Part 22 (2/2)
”What?”
”Just, just stay still for a minute.”
I scrunched up my nose, concentrated on catching my breath. This s.e.x stuff was tricky. Also, I wanted to memorize every moment of this perfect experience. I didn't want to forget a thing.
He balanced my back against the shower wall and pushed more fully into me. A startled sound burst out of my mouth. Most closely it resembled ”argh”.
”Easy,” he murmured. ”You okay?”
I felt really full. Stretched. And it might have felt good. It was hard to tell. I needed him to do something so I could figure out where this new sensation was taking me. ”Are you going to move now?”
”If you're okay now.”
”I'm okay.”
He did move then, watching my face all the while. The slide out lit me up inside in a lovely rush, but the thrust back in got my immediate attention. Whoa. Good or bad, I still couldn't quite tell. I needed more. He gave it to me, his pelvis s.h.i.+fting against me, keeping the warmth and tension building. My blood felt fever hot, surging through me, burning beneath my skin. I fit my mouth to his, wanting more. Wanting it all. The wet of his mouth and the skill of his tongue. All of him. No one kissed like David. As though kissing me beat breathing, eating, sleeping or anything else he might have otherwise planned to do with the rest of his life.
My back b.u.mped hard against the gla.s.s wall and our teeth clinked together. He broke the kiss with a wary look, but he never stopped moving. Harder, faster, he rocked into me. It just got better and better. We needed to do this all the time. Constantly. Nothing else mattered when it was like this between us. Every worry disappeared.
It was so d.a.m.n good. He was all that I needed.
Then he hit upon some spot inside of me and my whole body seized up, nerves tingling and running riot. My muscles squeezed him tight and he thrust in deep several times in rapid succession. The world blacked out or I closed my eyes. The pressure inside me shattered into a million amazing pieces. It went on and on. My mind left the stratosphere, I was sure of it. Everything sparkled. If it felt anything like that for David, I don't know how he stayed on his feet. But he did. He stood strong and whole with me clutched tight against him like he'd never let me go.
Eventually, about a decade later, he did set me down. His hands hovered by my waist, just in case. Once my limbs proved trustworthy, he turned me to face the water. With a gentle hand, he cleaned me between my legs. I didn't get what he was up to at first and tried to back away. Touching anything there right then didn't seen a smart idea.
”It's okay,” he said, drawing me back into the spray of water. ”Trust me.”
I stood still, flinching out of instinct. He took nothing but care. The whole world seemed weird, everything too close and yet buffered at the same time. Weariness and the best o.r.g.a.s.m of my life had undone me.
Next he reached over and turned off the water, stepped out and grabbed two towels. One he tied around his waist, the other he patted me dry with.
”That was good, right?” I asked as he dried off my hair, tending to me. My body still shook and quivered. It seemed like a good sign. My world had been torn apart and remade into some sparkly surreal love-fest thing. If he said it was only okay I might hit him.
”That was f.u.c.king incredible,” he corrected, pulling off his towel and throwing it onto the bathroom counter.
Even my grin quivered. I saw it in the mirror. ”Yes. It was.”
”Us together, always is.”
Hand in hand we walked back into the bedroom. Being naked in front of him didn't feel weird for once. There was no hesitation. He discarded his towel and we climbed onto his giant-sized bed, gravitating naturally toward the middle and each other. We both lay on our sides, face to face. I could slip into a coma, I was so worn out. Such a pity to have to close my eyes when he lay right there in front of me. My husband.
”You swore at me,” he said, eyes amused.
”Did I?”
His hand sat atop of my thigh, his thumb sliding back and forth over my hip bone. ”Gonna pretend you don't remember what you said? Really?”
”No. I remember.” Though I hadn't meant to say it, neither the cuss word nor the declaration of love. But I had. Big girl panties time. ”I said I was in love with you.”
”Mm. People say stuff during s.e.x. It happens.”
He was giving me an out but I couldn't take it. I wouldn't take it, no matter how tempting. I wasn't about to diminish the moment like that.
”I am in love with you.” I said, feeling awkward. The same as when I'd said I trusted him, he was going to leave me hanging here too. I knew it.
His gaze lingered on my face, patient and kind. It hurt. Something inside me felt brittle and he brought it straight to the fore. Love made spelunking look sensible. BASE jumping and wrestling bears couldn't be far behind. But it was much, much too late to worry. The words were already out there. If love was for fools then so be it. At least I'd be an honest one.
He stroked my face with the back of his fingers. ”That was a beautiful thing to say.”
”David, it's okay-”
”You're so f.u.c.king important to me,” he said, stopping me short. ”I want you to know that.”
”Thank you.” Ouch, not exactly the words I wanted to hear after I admitted I loved him.
Rising up on one elbow, he brought his lips to mine, kissing me silly. Stroking my tongue with his and taking me over. It left no room for worry.
”I need you again,” he whispered, kneeling between my legs.
This time we did make love. There was no other word for it. He rocked into me at his own pace, pressing his cheek against mine, scratching me with his stubble. His voice went on and on, whispering secrets in my ear. How no one had ever been this right for him. How he wanted to stay just like this as long as could. Sweat dripped off his body, running over my skin before soaking into the bed sheet. He made himself a permanent part of me. It was bliss. Sweet, tender, and slow. Maddeningly slow near the end.
It felt like it went on for forever. I wish it had.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN.
Adrian went ballistic over the bruises on David's face. He didn't seem too pleased to see me again, either. There was a brief flash of shark's teeth before I was hustled into a corner of the big dressing room out of harm's way. Security stood outside, letting only those invited into the inner sanctum.
The show was in a ballroom at one of the big, fancy hotels in town. Lots of twinkling chandeliers and red satin, big round tables crammed full of stars and the pretty-people posses that accompanied them. Luckily, I'd worn a blue dress, the only one that remotely covered everything, and a pair of the mile-high shoes Martha had ordered. Kaetrin, the Bikini Girl, David's old friend, had been on the other side of the room, wearing a red frock and a scowl. She was going to get wrinkles if she kept that up. Happily, she got bored with pouting at me after a while, and wandered away. I didn't blame her for being mad. If I'd lost David, I'd be p.i.s.sed too. Women hovered near David, hoping for his attention. I could have high-fived someone over the way he ignored them.
There was no sign of Jimmy. Mal sat with a stunning Asian girl on one knee and a busty blonde on the other, much too busy to talk to me. I still hadn't met the fourth member of the band, Ben.
”Hey,” David said, exchanging my untouched gla.s.s of Cristal for a bottle of water. ”Thought you might prefer this. Everything okay?”
”Thank you. Yes. Everything's great.”
Wonderful man, he knew I still hadn't recovered enough from Vegas to risk the taste of alcohol. He nodded and pa.s.sed the gla.s.s of champagne off to a waiter. Then he started slipping out of his leather jacket. Other people might put on tuxedos but David stuck to his jeans and boots. His one concession to the occasion was a black b.u.t.ton-down s.h.i.+rt. ”Do me a favor and put this on.”
”You don't like my dress?”
”Sure I do. But the air-conditioning's a bit cold in here,” he said, wrapping the jacket around my shoulders.
”No, it's not.”
He gave me a lopsided grin that would have melted the hardest of hearts. Mine didn't stand a chance. With an arm either side of my head he leaned in, blocking out the rest of the room and everyone in it.
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