Page 50 of Electric Blue Love
It hurt in a way I knew he didn’t intend. He’d lumped me into a category that he placed all his women. Temporary one-night indulgences. Okay, I wasn’t a one-night indulgence, we’d been coming to this point for weeks. But I was temporary. That was the deal, I knew this.
Iknewthis.
He’d signed up to be a dating coach, nothing more. That was our only thread of connection. It wasn’t supposed to get this complicated.
I wasn’t supposed to get attached.
I wasn’t supposed to want him instead of Todd.
Mustering all the courage I could find, I stepped forward closing the remaining distance between us and ran my hands from his stomach up to rest on his chest. I could feel his shallow breathing under my palms.
“You don’t give yourself enough credit. You’re allowed to have special things.”
I felt the sharp inhale and I knew I’d hit the real issue. He wasn’t keeping himself distant from people because he was afraid of hurting them or even because he didn’t want them around. He’d constructed a life surrounded by people he kept from getting too close. He wanted them around, but he kept them at arm’s length because he was afraid of getting hurt. Of not being good enough to deserve them.
My heart ached for him and still it was so mind boggling ridiculous as I stared up at this beautiful man who made me, a dorky college student, feel sexier and more confident than was probably merited.
I ran my hands back down slowly. I watched his face morph – so many emotions flashed across his hard, chiseled features and I wanted to make him feel how deserving he was. I wanted to somehow make him feel as good as he made me feel. I reached the top of his jeans and hooked a finger under the denim material. His dark eyes were hooded and intense. It was powerful the way he looked at me and I wondered if my desire for him made him feel this way. I felt like I could fly or run a marathon. Slay a dragon. Slayhisdragons.
As I tugged the material away from his body, he captured my wrist in a movement so quick I didn’t see it coming.
“Whatcha doing little 8B?” he asked in a voice dripping with lust and a splash of humor.
“I’m giving you something special.”
He smirked at that before using my captured wrist to haul me against him. His lips crashed down on mine hard and wanting. There was no hesitating this time. I gave right back – pushing against his mouth and meeting his tongue before it could invade my mouth.
He groaned, leaned me backward without breaking contact as he slid his hands down under my butt. In one swift, totally suave motion, he lifted me, using a strong hand to wrap my legs around him. My dress was bunched up around my hips and for a brief second I wished that I’d worn something sexier than the cotton panties now on display, but as his hands gripped my skin through the thin material all I could focus on was the hum of my body and the need to be closer.
He walked us through the living area and into another room – the bedroom. I didn’t bother to look at the room as he dropped me on the bed. I was only interested in him. His chest lifted and fell as he stared down at me, but he didn’t join me.
I patted the bed next to me playfully and a little impatiently.
“You sure you want to do this 8B?” he asked, voice gruff and quiet. The confliction and desire swirled in his multi-colored eyes.
“Yes,” I stated, but the confidence I’d had out in the living room was starting to wane.
“Take off your dress,” he ordered as he backed up another step and leaned against a dresser. I took this moment to get a quick look at the room. It wasn’t big– gray walls, metal frame bed, black dresser and matching night stand. No photos or personal details in sight. I was stalling, and he knew it because he stepped forward and lifted my chin with a finger forcing me to look up at him.
“You’re beautiful and sexy and if you didn’t already feel how much I want you –” he took my hand and placed it against the bulge in his pants. “Now you have. If you want to do this – and know that we don’t have to – we can go back out there and forget this happened.” He motioned with his head toward the living area. “But if you do want this then undress for me, Bianca.”
Dropping my hand, he brought his fingers back to my face. Staring into my eyes, he brushed the pad of his thumb against my lower lip and then returned to his spot against the dresser. I stayed seated. My dress was already around my hips so there was no need to stand or maneuver to lift it. Bringing the material up and over my head, I never took my eyes from his. They gave me the reassurance I needed to continue. I unclasped my bra next and with thin, shallow breaths I let it fall.
A low groan came from the man in front of me. My eyes fell to his grip on the dresser. White knuckles grasped the edge of the black wood and I kept my eyes there, transfixed by the strong, sexy sight while I stood and pushed the last scrap of material covering me down my legs.
When I stood upright, I tried my best not to fidget. I just stood there with no freaking idea what to do next. He decided for me, for us, as he lunged at me. He cupped my face with both hands and kissed me softly. Sweetly. He kissed me like we were standing in front of a room full of people, fully clothed instead of inches from his bed, me completely naked.
I brought my hands up to his waist and slid them under his shirt. I needed to touch him. To ground myself to him.
He took a step forward, forcing me backward until the back of my legs touched the bed. With a light touch, he set me on the comforter as his lips moved from mine to my neck and down to my collarbone. A bolt of electricity flashed when his warm tongue glided over my skin. My body arched of its own accord and Court leaned into me until I fell back on the bed. I wanted to protest that he was still clothed, but my brain had short circuited.
Warmth radiated off him as he worshiped my body. No spot went untouched or un-kissed as he moved down, across, up – there seemed to be no rhyme or reason to the way he moved from hip to neck to navel to breast, but each spot was equally attended to. His lips found mine again, the kiss deeper, hungrier. I got lost in the way our tongues stroked and when he pulled away I let out a whimper at the loss of him. Opening my eyes, I found him hovering over me with hooded eyes. “You’re gorgeous, sweetheart.”
With that, he slid down to my hips and hooked one arm under a knee and forced it up, exposing me. His other hand slid down my body. He cupped my sex before inserting one finger inside me. My body shook at finally being touched where I throbbed.
“So wet. So gorgeous,” he muttered.
Another finger joined, and I moaned at the way he filled me. With a sexy chuckle, he planted a kiss on my hip bone.
