You Are My Love: Breathless Book 2 Page 3

  "What?" I asked incredulously as I met his eyes. They were soft and filled with affection.

  "I love you." He said it louder this time as he crossed the room to me, his voice calm and sure. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before now." He stopped in front of me and took my face in his hands, his eyes pleading for my forgiveness. "I'm so sorry I left you." He wiped a tear away with his thumb, then kissed me softly and sweetly. I could feel it. I could feel his love for me filling up the hole that was inside me and making me whole again. He pulled his lips away and rested his forehead on mine. "I love you so much," he said, this time his voice broke with emotion.

  "I love you, too," I managed to get out past the lump in my throat as my emotions tried to get the best of me.

  He leaned back as his hands slid to the back of my head. "Ty moe povitrya, my Natalie. You are my air." His eyes bore into me with so much love and need, that it was almost too much to bear.

  "David," I whispered. "I missed you."

  He kissed me again, but this time with heat and passion as he growled into my mouth, assaulting my senses with his lips and his tongue. His scent and his body overwhelmed me as he wrapped me in his arms and held me tight. "I need you," he moaned into my mouth. "Please."

  "Yes," I answered breathlessly, wondering why he even asked when I was already his completely.

  He scooped me up and took me to my room. He laid me down reverently and took off all my clothes, running his hands all over my skin. I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders then ran my nails down his chest, making him gasp as they scraped over his nipples. He stood long enough to take off the rest of his clothes. He climbed back onto the bed and hovered over me on his forearms. I could feel his rigid cock pushing against my pubic bone. He nipped at my chin and slid his lips along my jawline then kissed his way down my neck, ending with a hard bite where my shoulder began.

  I gasped and arched my back, pressing my body closer to his. "Please, David," I begged. "I need you inside me. Now."

  Without a word, he spread my legs further apart with his knees, and pushed himself into me slowly. I could feel him sliding into me with an excruciating slowness that made me whimper impatiently. I tried to thrust my pelvis up to meet his. "Be still," he growled as he continued slowly filling me up. "Feel me, Natalie. Feel every inch of me. Feel how much I love you."

  "Yes," I mewled as I stilled, and he finally reached the end of me. "Oh yes."

  He gave me a long lingering kiss, sucking on my lower lip and biting down hard before he pulled his cock halfway out then plunged back into me with a sudden thrust of his hips. I gasped at the burst of pleasure as he bumped against that sweet spot inside me. He fucked me slowly, but the hard jab of each thrust was enough to make my release build swiftly. His tongue began to mirror the movements of his cock, and David completely overwhelmed my senses.

  "Come," he commanded against my lips and my mind shattered as my body instantly obeyed. It was massive, and like nothing that I had ever felt before. The pleasure burnt me to ashes as it streaked through my body. I couldn't even scream, let alone breathe. My body arched up as I gasped, my nails clawing into his back and making him swear into my mouth. He let out a deep grunt and followed right behind me as he thrust himself into me one last time, hard and deep. I felt his hot cum flood into me, his body emptying his pleasure into mine.

  "I love you, my Natalie," he whispered when he could speak again.

  "Mm...I love you," I answered weakly, my mind still drunk from my orgasm. I felt myself drifting away into sleep.

  "Please don't go to sleep, sweetheart," he whispered. "I need to talk to you. I need to tell you what happened to me. You need to know."

  I opened my eyes to see pain and sadness in his eyes, and it woke me right up. I put my hand on his face, wanting to soothe the pain from his eyes. "Okay." I nodded and met his eyes expectantly. He rolled onto his side and pulled out of me. I turned to face him, our foreheads touching. I stroked my fingers soothingly across his cheek as he squeezed his eyes closed and seemed to be struggling to begin. "What happened, my love?" I prompted him gently.

  "About a week after Paige broke things off with me; I got a phone call from her gynecologist to confirm a follow-up appointment," he said in a quiet flat tone. "I was worried that she was sick or something and I still loved her, so I called her to ask if she was okay. She told me...she told me..." he attempted to continue, but paused as pain flashed across his face. He closed his eyes. "She...she told that she had been pregnant, and that she had an abortion. She wasn't going to tell me about it at all."

