Chapter 22
Easton didn’t let me down even when we got into the elevator. He threw me in his car and buckled me up, acting like he was afraid I’d run away after seeing his penthouse, which I had dubbed his revenge shrine.
“We’ll get your car later,” he said, his eyes firmly planted on the road.
“Okay, you know how much I like you driving me around. Besides, these heated seats are magical.” I switched on my seat to show my sincerity.
We didn’t speak while he drove to my house. My bottom lip was trapped between my teeth on the drive. I could tell Easton had things on his mind, too, mostly by the way he gripped the steering wheel.
“Don’t,” Easton ordered when he parked his car in my driveway and I moved to get out.
I stayed, watching him while he walked around and opened my door. He threw me over his shoulder, rummaging through my purse to unlock the door.
“This might be my favorite position to get you to places,” Easton said before biting my ass through my pants.
“I’m not going to complain. The view is rather spectacular.”
Easton took me straight to my room. He put me down in front of my bed and began to undress me.
Like everything Easton did, it was well thought out.
He crouched, taking off my shoes and socks, kissing each arch and licking my ankle bones before moving on.
Still on his knees, he undid my pants and slowly slid them down.
Goosebumps pebbled my skin just like it did every time Easton undressed me.
This felt different. He took his time kissing my legs and nibbling the sensitive skin on the side of my knee.
Who would have thought that would be sensitive? Easton, I answered in my head. Easton is the only man who took his time to map everything he did, even my body.
He tapped the inside of my knees, so I’d spread my legs apart.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured as his nose pressed against my underwear. My stomach flipped from a cross between pure lust and him calling me his.
Pathetic much?
I wore dark green lace. He’d mentioned he loved my pale skin in green, and I knew it drove him crazy.
“I want to drown in you,” he murmured.
He kissed the inside of my thigh until he hit that damn sensitive spot on the side of my knee, and said knees buckled.
Easton’s hands grabbed my ass, keeping me upright, moving to my other knee and making his way up my thigh.
He blew hot air on the wet spot, showing me just how soaked my underwear were.
In a very un-Easton-like move, he tore my underwear, instead of slowly pulling them down.
The seams ripped until they were tattered on the floor and I reserved a spot right next to my ruined underwear for my heart, which would come out worse than the destroyed garment.
Easton plunged his tongue into my slickness, dancing across my clit in the way he knew drove me crazy.
This man could write a Rachel manual on my body.
In the time we’d been together, he’d catalogued everything, finding things about me and my body even I wasn’t aware of.
Maybe as a parting gift I would have him write it out for the next person.
Easton had me trembling in minutes, so close to an orgasm I couldn’t remember my name if asked. His hands were splayed over my ass, more to keep me up than anything. His tongue snaked in and out of me before swirling over my clit in a dance he’d invented.
“Oh, god.” My head fell back between my shoulders, and I caught a glimpse of my ceiling before my eyes fell shut in painful bliss.
He smiled against my skin. A wicked thought crossed my mind, making me smile.
“Please, sir, I’m so close.”
Easton growled against my wetness. His hands moved from my ass, allowing me to fall to my mattress.
When he stood, his face glistened from my arousal.
After undoing his pants, he shoved them to the floor.
He grabbed my legs, hoisting them over his shoulders.
My shoulders and head were the only thing touching the mattress as he drove into me, making us both groan.
“Say it again,” he commanded, slowly pushing in and out of me, keeping me from the ledge I desperately wanted to leap from.
“Sir,” I complied, wanting an orgasm more than I wanted to tease him.
“Again.”
“Sir.”
“Fuck, why is that so fucking hot?”
“I don’t know, sir,” I answered even though I knew he wasn’t really asking.
He groaned and lost control. Watching Easton thrust in and out of me without abandon was magnificent. His eyes were locked on mine as he continued to move, hitting that spot I was sure only he knew about.
My breasts bounced with each thrust and I grabbed them, squeezing my nipples. He watched, his jaw tense. He lifted me higher, maneuvering me for a better angle.
“Holy fuck, Easton, I’m going to come!” I screamed. The new angle made him move deeper inside of me.
“Come for me. I want to watch you fall apart.”
And I did. My legs quaked as an orgasm … no, not an orgasm, the orgasm ripped through me. I felt myself pulse around him, clamping around his cock still buried inside of me.
“Fuck,” he roared.
I opened my eyes, wanting to watch his release.
We were both fascinated when it came to our release.
Easton’s jaw tightened, his head thrown back in unadulterated pleasure.
I watched his throat bob just before he groaned his orgasm to the sky.
His hands were locked on my hips, and I relished the burn, hoping they left bruises.
I shook from the high he’d just thrown me into and from the looks of it he wasn’t very stable himself. We stayed like that for minutes, locked in each other until my muscles relented. He gathered me up, throwing me over his shoulder.
“I can’t decide if I like your naked ass or your ass clad in tight slacks better,” I said to his naked ass.
Easton chuckled, turning on the shower. “I guess I’ll have to continue to show you both so you can get sufficient data before you decide.”
My stomach spasmed and it had nothing to do with Easton’s muscular shoulder pressed against it.
How am I supposed to let him go?
I mentally shook it off. If this was going to be my last night with him, I was going to make it the best night.
“It might take some extensive research, sir.” I felt his rumble of satisfaction.
He smacked my ass before slowly sliding me off his shoulder. I wrapped my legs around him when we stepped into the hot spray.
“I’m willing to submit to being your test subject. All in the name of science, of course.”
“Of course.”
Stop smiling, Rachel.
But I didn’t and I couldn’t.
When my legs were too slippery to keep them around Easton, I slid down his body, enjoying all the dips and ridges. My feet hit the tiled floor, I wrapped myself around him, and plastered my face to his chest, letting my tears mingle with the shower water.
We stood under the spray in a thoughtful silence. I wanted to ask him what he was thinking. I wanted to bust his skull open and pull out the thoughts he kept from me, knowing one way or another they would slice me to the point of breaking.
Finally pulling myself together, I removed myself from his delectable body.
His thumb traced my cheek, and I hoped he wouldn’t be able to distinguish between salty tears and tap water.
He frowned, and I was terrified, knowing that if he put the water on his finger in his mouth, he’d know they were tears, leaving me helpless to play off my building feelings.
While holding onto him like a vulnerable octopus, I made the decision that when he did his feelings check in the morning, I was going to tell him that I no longer wanted to be with him.
That our agreement had met its expiration date without telling him I fell in love with him.
It wasn’t fair to him, and I was fantastic at being the emotional martyr, making sure everyone around me was secure while I battled the storm in silence.