Page 34 of Fractured Chances

He cups my chin in his hand. “For this,” he says and strokes my lip with his thumb. I shiver. As his finger leaves my lip, I can’t help but bite it, needing to replicate his touch somehow.

I laugh. “Who says you were getting any of that? Presumptuous. Just trust me?” I ask him.

He sighs and takes his shirt off. I take it. “Thank you,” I say.

Standing up, I make my way around the back of the chair and I rub my hand across his shoulder, kissing him on the crown of his head. “It’s been a while since we’ve just relaxed, hasn’t it?” I ask him as I start to massage his back. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.

I continue. “Let’s imagine that we reconnected back in Vegas under different circumstances. I don’t know. Like when I showed up to your door and I saw you standing there, your blonde hair all messy, your eyes so intense, I was normal and you were normal. We were just two normal people who were intensely attracted to each other.”

He sighs and it’s more pleasant this time. “That sounds good.” I feel his muscles relax beneath my fingers. “I remember the first time you told me you loved me. It was the best feeling in the world. I’ll never forget you, Calder,” I let slip.

Lucky for me, he doesn’t seem to pick up on it. “You’ll never have to. I’ll always be here,” he says.

“Is there anything you want to talk to me about, Cal? Is there anything I can do to make you feel better? I want to see your eyes sparkle again.” I lean forward, resting my head on his shoulder, brushing my cheek against his before giving him a peck and standing up again.

“I like what you’re doing now. I don’t know Julissa. There’s a lot I still haven’t said, that I’m too afraid to talk about. But as you said, we shouldn’t focus on the negative right now. And you’re right. I haven’t truly relaxed in a while. This is nice. Thank you.” He reaches for my hand and kisses me on the back of it.

I wonder what he means by “things he hasn’t said”. “If talking about the negative things will make you feel better, I’m sorry for making you feel as if you can’t. You can. I’m here to listen.”

He looks up at me with a smile and his stare lingers on me for a while before he says, “Come here. Come sit next to me.”

I make my way around to him and plop myself down. He rubs a hand down my leg and I gasp before he takes my foot in his hand and starts giving me the best, goddamned fucking foot massage I’ve ever had in my life. A moan escapes me and he laughs. “Thought I’d return the favor,” he says.

“Oh, you don’t have to…oh!” He hits the perfect spot and I bite my lip against the pleasure, trying to suppress another moan.

He gives me a peck on that foot before moving his attention to the other one. I allow my head to fall back and let my body relax. I didn’t even realize that my foot was propped up so that he could see beneath my robe. When I look back up, I catch him looking under there.

“Hey, I thought you said you weren’t in the mood?” I tease before giving him another peck on the lips and removing my foot from his hand before the massage sends me over the edge. I can feel how flushed I am and I make my way over to the stove. “Are you hungry?” I ask him.

I’m not ready for our one-on-one time to be over because I won’t ever get it back so I’m liking the idea of prolonging it. But time won’t let us, so when he gets up from the couch and starts making his way over to me, grabbing me from behind and whispering in my ear, “Moods change.” I let him kiss my neck before I spin around to climb him. We start walking toward his bedroom when a hint of my sensibilities makes an appearance. “But the food?” I ask.

“Will be there when we’re done,” he finishes.

He pulls desperate kisses from my lips, hot and fast but I pull back, needing to slow it down. My heart breaks at the thought that he doesn’t know that this is our last moment together but I do. I want to savor the moment. I have a couple of hours before Mikhail gets here when I’ll have my time with him and I told Axel to meet me here later because I want to make sure that I spend equal amounts of quality time with them.

I run my hand over his face, begging his lips to open for my finger and then my tongue. “You’ve got such soft lips,” I whisper. “I love the way you hold me, your touches,” I say while thinking,I’ll miss them.

“Oh, god, I love your body and your heart,” he whispers against my mouth. He spins me around so that I’m lying on my back. He pulls my robe open, matching my pace and taking his time to kiss me. As he runs his tongue over my body, his movements are slow allowing me to feel when it glides past every single nerve.

He leans over me, looking into my eyes. “You made me the happiest man in the world when you opened up to me.” He reaches down and moves my panty to the side, opening me up as he speaks.

During the moan that follows, I ask him, “Really? You still think so after everything?”

He stops thrusting his finger inside of me, keeping his thumb on my clit. “Of course, always. Why do you ask?” He searches my eyes as tears begin to gather there uncontrollably. He moves his thumb to my cheek now. “Oh, Julissa. I hope you don’t blame yourself for the situation we’re in. Do you?”

I want to avoid his questions and I don’t want to cry so I tell him, “Kiss me.”

He does and I think he’s just going to drop it but he pauses during the kiss to reassure me. “I’ll always be happy you chose to share yourself with me.”

That’s it, a tear falls and I kiss him with all the emotions inside me, deepening the kiss. I’m going to miss him so much.

“I love you.” I hug him around the neck and hold him there while our kisses deepen, his with blind love and mine with a love that knows this is our last moment like this.

“I love you too,” he murmurs with his lips on mine. And like our batteries have just been charged, the pace changes. He tears my underwear away groaning as he lowers himself to start sucking at my clit, kissing my thigh, my knee, my calf, and licking my toes and the bottom of my foot. The toes on my other foot curl up as tickles shoot up my spine, making me squirm. With desperation, I hook my feet under his arms and pull him forward. He falls on top of me and we laugh. “Mmm, you’re strong,” he groans.

“I’m just impatient.” I smile, licking at his lips.

“Say no more.” He strips down. This time when he lowers himself, he blesses me with the length of him.

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