Page 35 of Sweet Dreams
My hottie lifeguard was worried. Over me. I squeezed my arms around him tighter and assured him, "I'm okay, babe. I'm sorry I scared you and I'm sorry it took you back to that memory. But I also knew in that moment, in that garage, that I could take care of myself. For all the times I've doubted myself because I allowed Rylan to cut me down, I've proven the opposite to myself now. I can't tell you how good it feels to truly know I've got my own back. Facing him and fighting back was exactly what I needed to put that part of my past away. So, you've got to let go of that scared, helpless feeling. I needed to do it myself." My eyes were begging him to understand. "I didn't want to be that girl that needs a knight in white armor to come riding in and saveme."
His eyes cleared and his lips lifted on one side. I could swear he looked like he was trying not to laugh. "Knight in white armor? Babe." Then he began to laugh out loud. I didn't quite like that he was laughing at my metaphor, but knowing he'd dropped the scared and was embracing the lightheartedness I loved about him, was worth it. "Let's go outside, round up my parents, and get them out of here. I got something I want to show you in your bedroom," he finished with a flirtysmile.
"Yeah, I bet you got something to show me..." I said, rolling my eyes. I acted like I didn't want to, but I totally wanted tosee.
Ivan was above me, pumping his hips, driving me crazy with a slow, sensuous rhythm. He alternated between staring into my eyes and leaning down to kiss me when our breathing allowed for it. The moonlight was shining in through the half-closed shades, highlighting the dips and curves of his muscles above me. The ceiling fan was on low, making the sheen of sweat on our skin turn cool. At first I thought Ivan was being quiet and subdued because Bailey was in her room down the hall. But then the intensity of his eyes and the way he was prolonging our time connected so intimately made me think this was just his way of celebrating the fact that I wasn'thurt.
The pressure was building, so I brought my knees up higher and hugged them around Ivan's chest. He slid in deeper, but slowed down, forcing a different kind of groan from my mouth. "Baby, please..." I beggedhim.
He just shook his head no, sending hair flying into his eyes. I reached up and ran my fingers through it, noting he needed a haircut, but also not wanting to see it go. Then he stopped moving altogether and flipped us over so I was ontop.
"I'm just enjoying looking at you, baby. You set whatever pace you want and I'll just watch, okay?" he responded. He ran his hands up my thighs, over my hips, dipped into my waist, and then wrapped them around my breasts. He tugged on my nipples, which got my hips moving a bitfaster.
I looked down at him and thought about, not for the first time, how lucky I felt to be with him. I teased him by calling him a hottie lifeguard, but he totally was one. The long blond hair, the blue eyes, that tan skin, the muscles, the abs, the steady confidence. And the sweet! He was so crazy sweet underneath that gorgeous package. He always said I was the sweet one, but he had me beat, even if his male pride wouldn't let him realize it. I loved everything about him. He turned me on, my body, my mind, and myspirit.
I ran my hands up along my body, following Ivan's path, grabbed both my breasts, and began to play with my own nipples while I lifted my hips up and down on him. I arched my back and let my head drop, giving him the best damn show I could. Then I righted myself and reached forward to grab both his hands in mine, pinning them to the bed so he couldn't touch me. My breasts were bouncing by his face as I set a faster rhythm. Ivan tilted his head to one side and grabbed one in his mouth, sucking hard to keep it where he wanted without the use of hishands.
And that's when I guess he decided he was done just watching and taking things slow. He ripped his hands out of mine, grabbed me by the hips, flipped us back over and drove into me, harder and much faster this time. I reached up, grabbed his face, and brought it down to mine, kissing him as I exploded. He swallowed my cries, then slowed his thrusts as I caught mybreath.
"Will you go out to dinner with me Saturday night?" Ivan gritted out, even while he kept pulling out slowly and then pressing backin.
"What?" I asked, still trying to get my breath back. I was finding it incredibly hard to focus. My brain was as limp as mybody.
"Go out with me. Saturday," he repeated, the soft smile on his face in contrast to his tightly coiledmuscles.
“Of course.” I looked at him with questions in my eyes, trying to figure out why he was asking in the middle of sex. I didn't need to be bribed. I'd say yes, no matter what. I was a surething.
But it must have been important to him, because he nodded, lost his smile, but gained intensity in his eyes, thrust in deep one more time, then buried his face in my neck. His low moan was muffled by my skin and hair. I ran my hands along his back, feeling his muscles, feeling his shudders. Knowing I could affect this gorgeous man was just as good as my ownorgasm.
Ivan gave me one last kiss, rolled me over so my back was to him. He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me in close, and I fell asleep with him playing with myhair.
See?
Sweet.
The next morning, Ivan had to leave for work early. I waited for Bailey to get up and then informed her we had shopping todo.
"I got a hot date lined up Saturday night, so I need your help picking out an outfit. And I want to get some sexy lingerie. I don't really have any and I think it's time I'm a grown ass woman and get me some. You up for that?" I asked Bailey over coffee in the kitchen. This was a dumb question as I knew she'd jump at thechance.
"Please, woman. This is what I live for. Let me get dressed and then we're outta here," she responded. Then she ran upstairs and got dressed in recordtime.
"How come you're not at your shop right now?" Bailey asked as we drove over to FashionIsland.
"It's been brought to my attention I'm a bit of a workaholic," I said with a laugh. "I've placed an ad for more help and I'm trying to set a more reasonable work schedule for myself. In fact, in all the stalker hubbub I forgot to tell you I promoted Jaz to Store Manager. What do you think?" Iasked.
"I think that makes perfect sense. She'd be a kickass manager for you," Bailey said. Then she paused and shot me a sweet smile. "Look at you, honey. Not even open a year yet and you're hiring managers and more help. You're doingit."
"I know, right? I'm super proud of myself. I'm doing exactly what my mom and I planned out years ago. I'm literally living my dream!" I shook my head at how crazy happy I was. "I was also thinking...I should change my title to something really badass like 'Chocolate Maven' or Mistress of Sweets'. What do you think?" I asked, then started giggling, Bailey joiningme.
"Actually, I think that would be perfect. It's your own damn business. Do whatever the hell you want," Bailey said once we'd calmeddown.
"Speaking of doing whatever the hell you want...what's up with you and Detective Hottie?" I asked Bailey, a sly grin on myface.
"I don't even know what you're talking about, woman," Bailey responded while shifting around in her seat. She wouldn't look me in the eye, so I knew something wasup.
"You think I don't see how you two eye each other every time you're in the same room?" I asked her. "You two flirt, but then just dance around each other, never really connecting. What's the hold upthere?"
"Look. The guy is HOT. The uniform, the dimple. I admit it. But I'm just not willing to go there yet. Maybe later but it's a no-go right now, okay?" Bailey replied, looking over at me with her eyes begging me to let it go. And I would. For now. But I made a mental note to investigate and figure out what the deal was, on both sides. My girl deserved to find a good one, and I was ready and willing to be her wing man. Or wing girl. Wing woman,whatever.
