Page 90 of Under Her Skin
Blake
I watch as Rachelle runs from the kitchen and know I should just let her go. I should pack up and leave. She’s got a lot going on in that pretty little head ofhers.
Only I can’t stop my feet from following her. I can’t stop myself from wanting to show her how wrong she is and how I would never hurt her. If she would give me the chance, I would never leaveher.
I see Hilda in the dining room as I walk by it and leanin.
“Hey, I kinda upset Rachelle. Looks like you have to finish up dinner. I’msorry.”
Hilda nods. “That’s okay. She’s a fragile girl. Max was much the same way until he found Lexi. She just needs a good man in her life. A good person to show her not everyone is like her mother and father. Not everyone leaves them alone with nothing but a bunch of strangers to care forthem.”
I nod in agreement. “It’s a terrible thing some parents do to theirchildren.”
“It is,” she says then turns stern eyes onme.
“Blake, I don’t know you. I’m not one to butt in, but this girl. Well, she’s had a difficult life and if you can be no more than another brick in the wall which surrounds her heart, leave herbe.”
I nod and smile before I walk away. Hilda’s right. If I can’t go all in, I need to leave her alone. Rachelle told me she knew I could break what’s left of her fragile heart. I don’t know the future, there are noguarantees.
One step I take after another until I find myself in my bedroom. I hear something in the bathroom that’s connecting Rachelle’s bedroom to mine. My feet take me towards it and I stop just outside thedoor.
I should turn back. I should leave her alone. My hand touches the door knob and I twist it to find it unlocked. I should walk away. The last thing I should do is open the door on herprivacy.
The hell withit!
Ihearwater running in the sink so I know I won’t catch her with her pants down, so to speak. I throw open the door and she flips around, her mouth open and her cheeks stained withtears.
“I’m sorry,” I say as I walk straight to her and take her in my arms and bring my mouth tohers.
Her body stiffens, and she presses her hands against my chest. I wrap a section of her long hair in my fist and pull it back, making her lips part under mine. My tongue moves into her mouth and the low moan she makes fills me withrelief.
She likesit!
My body ison fire for her. Never have I felt this way. I lift her off the floor and wrap my arms around her tiny waist. Back to my room, I carry her. Her arms run around my neck and she returns mykiss.
Lying her back on the bed, I never let our mouths part. She might bolt again and I need her to trust me, to believe in me, to want me like she’s never wanted anyonebefore.
Her hands tangle up in my curls as I run my hand down her shoulder, over her arm then over her side. She trembles and when I run my hand back up her arm I can feel the goosebumps which have sprouted over her skin from mytouch.
I move my body a little so I can run my hands over her thigh. One of her hands moves over my back and she moans into my mouth, sending vibrations through me. I go at her more hungrily, touching every place in her sweet mouth, feeling all I can possibly feel. I have no idea if she’ll ever let me this closeagain.
The skin on her thigh is soft and supple. I push her short dress up a bit and run my hand up and over her flat stomach. It twitches beneath my palm. She’s warm and inviting as I keep moving my hand until I hit abreast.
A perfect mound of taut flesh I find which drives me to want so much more. Over her silky bra I run my hand and cup her breast. One of her legs moves over mine as she presses her soft core tome.
There are things that should be asked, but I’m so damn afraid of pulling my mouth from hers that it is unbelievable. My hand flows around her to the back of the bra and I unclasp it, releasing the part of her body that’s intrigued me from thestart.
With the bra loose, I run my hand back to the breast I had before and move the bra, touching her soft flesh and finding her hard, erect nipple. I press it with my fingertips and she moansagain.
My God what will actual sex feellike?
Rachelle
My heart’s pounding so hard I fear I might pass out. My body is reacting so differently to his. I can’t stop myself from running my hands all over him. For the love of all that’s holy, I’m pressing my body to his like I have to have it to live orsomething.
I didn’t even flinch when he undid my bra and cupped my bare breast in his large and sure hand. I’m putty in the man’s hands. Never has this happened to mebefore.
His kiss softens, and he pulls his mouth from mine. My God, I’m lifting my head and cupping the back of his neck to make him bring that luscious mouth back onmine.
