Fire In His Eyes (Secrets & Seduction #1)(55)
“She’s mine, you f*cker! Don’t you lay your god dammed hands on her. I’ll f*cking destroy you! Don’t touch her!” While he was screaming this, he was also reaching over and trying to get out of Michael’s grasp.
Michael was yelling, “He did nothing, man, and Monica told him she was unavailable. Cool it, man.”
Tina had pulled Rick several feet back, and it seemed she was trying to explain things to him.
“Why’d he kiss her, then? Why goddammit?” he was struggling, still trying to swing out at Rick, but he wasn’t fighting as much as earlier and Michael was able to half turn him to get Rick out of his line of vision to deflate his rage. He was panting with fury, anger and confusion and then there were tears of frustration in his eyes. Michael kept talking, whispering, and Victor’s struggles began to cease, and eventually the fight went out of him. He was in Michael’s arms shaking still, cursing, “It’s just not f*cking fair, it’s just not fair,” and then he saw me and ran out of the courtyard.
I pulled out of Kat’s grasp, “Let me go to him,” I begged.
“I think he needs to cool his heels,” she said still grasping me by my upper arm.
“Kat, what if he drives in this state? Let me go,” I tugged my arm again. She released me, and I ran. He was in the parking lot, pacing in front of his car back and forth when I found him. Thank goodness he hadn’t gotten into the car, and something had happened. I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself. When he saw me, he just stood there shaking his head; I just held out my arms, and kept approaching him. He shook his head one more time to clear it, and turned to me and stepped the last few feet into my arms.
“I’m sorry, Monica. I’m so sorry. Forgive me. Please. I had no right. That is not me. I saw red, when he was kissing your hand and just assumed the worse.” He panted into my shoulder letting his anger out.
“Shh, shh,” I soothed. “It’s okay. I understand. No apology necessary. I see how it could have been misconstrued.”
“It’s not fair, though,” he said into my hair. “I can’t have you, and yet I can’t imagine you with anyone else,” I could feel him breathing in my ear. I felt a jolt of sensation as his lips softly brushed my head above my ear. I heard his intake of breath. I felt his lips on my ear, a gentle bite on my lobe.
“I can’t imagine being with anyone else, either,” I whispered back. Those words unleashed a storm. His hands began to roam, mine did, too. The kisses made their way to my cheek, my neck, and I was kissing him, too, through his shirt on his shoulder, his chin, and then our lips found each other, and it was like coming home. It was frantic and desperate. He pushed me against the side of his car, and his hands continued their roaming exploration of my body, it was rushed, we both felt that way. One hand slid under my shirt, and cupped my breast, squeezing, possessing, and I heard him groan; he pushed his cock into my stomach so I could feel it, all of it, feel what I did to him. I jumped up and wrapped my legs around him, so I could feel that cock where I wanted it most. He pushed me harder back against the window giving me what I wanted and we didn’t need words to say it. I explored his back, his arms, gripping them, and then my hands were on his head pulling him closer to me as our tongues plunged, and sought each other’s out. Car lights whizzing by, eventually brought Victor out of his delirium, but just enough to have him open the back door of his car and slide inside pulling me with him. Once in the car and settled on his lap, the kisses became less about passion, but more about comforting each other. It was about showing each other how much we loved and cared about one another. It was saying all the words we just couldn’t seem to voice. It was the only way we knew how to communicate. In each other’s arms.
He kissed my lips, my chin, and my throat. I tilted my head back to give him access. His hand began to undo the button on my jeans the same moment mine were on his. We fumbled awkwardly but managed to get the job done. I lifted my rear, and he yanked them down, my panties next. Just in my shirt and bra, he positioned my legs to straddle him and then fiddled with his pants, and his cock sprang out unrestricted in the cramped quarters. “I’m sorry, I have to be inside you now.”
“I know. I need you to,” and then I slid onto him taking him in, all of him. I felt wrong doing it, like we were the criminals and Julianna was the victim, but I needed this man like I needed the very air to breathe. We had denied this pleasure so long, we had urges and they were primal; they needed to be fulfilled. We begin to move together. One of Victor’s hands slid to my *, and he found my clit fast, and began to rub. He sought out my breasts through my shirt, and needing the contact, the feel of his lips on my already swollen flesh, I grasped the bottom of my shit and lifted it to my neck. He used his teeth to lower the cup of my bra, and he teased my nipple until it hardened even more and then suckled me there. It was rushed, awkward and fast and it ended in an explosion that faded all too soon. His face was in my hair, again. I could hear him inhale, and then his anguish and despair returned. “What are you going to do, Monica?” His words were strangled. “I can’t live without you, and I can’t picture you with anyone else.”
“I don’t know.” And, I didn’t. I felt all used up. Really, what was there to say? He held all the cards. I was his for the asking, for the taking, but he didn’t want us, this, and me more. He couldn’t make up his mind.