Someone Else's Ocean(80)

Once he’d shed his shoes, he tugged at the clasp on his watch. In his slacks, I moaned as he kept his darkening gaze on me. I loved it when he wore a suit home. Something about him in dress attire did it for me.

“Are you wet?”

“Come find out.”

“Show me,” he said, leaning against my dresser and slipping off his shoes.

“Please,” I begged, dipping my fingers in my center, so he could hear that I was ready. His cock jumped in his pants.

His eyes trailed down my body and jumped to meet mine. “I’ll never tire of you, ever.”

“I missed you. Please, please, Ian. I want you.”

He was still partially clothed and driving me out of my mind with his control. His hair was combed neatly and gelled. He looked so sophisticated, so well put together—dashing—I could only imagine the fantasies of his students and felt a pang of jealousy as the idea struck.

I began to writhe on the bed, a completely different woman than I was before he’d become my lover. Never in a million years could I have dreamed of having the appetite I did then. Not every time was painful, but I would risk it every day for the slightest feel of him. It was hopeless, I was addicted to him and hopelessly in love.

“Say it again.”

“I want you.”

“Again.”

“I fucking want you,” I said as he remained where he stood. “Please.”

When he didn’t move, I sat up. “What are you doing?”

“Again.”

“I want you.”

“Again.”

Anger began to surface. “What are you doing?”

“Again.”

“Go to hell.”

Moving to the edge of the bed, he stopped me from my retreat as tears sprang to my eyes.

“Fine,” I sighed as my tears fell. “I need you, happy?”

“No,” he said before kissing me within an inch of my life. When he pulled away, I was emotionally raw.

“Damnit, Ian, this wasn’t supposed to happen.”

He nodded. “I know.”

“This isn’t good, is it?”

“No, but you aren’t alone.”

I ripped his hair as he tilted my neck and bit and sucked until I was begging again.

I unzipped his pants freeing his cock, pumping it between us.

“Every time I see you, I feel so relieved. Like I’d been living in some sort of dream and then I come back and you’re here,” he put my hand over his chest, “and I can breathe again.”

Emotion bounced between us as he slid into me, stretching me full while my throat burned with emotion. When we’d both come, he pulled me to his chest as the room began to darken with the setting sun.

“This is the best I’ve ever felt,” he whispered, “ever.”

“You’re my first, Ian.”

He paused his movements. “What?”

“You’re the first man I’ve ever had this sort of connection with.” I sat up and looked back at him with a smile. “You’re the first man I’ve ever felt this way for. I never got this far with anyone because… you know. I just couldn’t, so you’re my first.”

His eyes searched mine before he slowly pushed inside me again. Words failed us as we moved in sync, our hearts pounding out the words we weren’t allowed to utter. We broke in a breathless mess and he pulled me against his chest, his heart hammering against my ear as I ran my nails down his skin.

“How was Ella?”

“I didn’t get to see her, she’s in Washington for the next week.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Would you be terribly pissed off if I slept?”

“No, of course not.”

“I was so busy getting things sorted I didn’t get much done and this drunk crazy lady managed to call me on the one night I managed a few winks.”

“Sorry.”

“I loved watching you dance. It was…” he swallowed, “it was good.”

“Good?”

“For lack of a better word. I’m sleep deprived, remember?”

I kissed his chest and pulled away. “Room’s all yours.”

He pulled me back and kissed me soundly. “Sit tight for a bit, okay?”

“Okay.”

Seconds later his breathing deepened and for a solid day, he slept.





I GREETED MY NEW RENTERS with a smile as they exited the cab both wrinkled and exhausted from a day of travel.

The husband pulled the sleeping little boy from his car seat as he roused wrapping his chubby arms around his father’s neck. “Come on, buddy.”

The baby glanced around, his beautiful green eyes meeting mine before he buried his head into his father’s neck. “Come on, Noble, can you say hi to the lady?”

I waved at him and he giggled as his father extended a hand. “You must be Koti, nice to meet you. I’m Cameron and this is my wife, Abbie.”

Abbie greeted me with a warm smile. “Nice to meet you. Wow, this place is truly beautiful.”

“I’m hoping the surprise was a good one?” I’d been planning the trip with her husband for the past few weeks.