SEX Unlimited The Complete Volumes (14 page)

“Every time I don’t think you could possibly be anymore sexy, you prove me wrong. This,” he waves a hand up and down in front of me, “is the sexiest thing any woman has ever done for me. You’re like a true-to-life erotic dream.”

Janette is never going to stop gloating over this one.

I smile, embarrassed, still in disbelief of the night’s chain of events. “I had planned for us to have dinner first but plans have to change now.”

“I’m sorry.”

He takes me by the hand. “No, absolutely not. Don’t apologize. I want you right now. I can’t wait now that I’ve seen you here like this, in that coat and heels.” He’s leading me up winding stairs and I’m trying to take everything in. His place is incredible, very modern. We step into a bedroom that holds a massive bed. There’s very little color anywhere. A huge abstract painting hangs above the bed and his bedding is a dark slate gray color. I scan the room and see no personal photos or anything resembling what his life is like. It’s almost as impersonal as a hotel room. We reach the bed and he lifts me onto it as if I’m the weight of a feather.

“Let’s get these off.” He removes my shoes and sets them aside. “Let’s get this off too.” I help him as I shrug out of the coat and lift my bottom so he can pull it off of me. Here I am again, naked and him clothed. It always seems to happen this way. He reaches down and hooks his fingers under the bottom of his t-shirt and pulls it over his head. My eyes try to take in every glorious inch of his tan, toned chest and abs. Taking a step back, he unbuttons his jeans and a devilish smile stretches across his face. “You sitting there in nothing, on my bed, in my house, is pretty much the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in a long time. You give this room every bit of the color it’s lacking.”

I blush. He pulls down his pants and kicks them to the side.

“I’m sure every woman you’ve had in here added their own flare to it.”

I have no idea why I just said that. I regret it immediately. He stills.

“Candace, you’re the only woman to ever sit on this bed or to be in this room.”

I want to die; like I haven’t embarrassed myself enough already tonight. Suddenly, what he just said registers with me and I’m at a loss for words. He removes his boxer briefs and climbs onto the bed beside me. His hand reaches up and turns my face towards his. “Did you hear me?” You are the
only
woman I’ve ever brought here.” My eyes search his and I know something has just shifted between us.

“I heard you.”

He leans in and kisses me then pulls back. “Good. I don’t want you feeling like you’re part of some revolving door of women because you’re not.”

I nod. “Okay.”

He scoops me up and moves me to the center of the bed. “When I saw you out there with another guy, I didn’t like it.”

My stomach knots and my mind races. What’s he doing? Why is he telling me this?

“Brisban, we don’t have to talk about him. Please just fuck me right now.”

I reach up and try to pull him down to kiss me but he doesn’t budge. “I can’t do that tonight.” He has an almost pained look on his face and I’m becoming increasingly nervous and confused. My heart’s beating so fast it feels like it’s going to burst right out of my chest.

His eyes search my face like he’s trying to find answers to questions he hasn’t even asked yet. I don’t understand what’s happening at all. “What do you mean, you can’t?”

He moves over between my legs, nudging them apart. Grasping his erection he looks down between my thighs and then back up to me. “I can’t fuck you tonight,” he looks back down and guides his cock to the entrance of my pussy, “because I’m making love to you tonight.” And then he locks his eyes onto mine and pushes into me, slow but forceful. I gasp and let out a cry. What he just said, along with the feeling of him buried inside of me, is overwhelming. He sees the bewilderment on my face and knows what I’m doing. “Stop, Candace.”

He moves in and out of me in a way he never has any other time. It’s softer and more controlled. He’s doing more than enjoying how I feel. He’s not just giving or taking pleasure. He’s connecting with more than my body. “Get out of your head.” He pulls one of my legs up over his shoulder and goes deeper inside me. My head arches back and I try to stop thinking. When my eyes snap open, I know he sees the fear in my eyes. He reaches out and pulls me up. As always, it’s as if I weigh nothing. He sits back and positions me on his lap. I sink down onto his cock and wrap my legs around his back. Our faces are mere inches apart. He’s breathing heavily and I feel like my breath has been stolen. He rests his head against mine and thrusts his hips upward, taking me as deep as he can.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. One hand comes up and tangles in my hair as he lets out a ragged sigh. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

Pulling his head back, he looks into my eyes and cradles my face with his left hand. His thumb traces my cheek. “You’re more than sex to me. I don’t know when exactly it happened, but, tonight, standing there between you and him, I knew it. Every fiber of my being wanted to be able to look him in the eyes and tell him you belong to me.”

My eyes flit between his and part of me wants to cry while another part wants to run away. I don’t know what to say or how to process all of this.

“Don’t say anything right now, please. If you want to leave here tonight and never see me again, there’s nothing I can do to change that. Just let me make love to you this one time. I’ve been shut down for so long I’d forgotten how good this feels.” His hands move to my shoulders and glide down my back, caressing me with a gentle reverence. I want to tell him I feel the same way. I want to tell him how closed off I’ve felt the past year and how he’s changed that for me. But I don’t.

