Chapter 21 #2
“Did she do this?” she whispered. Her fingertips brushed across the side of his face. “We should get some ice on that.”
She turned to walk to the kitchen, but he caught her arm to stop her.
When she turned around, his gaze finally found hers.
It told her everything she needed to know.
It spoke about how wounded he was, but also that she was the only one who could heal him.
It wasn’t about the physical pain, not really. It was all about what he felt inside.
He didn’t say a word as his hand worked up from her arm to the back of her neck. She was pressed against the wall as his lips descended on her. He was gentle at first. His other hand rested on her hip as he took a tentative taste.
She didn’t know if he was waiting to be granted permission or to be pushed away. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she needed him as much as he did her.
She fisted his shirt in both hands and pulled him closer to her. His kiss became more frantic. His tongue swept through her mouth, then his lips were moving down her neck until they settled over her taut nipple.
A small gasp escaped her lips when he lifted her up to his hips. Her fingers played through his hair as he soaked the front of her tank top with his mouth.
His gaze landed back on hers when she moaned. She was in the middle of debating what to say to make him continue when he moved them to the stairs.
He carried her up like she was as light as a feather. It wasn’t until he tossed her on the bed that she realized where he had carried her.
She lay back watching as he pulled his shirt over his head.
It was a nice show. One she would never get tired of.
Then it was her turn. He grabbed the front of her shirt and pulled her into a sitting position.
He pulled it over her head before pressing his hand between her breasts to lower her back to the bed.
“I’ve dreamed about this,” he said. His gaze roamed over her body. “So many times. Every day I think about the things I want to do to you.”
“Like what?”
“Like this.” He lowered himself until he was pressing her into the bed. Just the delicious weight of him made her want more.
He kissed the side of her breast before his lips skimmed back over her nipple. She wanted to scream, and almost did when he nipped the hard bud. Her hips bucked against his as he moved to the other one.
“Fox,” she gasped as his teeth tugged. He stopped, and when their gazes met again, he was smiling.
“Like this,” he said. He stood, reached over and slid her shorts from her hips. They were tossed over his shoulder to the floor. He lowered to his knees at the foot of the bed and tugged her to him. She bucked even harder when his tongue swept through her folds finding the perfect place.
“Please,” she begged.
He growled and worked her harder. His tongue was perfect as she slowly lost track of time and space. Her senses were focused solely on him as she felt apart. He continued to lick and suck until she collapsed.
She could have fallen asleep except that she heard a zipper. Opening her eyes just in time, she watched as he pushed his jeans off. His black boxer briefs followed to give her a perfect view.
“And this,” he said, climbing up the bed until he hovered over her. He sat back on his heels and rolled a condom down his length. Almost like it had a mind of its own, her hand reached out to follow the condom.
“Bailey,” he groaned. Her fist tightened when it reached the root. He lowered over her as she guided him inside.
She had had sex before, but never like this. Most of the men she had been with were in a rush. It was all about getting there as quickly as possible. Fox took his time, however.
He watched her as he slid slowly inside her. She waited for the rush, but he kept the same languid pace for few minutes. If he continued, she was sure to lose her mind.
“You feel too good. I wish this could last forever,” he said.
Then he pulled out and slammed back inside her with a grunt.
She felt something coil inside as he did it again.
Was it even possible to have an orgasm this way?
She never had before. It had always taken more than penetration to get the job done.
“Fox,” she began to chant as his unrelenting pace washed over her. He pulled her onto his thighs which changed everything. She felt her muscles lock as wave after wave of ecstasy washed her away. When her body finally relaxed, she found him gazing down at her with a smile.
“Oh my god,” she said in a panic. “Did you finish?” He laughed as he eased her back fully on the bed.
“I can just look at you and come. What do you think?” He settled between her legs for a minute. His hand lightly grazed her arm. “I guess I am that guy after all.”
“Then I guess I’m that girl.” He rolled off her to sit on the edge of the bed. His hand made circles over her stomach while his gaze followed it.
“I made the decision tonight before coming over here,” he said without looking up. “I’m done. Brooke and I are over.”