Chapter Six Never Be The Same #3
What the fuck? Anger rages through me. “Where did you get this?”
She pulls back, reacting to my anger, her eyes big, scanning my face, trying to read my thoughts. “It was in the mail. Teddy handed it to me before I left.”
“Did he see it?” That came out way too accusatory. Fuck!
“No!” She steps back, extricating herself from my grasp. “I didn’t read it until I came home.” Her head tilts, piercing me with her glare. “I texted you right after.”
“Fuck.” My head falls forward, and I grab the back of my neck.
“I’m sorry.” I look up to see tears staining her cheeks.
I rush to her, wrapping her in my arms. Thankfully she doesn’t resist. “Christ, you know it’s bullshit, right?
” Her whole body sags against me. “I’m sorry.
I’m not angry at you. I’m angry at the situation.
” I cup her head to my chest and kiss her wet hair.
“I’m not angry with you,” I whisper, my lips still pressed to her hair.
She simply nods and squeezes me tightly.
“It’s probably some jackass trying to win that stupid bet. Trying to get you to break up with me by a certain date so he or she can win,” I offer the first solution that pops into my brain.
“Maybe it’s Lydia,” Samantha pipes in.
Christ. “Maybe it is.” I lift her chin. Her eyes lock on mine. “It’s not true. Tell me you at least know that much.”
She nods. “I don’t believe you’d cheat on me.”
I sigh in relief. I knew she knew that, but I had to be certain. “Why the tears then?”
Eyes cast down, her shoulders rise and fall. “It makes me question if I’m enough.”
The sorrow in her voice squeezes my chest. “Samantha.”
She pulls out of my embrace. “I know.” She sighs, starting to pull clothes out of drawers.
“It’s old news. It’s my old news.” Clothes gathered in her arms, she looks at me pleadingly, sad.
“It feels like the world is conspiring against me, against us, continually ripping off the scab of my insecurities as soon as I start to heal and feel confident.”
After the events of the past few weeks, I’m not surprised.
First it was Lydia, then the bet against us, and the overheard discussion about me never being satisfied by only one woman, and then Michael’s poorly worded comment making her feel like she was the one who would be dumped- if it happened—not me.
I open my arms. “Come here, baby.”
She doesn’t hesitate. She drops her clothes and walks right into me, wrapping herself around me as I do the same.
“We’ll figure out who sent it.” I kiss her swollen, soft lips.
“I don’t want you to give it another thought.
” My lips brush hers again. “I need you to listen to me, focus on my words—the only words that matter.”
Her lips curl in a seductive smile. Her eyes shine with love as she waits patiently.
I walk her backwards. “You own me. Heart and soul. Mind and body. Everything I have, everything I am, everything I will be—is yours. There is no me without you. No other women even exist for me. They are monotone shades of gray compared to your shining, all consuming incandescence.”
Her smile falters when the back of her legs hit the bed, startling her.
Slowly, I release her towel, letting it fall to the floor. “I will love you to the end of time, Samantha.” My arm around her back, I gently lower her to the bed. “Every inch of you inside and out is my heaven, my sanctuary.”
“Joseph,” she gasps, bowing off the bed when I draw a taut nipple into my mouth and suck deeply.
I repeat my ministrations on her other succulent peak as I work to remove my tie.
Her nimble fingers work to free my shirt from my pants.
In moments, it’s discarded, and I settle myself over her, bare chest to bare chest, my hard cock straining against my slacks, pressed between her legs. “My world, my life, is yours.”
With racing breath, her lips find mine, her tongue pressing for admittance. I gladly let her in, taking all she has to give and returning it with equal vigor.
“Mine,” she growls, coming up for air.
“Fuck, yes,” I agree with relief to see the sadness gone, replaced with desire and possessiveness, making my steel-hard dick throb with the need to claim her as mine, too. I want to claim her, love every silky inch of her with my mouth, but my need to mark her with my cock wins out.
“Finally,” she exclaims when I’m naked and pressing into her.
“My greedy girl.” I sink in to the hilt, reveling in her gasps of pleasure, and still.
Our gazes lock, her panting breath wafting over my face.
“This, Samantha, is my favorite place. I love you in all things, in all ways. But here—buried deep inside you—is where I find my solace, my home, my respite. When we make love, I’m not a McIntyre, an heir to a Fortune 500 company.
I’m not a VP. I’m not a son, a brother, a friend.
All I am at this moment is a man, your man, making love to his woman, trying to express with my body the depth of my love and devotion. ”
“Joseph.” She trembles below me, squeezing me tightly with her legs, her arms, and her pussy as tears stream down the sides of her remarkable face. “You make me feel like I could fly.” Her chin trembles, and tears continue to fall into her wet hair. “Like I’m somebody special.”
My heart bursts. “Christ, Samantha, you are somebody special. You’re my somebody special.” I grind my hips, pressing into her slowly and deeply.
She cries out, already so close. My words, my love, taking her faster than my body can alone.
“Fly for me, Sweets. I’ll be here to catch you when you land.”