I lean in and slant my mouth over his. He responds, moaning as he kisses me back. His arms interlock around me and I begin to move on him. He’s buried inside me and our bodies are connected in every way they possibly can be. His tongue brushes over my bottom lip and I suck it into my mouth. I tilt my hips forward as his hips arch and we move in beautiful unison. Our hot, damp skin slides together and, with every movement, another barrier falls down around us. His hands move down and cup my backside and he lifts me up then back down, over and over, increasing the friction. Our kiss slows and he pulls back. Inhaling deeply, I let out a moan as he brings me back down, sinking himself deeper inside me.

“Look how perfect we are.” He looks down at where our bodies are joined and I follow his gaze. Slowly he moves in and out of me and we watch together. Releasing his right hand from under my backside, he reaches between us and begins to circle the bundle of nerves that are craving to be touched with his thumb.

I drop my head backward as the uncontrollable feeling of pleasure rips through me. “So beautiful,” I hear him say and he increases the speed of his thumb. I start whimpering as the orgasm builds. He skillfully keeps working it until my pussy tightens around him and I let go. The climax moves through me and I feel tears form at the corner of my eyes. He moves us forward, laying me back onto the bed. As soon as our bodies disconnect I want him back inside me. I need it. Thankfully he doesn’t hesitate and pushes back into me while he buries his face in the crook of my neck.

Brisban makes love to my body and soul. Nothing has ever felt so right, yet so wrong, in my life. When he comes he’s silent. His body jerks as he releases his warmth inside me. Silently he’s claiming me and, even though he doesn’t say it, I feel it.

We’re wrapped in each other’s arms; the only sound in the room is the ticking of a clock. We haven’t spoken a single word since we finished having sex. I think we’re both scared to break the silence. A phone rings, startling us both and he rolls over. “It’s my cell.” He scoots over to the edge of the bed and pulls his jeans up from the floor. The ringing continues and he reaches in his jean pocket, fishing the phone out. He squints, looking at the screen, but doesn’t answer it.

“You can answer it. I don’t mind.”

I pull the blanket up to my chest and sit up. He swipes his finger across the screen and puts it to his ear. “Hello.”

I can’t hear the other person but his body is suddenly rigid. “No, I never received a message. And no, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” His voice is off. I don’t know what, but something’s wrong. He drops his head and begins to massage his temple with his free hand.

“Why are you just now telling me this? I really don’t see how you’d ever think I’d agree with something like this.”

He stands up abruptly and I suddenly feel like an eavesdropper. Maybe I should get up and leave the room.

“This isn’t a good time. I’ll have to call you back tomorrow.”

He taps the end button and puts the phone on his bedside table.

“Is everything alright?”

“No, not really. It seems tonight is the night for exes to interject themselves into our lives.” He drops down on the edge of the bed and runs a hand through his disheveled hair.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

An uncomfortable silence settles around us. The only thing I can think to do is offer to leave him alone to deal with whatever this is with his ex-wife.

“I can go so you can call her back.” I start to scoot out of the bed and he turns toward me.

“No, I don’t want you to go.” His expression is pained. The creases at the corner of his eyes are darker and his eyes are sad. “Stay the night with me.”

I grip the blanket at my chest and search his eyes for some sign that doing this isn’t the wrong choice. His beautiful lips curl up faintly at each corner and his eyes soften just a hint. “Please.”

I melt for him at that one word. “Okay.”

He crawls across the bed and pulls me into an embrace. Holding me tightly with one arm, his other hand intertwines in my hair and he breathes into the crook of my neck. “Thank you. I’m not yet ready to let you go.” He kisses the soft skin along my collarbone and I shiver.

“I deleted my profile on that website by the way. I just wanted you to know.”

I lean back away from him in response. Why would he do that? Why tell me? Does he want me to delete mine too? I have so many questions about how drastically everything has changed tonight but I don’t know how to ask without sounding awful about it.

One thing at a time I suppose is the best way to approach it. “Why delete it?”

He reaches up and tucks strands of loose hair behind my ear. “I don’t need that website. I found what I need.” He places a finger under my chin and tilts my face upward. “
You’re
what I need.” His gaze is intense as he leans in to kiss me softly on the lips. The kiss is chaste and warm. An unrecognizable feeling stirs deep inside of me and I close my eyes, trying to steady my heart. His hands cradle my face as he pulls back from the kiss. As my eyes flutter open, I’m met with his handsome smile.

“I know you’re confused because this wasn’t the plan. I know you’re scared of anything more than just a physical relationship with me but, sometimes,” he stops, kissing me once more, “life has other plans. I believe life’s plan for us entails more. I don’t know what that more is but I want to find out.”

“Brisban, I don’t know what to say to any of this. I adore you and since I met you my life has changed dramatically. You make me feel alive and cherished. Being with you is incredible.” I reach up and grasp both his hands in mine. “I was living this mundane, lonely life before you came bursting into my world, giving it this amazing energy.” I look at him, trying so very hard to convey these unclear feelings I’m having. “I don’t know what’s going on between us but even I can’t deny that it’s more than sex at this point. I know it’s more. It’s just terrifying to admit.”

“I know and I wish I could tell you I’m sorry for things taking this unexpected turn but I’m not. I thought I was dead inside. I was certain of it. You’re a gift to me and I’m not going to take you for granted. We will figure it out as we go. Alright?”

I nod. “Alright.”

“You can grab anything from my drawers over there to wear. Or you can always stay naked. I assure you I won’t complain.” His smile meets his eyes as he turns, looking back at me from the bedroom door. “I’m going to go get that dinner we missed ready. I’m starved.”