The Virgin Duet(15)

Thinking about it again makes me want to vomit. But if Nico doesn’t get what he wants, he made it very clear what would happen to Sam.

I go to the master bathroom and wash the remnants of Bray off my hand. I can’t believe how fast he came. I may be a virgin, but I’m not na?ve about sex. A few of the girls I’m friends with at the shelter sell themselves for money. Hell, I’ve thought about stripping before, I just always thought I might be a little too chubby to get a job doing it.

I look in the mirror and notice my eyes are bloodshot and swollen from crying, and my brain feels fried from everything bouncing around in it. What am I going to do about Nico? Where the hell is Sam? I feel almost defeated. Stripping off my clothes, down to just my underwear, I wash my face and make my way back into the bedroom.

I took over Bray’s room to get a rise out of him, but I would be lying to myself if I said that was the only reason. I want to be in that bed with him. I’ve wanted him from the moment he walked into the coffee shop and looked at me like he wanted me. The man in the fancy suit wanting the girl who looked like she belonged on the other side of town, which I did.

But more than anything, after what happened tonight, I want to feel safe. And I felt utterly safe when I laid my head on Bray tonight. Did he sleep in the guest room last night too? He came home so late and was gone before I woke. I can’t fix anything with Nico and Sam tonight, but I can get that feeling of safety back. It’s just across the hall.

Before I change my mind, I head for the guest room. When I slowly open the door, I can make out a form in the bed. I slip in and shut the door behind me, and crawl onto the bed.

“Bray,” I whisper. But he doesn’t respond or move. Gliding under the covers, I can feel he’s on his back and he’s only wearing underwear. I press into him, my warm body to his, but I want to be closer. Sliding my leg so my inner thigh rests on his hard stomach, I wrap one arm around him and bury my face in the side of his neck. He still hasn’t moved.

I can’t help but breathe him in. The smell of him mixed with the smell of vanilla. A giggle slips from my lips at the thought of him smelling like vanilla. Did he always smell like that, I wonder, or is it something new he used? Does he taste like it too?

Licking my lips, I press them to him, but it isn’t enough. Tentatively I slip my tongue out from between my lips. The moment my tongue touches his neck, I feel his body go solid, and a groan escapes him. Smiling against his neck I whisper, “Are you pretending to be asleep on me?”

”I don’t think anyone could sleep with you pressed against them,” he says, but it sounds like he’s speaking through gritted teeth. Is he mad I’m in here? Surely if he wanted me to leave he would tell me or ask me to leave.

“Does that mean you didn’t sleep with me last night?”

“If you’re asking if I climbed into bed with you last night and wrapped myself around you the answer is no, that’s highly inappropriate.”

“You think I’m inappropriate?” I ask, grabbing on to his earlobe with my teeth and giving a little bite.

“I think you’re testing my control, Rebecca,” he breathes out, like a warning. The idea that I could do something to this man’s control only makes me want to do it more. I want to see his control splinter at my touch.

“Maybe that’s what I want. Maybe I want to see your control snap, and shatter all that perfection you hold onto so tightly. What would happen then?”

“I can promise that you don’t want me to lose my grip on it. You don’t want to know what I want to do to you, what I’ve wanted from you.”

“And what is it you want from me?”

“To keep you, and make you mine in every way.” His words set my body one fire. I feel my nipples go hard and I’m sure he can too with them pressed into his side.

“What if I want that too?” I question. The idea of being only his sparks a longing in me I thought I lost a long time ago. I can hear his breathing grow deeper, but he doesn’t respond.

I crawl on top of him, and I straddle his hips so I can look down at him. My eyes have adjusted more to the darkness. Only the moonlight, coming through the windows that run the length of the entire wall, illuminates the room. His eyes are closed tightly, as if he doesn’t want to look at me. He has to feel that I am almost naked. Both of our sexes only separated by underwear.

“You don’t want me?” I question, feeling a little uneasy that he hasn’t so much as touched me back, and now he isn’t looking at me.

“I want you more than my next breath, but sometimes the things you want most in life are the very things that can destroy you.”

The idea that I could destroy this man is laughable. No one has ever needed me in such a way. But the way the words are ripped from him, as if they’re almost painful, and it makes me want to ease his pain.

“Touch me,” I whisper as I start to work my hips, rubbing his cock against my panty-covered clit.

“No!” he growls, gripping the sheets tighter, as if they are rooting his hands to the bed.

“Fine, I’ll do it,” I moan, as I start to work myself against his hard cock. I cup my breasts and pull at my nipples. White-hot need grips me almost down to my soul. His name is on my lips when I moan, and his eyes fly open to lock with mine. Just for a moment part of his controlled mask falls. The sheer intensity behind it causes my undoing, and my orgasm hits me. It’s hard and fast and I can’t hold myself upright. I feel its intensity and collapse onto his solid, broad chest. Pleasure courses through my body, and all I can do is ride out the wave.