Part 28 (2/2)
He pulls away.
And his hands drop to my hips, making their way around my a.s.s. ”I've missed you so much, Mirella.” His words are soft in my ear. ”You cannot imagine.”
My breath catches. He makes me feel so desired.
So adored.
”I've missed you too.” My words barely a whisper.
I have...so very much.
He trails kisses along my jaw. ”You could have fooled me. You've been ignoring me for weeks.”
”I have?”
”Don't play coy with me,” he says, trailing his hand up my back, under my blouse. ”I like what you're wearing.”
”Thanks. I had no idea what to wear. Kathryn's e-mail was a little vague.”
”Yes, I know.”
”Why did you want me to wear ridiculously high shoes? What's up with that?” I ask, curious. ”And what about the wild goose chase?”
I want answers.
He laughs. ”I confess...I wanted you to suffer a little.”
I jerk away from him. ”You're telling me my bleeding feet were all part of an evil plan.”
His smile fades. ”You had me running in circles, trying to find out when I would see you next. Wondering what in the heavens was going on with you. Wondering if you had a change of heart about us?”
His eyes are so soft, filled with pure emotion, with a hint of pain-I can hardly be mad at him. ”I didn't appreciate that one bit,” he explains, trailing his finger along my cheek. ”I thought you deserved a good lesson.”
”Who knew you were so vengeful,” I say, my lids heavy. I could just throttle him right now but still, I want him.
”I certainly didn't,” he whispers, his finger tracing the outline of my lips. ”You drive me insane, Mirella.”
I reach for his belt. I want him...now. I've missed his touch, the taste of his skin, his beautiful c.o.c.k.
But he pulls away.
He pushes me against the wall and reaches for the fly of my capris. He undoes it in one smooth move. His hands glide over my hips and against my legs, pulling at the fabric, dragging my pants down along with my panties. When he gets to my feet, he kisses the top of my left one.
”I'll give you a foot ma.s.sage later,” he promises, looking up at me. ”You've earned it.”
As he pulls my pants and panties over my feet, I feel so exposed...and wild. I can't believe we're doing this...here.
He stands up and towers over me, pulls my face to his, and kisses me again.
We feverishly work together to undo his pants, and free him-his erection brushes against my belly. There's a sense of great urgency, and I don't think I've ever seen Weston so unrestrained.
He props me up and takes me against the wall.
”You feel incredible,” he breathes as soon as he's inside me. ”I've missed this.”
He pushes into me over and over again. I tighten my legs around him as his hips press harder against me. He breathes hard into my ear. I moan softly, enjoying him thoroughly, my head thrown back toward the ceiling. The small room shakes, as does the gilded mirror and the small chandelier on top. And I pray it doesn't come cras.h.i.+ng down.
Weston's breaths come faster and louder, he plows into me harder, and I can sense both of us reaching climax. I bury my o.r.g.a.s.mic moans into his neck, trying not to make a sound.
But it's obvious-we're not fooling anyone. I'm sure Anette knows what's going on. But she's just sold a very expensive dress-I imagine she'll let us get away with it.
Up against the red wall, he still holds me in his arms. My face is buried in his warm neck, my nose marvels in his woodsy scent.
The moment is perfect.
”f.u.c.k,” Weston whispers, the word barely audible in my ear. I'm shocked. I've never heard the man curse before.
”What? What is it?” I ask, the words spilling out of me. ”Did we break something?” I ask, looking up at the chandelier.
”No. I forgot the condom.” His voice is coa.r.s.e.
”Oh,” is all I manage to say.
He buries his face in my chest. ”I can't believe I've been so irresponsible.”
”It's fine, Weston,” I try to rea.s.sure him. ”I've been on the pill. And as you know, I'm clean and I haven't...”
”I know you're clean. It's just that...”
”That what?” I want to know why he's so upset.
”I'm losing my bearings with you,” he confesses. ”It seems I'm breaking all the rules.”
I can't argue with that.
He has been.
”Well, that was a really nice quickie,” I say with a sly smile, trying to lighten the mood. ”Shall I try on my dress now?”
As Weston helps me into the dress, his touch is soft and delicate. I look at our reflection in the gilded mirror-his tall frame in a tailored tux and mine in my soft flowing gown. I can't help but feel like Cinderella.
He trails his finger along my exposed neck. ”You look as exquisite as I'd imagined. It fits you like a glove.” His gaze lingers on me. ”I'm glad. I was concerned it wouldn't be quite right.”
”It's really me. You chose wisely.”
He wraps his hands around my waist, warming my insides. ”I thought something old might be appropriate. I know you love vintage...you're an old soul.”
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