Belong (Seven Year Itch #3)(32)
“You can’t say things like that, not while you’re still married to someone else.”
“Just because a piece of paper says I’m married doesn’t mean it’s real in my heart. Look me in the eyes and tell me you believe I’m married. Tell me you want me to stop so you can go home and think about what we could have been again.”
I opened my mouth, but words refused to come out. “No.”
“The minute you stepped into that hospital I stopped denying it.” While speaking, he massaged up my leg until he reached the knee. “I’m tired, Rach.”
I sat up. “You don’t have to rub my feet.”
He chuckled. “I don’t need a nap. I need you.”
His words took my breath away. My foot was released and his lips were crashing against mine. As he pulled away to take in my reaction, I said the first thing to come to mind. “When you kiss me again, don’t stop. Take your time. Hold me longer. When we make love tonight, I want you to do it like we’re saying goodbye all over again. Love me like you’re losing me, just in case this is all we have left.”
“Why would you say that?” He backed away as he asked. “I have no intentions of letting you again, Rach. Haven’t you been listening to me?”
“I have, but I also know how spontaneous we are when we’re together. We act on impulse and deal with the consequences later. I’m too experienced to think this is going to happen for us. It’s too easy. Life doesn’t just fall into place.”
“Why can’t it? Tell me why it can’t be perfect for us. Tell me why this isn’t our time to be together.”
I let my head fall over his chest. I could hear his heart beating, pacing me to focus and face the facts. An immediate fear swept over me. “Just love me tonight, Chad. That’s all I’m asking for. Love me tonight, and let the rest play out. I can’t get my hopes up, not with you, not with our track record.”
He was quiet as he took in what I was trying to get through to him. Life wasn’t set in stone. People change, things happen. I couldn’t fall completely into it with fear. I wasn’t the kind of person who could ignore facts.
“Promise me you’ll still be here in the morning.”
“I promise I’ll be wherever you are.” I meant it.
Chad melted kisses over the base of my neck, working his way up to my lips. Our tongues mingled, while his hands began to grope the center of my body. I found the hem of his shirt, untucking it from his trousers and lifting it over his head. His fit chest was warm to touch. I ran my hands over it, traipsing over the patches of hair. We separated once again for my shirt to come off, and then smacked right back into a lustful kiss.
The heat of the fire kept me burning, while he pressed my body down until my back was flat against the plush rug beneath me. Chad unfastened his belt and loosened his pants, but left them to linger in place as he ducked down and drug his lips over the skin underneath my bra. I sucked in a deep breath of air as tingles traveled to my limbs. My hands traveled through his thick hair, while my eyes stared at the tall ceiling in the room for as long as I was able to keep them open.
This handsome as hell man was prepared to satisfy a hunger I’d had growing inside of me for longer than I could remember. His hands came up and cupped both of my breast, pulling the fabric down to reveal my hardened nipples. A low grumble escaped his lips as they came down and latched onto one.
Chad took his time, lapping up my nipple until it felt numb, then traveling to the next. While his mouth reacquainted with my skin, his hands were busy unfastening my pants. I could feel the coarseness of his palm as it skidded underneath my panties, finally stopping to cup my *. A finger traced the lips, digging it’s way into my opening. A gasp escaped my lips when I felt him driving it further inside.
Tiny kisses trailed down my abdomen until they stopped. I peeked down to spy him eying up his next target, while still driving his finger in me. As he removed it, I could feel the wetness wiping over my skin. Next, both of his hands gripped either side of my pants, tugging them down easily, and taking my cotton panties with them. The moment the fabric left my ankles his face was back, staring right at my exposed sex. The bottom of his palm brushed over it before he dove down, running his chin over my clit. I could see the end before he’d begun. I knew where he was about to take me. We’d been down this road already, and I’d spent the past ten years trying to convince myself he wasn’t the best I’d ever experienced. Now he was back, proving his point again, kissing me, touching me the way only he was able to do. Chad drove me to the brink, only to slowly take his time again and again. His touch, the way he stroked my skin, the smell of the air, the crackle of the fire, all played a part in making it just as perfect as our very first time.
I cried out, a powerful force taking control. Chad was already kissing his way back up to my lips, finding them waiting to be ravaged. I relished the way he smelled of me. He pulled away, raking his eyes over my exposed body before coming down for another amatory kiss. “Are you having flashbacks?”
I shook my head while holding a straight grin. “Maybe you should keep reminding me. It’s slowly coming back.”
His salacious appetite would be satiated, eventually. For the moment he was too determined to make all my worries dissipate. This love, back from the dead, was coming back to me full-force. I was tired of pretending I could let it go. I’d struggled with my demons, assuming my love for him had damned me to a future of loneliness, but what if I was wrong. What if he’d been my future all along? What if this was exactly where I was supposed to end up?