Chapter 15 #3
He sucks my clit and moves his fingers quicker through my slickness.
My climax comes hard and fast. It drags with it memories of every look, every touch, every time he’s hovered above me and gazed into my eyes as he’s made love to me.
My hips buck but he keeps going, his mouth licking me through my orgasm until my skin is aflame.
I wait for my vision to focus and my pants to subside.
Emotion threatens to run from my eyes, so I sit up and push it aside.
I take my legs wide and drag him to me by his belt.
He holds my head as I unbuckle and unbutton him.
The tightening of his grip tells me he knows what’s coming.
I take his jeans and boxers down in one go, freeing his solid shaft.
I lick my dry lips as he drops his head back on a heavy exhale.
‘Dayna. Baby.’
I want to give him this. To make him feel as all-consumed as I do by him.
I draw my tongue up his cock, my eyes on his.
Then I take the head in my mouth, licking and swallowing his pre-ejaculate, craving more of his taste.
I remember how he feels, each curve of his length, the way his body responds to my touch.
I work the base of his erection with my hand and move my mouth up and down, taking as much of him as I can, until he’s pulling my hair and his hips start moving, fighting against his need to push in and out of me.
He lets me take control of his pleasure.
His cock thickens and the muscles of his torso tighten.
‘Don’t make me come. I want to be inside you.’
I keep going, and he lets me, until his hips start moving quickly and I lap up more beads of his excitement. He’s there.
Holding my head in his hands, he slides out, lifting my legs around his waist, then he kisses me passionately, deeply, frantically.
He takes me to the bed and into his lap. I run my tongue around the inside of his lip, tasting myself on him. The blend of us both is a heady cocktail.
I slide down onto him with ease. It feels right. Connected in a way we should be, as if we were made for this, for each other. He holds me still. ‘I haven’t covered up.’
I shake my head, breathless, knowing I can’t stop now, I can’t even wait for him to get something. And I don’t want him to. I don’t want anything between us. I just want him. All of him. ‘Keep going, please.’
He closes his eyes and lets me fall deeper, roll my hips slowly as he rubs exactly the right spot on me.
‘Dayna, you are— Jesus, fuck.’
I quicken my rhythm until I’m on the precipice again, sweating, impatient to bring him to his peak with me. My breaths are erratic. My head is becoming a blur of bright lights. I lift my hair from my neck as he bites the plump flesh of my breast.
‘Come with me, baby. I need to feel you.’
I submit to his demand, rotating my hips harder and faster, riding out my orgasm, squeezing his cock until he barks my name.
I’m not only sated, I’m spent. Mentally, physically, in every way. I fall into him and wrap my arms around him. He rocks us gently, still inside me, taking every last drop of pleasure from us both.
Afterwards, he carries me to the shower, where he silently washes my body and hair.
I do the same to him, enjoying the feel of his skin, slick beneath my soapy fingers.
He kisses my brow, scalp, temples, as I clean him.
Tears flow from my eyes and mix with the water from the shower.
It’s too much. Him. Naked. Me taking care of him.
Him taking care of me. The way we’ve laughed and talked tonight.
I remember how smart he is, how funny. The way he gets me.
When we’re done, we climb into bed together, the air heavy between us. He pins me to him, his arm wrapped across my chest, my arm covering his.
‘What if we screw it all, Dayna?’ he whispers. ‘You hate the industry anyway, you always did. Let’s do something different. Renewable, sustainable, green. You and me.’
I’m still. I don’t dare move. And as he nuzzles my neck, I wait, until his breathing becomes slow and quiet.
I could panic now. I could start thinking about tomorrow. The idea of something new, something different, that we could feel passionate about. Him. Me.
But I need this well. I need to put the night of the disaster to bed.
This was the end of Clark and me. It has to be.
But I wish we could stay like this. I wish I could stay in his arms. I wish the sun would never come up.
* * *
A knock on the door rouses me and I wake with a start. I lick my tender lips and hug the duvet to my sore breasts. My legs are wet and my sex swollen. I close my eyes and lie back, willing away the new day. Wanting to indulge in the memory of last night.
‘Coffee?’ Clark asks, carrying a tray of room service into the bedroom and placing it down on a table at the foot of the bed.
He’s wearing nothing but a towel. I would much rather do something with that sublime body than think and talk about what happens next.
I sit up, and he hands me a steaming mug. He knows the inevitable is here, and that’s why he sits in a chair by the table, rather than coming back to bed.
‘How do you feel?’ he asks.
‘Sore.’
He smirks behind his drink. ‘I meant about the tender.’
I nod, with a sigh. ‘I know. I still want the well, Clark. Last night doesn’t change that.’
‘You never gave me an answer to my offer.’
I wait, wondering if he knows I was awake when he offered me something more last night.
‘A joint bid,’ he says, as if I imagined his sleepy murmurings, as if I dreamt them. And I hate that I’m disappointed, even though it’s an unrealistic proposition. A fiction that will never become a reality.
So, do I want to enter a joint bid with Clark? To be wedded to him in business for the next ten years?
Last night, I was worried he’d played me for a fool, got me hooked on him again, got close to me so he could coax me into a joint bid.
But he’s right, Teddy’s right, Arthur’s right.
The chance of making a profit if we increase our bid to beat Persian Fuels, even with SP’s blending capabilities, is slim at best. He really is doing this to protect me.
The thought hangs like a heavy burden in my chest, rather than my lifeline. And with it comes my new concern.
I’m falling for Clark all over again. I’ve fallen.
There’s so much history, so many issues he needs to sort out with his almost-wife, that I don’t know if we would even stand a chance.
But the thought that going into business together would mean we couldn’t be together and look out for the best interests of our companies, it kills me.
If, or when, we screw things up again, it would mean mess, big mess.
It wouldn’t be fair to our companies, our fellow directors.
Closing a business deal would close the door on us, forever. I don’t know whether that’s a good thing or my worst nightmare.
‘I need to think about it, Clark.’ I need to get my head straight.
‘Dayna, you know it makes sense. You want the well. I know you’re not going to back down.
But I am begging you not to get into business with Bahrain.
It’s dangerous. If you beat Caspar, he might not let it lie.
I want to be in that fight with you, every step of the way. If anything happened to you?—’
I put down my coffee and take the sheet with me as I head to the bathroom, suddenly uncomfortable being naked around him.
‘I’ll think about it.’
‘And us?’
‘I think we both have a lot of baggage to sort through, Clark. Fucked up probably aptly describes us both.’
I shut the bathroom door, close the lid of the toilet and sit down on it, rubbing my temples.
Fuck.