled gently. “Stop stalling.”
But I kept stalling in the form of drawing pictures on his chest with my index finger.
“Tess?” he prodded.
“Hm?”
“Are you going to talk to me or keep drawing giant boobs on my chest?”
I gasped. “First of all, I was not drawing boobs. I was drawing smiley faces. Technically, one boob was a smiley face, the other was a frowny face, a bit like the comedy, tragedy mask. Second of all, if I was in the mood to spill state secrets about myself, we wouldn’t be naked.”
“Right. I’m gonna go clean up.”
Wallace left my bed and I was suddenly bereft, but when he walked back into the bedroom and pulled his pants back on, I was confused.
Keeping the sheet pulled up around me, I sat up. “Are you leaving?”
“Gettin’ something to eat. You hungry?”
“No.” I patted the mattress. “Come back to bed.”
He shook his head and smiled. “No.”
I frowned. “What just happened?” I parroted back to him.
“Despite what the world, and my family, think about me, I’m not a hit it and quit it kinda guy.”
“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
“You didn’t hurt my feelings,” he said, snagging his undershirt off the floor and pulling it over his head. “You hurt your own, but you don’t seem to want to talk about it, so we’re gonna go ahead and let you process that for a bit.”
I pressed my lips together then blew air out through them. “Sex helps me process.”
“Bullshit answer,” he lobbed back, but he was gentle about it.
He smiled again, his T-shirt now fully covering his beautiful chest, and cocked his head. “You sure you’re not hungry?”
I shook my head, and he walked out the door.