  "Oh my God," I blurted out in shock. "David." I cradled his face in my hands.

  "She didn't want to be my wife or the mother of my child," he said, his voice small and fragile. "That's why she left me. She killed my baby, and she killed part of me."

  I didn't know what to say. What kind of monster would do something like that? The hate and anger I had for this Paige spiked inside me, no wonder seeing her engaged and pregnant sent him running. It was a slap in the face and a massive blow to his self-esteem, and he had already been stressed out by the wedding.

  "I hate her," I growled out fiercely, feeling rage burning inside me. David's eyes finally opened again. He seemed surprised by my reaction, and I suddenly realized why. He didn't think he was good enough for me, for anyone really. She did that to him. She messed him up in the head so badly that he fled the country and stopped letting love in. Then when he was on the cusp of letting himself love again, she had shown up on Saturday pregnant and engaged; twisting the knife she left behind deeper. "And I love you even more." I told him and kissed him softly, knowing that's what he needed to hear, that I still wanted him, and that he was good enough for me.

  I watched a small smile play across his lips as he stared at me in awe for a few moments before speaking. "I saw her on Saturday, and all the pain and anger came back. Her fiance was good enough for her to have a family with, but I wasn't. It hurt so badly that I couldn't stay. I had to leave. I wasn't right in the head." His voice began to break. "I'm sorry I left you like that. I'm so sorry, Natalie. I never meant to hurt you."

  "Shh," I said, "It's okay. I understand, and I forgive you."

  "I...I saw my new niece, Maria, today, and I fell apart. I saw the reality of what had been stolen from me, what Paige cost me, and I don't want to let her cost me you, too." He paused to take several deep pain-filled breaths. "I don't want to let her have any more control over my life, and I don't want to run away anymore. I want my life back. I want you."

  "You have me, David," I assured him. "I'm all yours."

  He pulled me into his arms and tucked my head under his chin, the tension in his body draining away. "I love you, Natalie." I could feel his lips brush softly against my hair as he spoke.

  "I love you, David."

  He held me for a long, long time, and I let him. It was what he needed, and I willingly gave it to him. I basked in the love of this man whom I thought I had lost, and reveled in the fact that he was mine. I couldn't remember ever feeling this happy before in my life.

  *********

  My orgasm woke me up moaning and gasping for air. My eyes flashed open, and I looked down to find David's face between my thighs in the low light from my bedside lamp. He must have turned it on so that he could watch me. He was pleasuring me with his lips and teeth wrapped around my clit, and his fingers inside me.

  "David," I mumbled and he opened his eyes. I could see joy and love in them, and it made me come again. His answering growl vibrated through me as I soared into the sky, then he crawled up my body as I shuddered with aftershocks.

  "Good morning, sweetheart," he whispered as he laid on his side next to me and rested a hand on my hip. He smiled at me, his eyes soft and a little unfocused.

  "What time is it?" I asked sleepily.

  "It's too early for you to have to get up," he answered. "I hope you don't mind that I woke you."

  "You can wake me up like that anytime." I smile
d lazily at him and stretched my body like a cat. His eyes roamed to my breasts as my back arched up. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his cock. He was so hard, the soft skin scalding hot, and he moaned as I stroked him gently. He let me do that for several long moments before stilling my hand with his.

  "I have to go soon," he said with regret. "If we start this, I'm not going to make it to work on time. I need more time to worship you properly."

  I whined in response, and he smirked at me. "Have patience, sweetheart. Delayed gratification, remember?"

  "You're evil," I accused him with a glare.

  "You love it, and you know it," he growled as he pushed his erection against my hip.

  "I love you," I said, and caressed his cheek. His eyes softened.

  "I love you too, Natalie." He kissed me sweetly, his hand on my hip tightening his grip on me. He pulled away with a sigh. "Can I see you tonight?"

  "I'm taking dinner over to Ford's place tonight," I told him with a grin that turned wicked. "Do you want to go with me? You can watch me rake him over the coals for bullying you in high school."

  His mouth turned up on one side in wry amusement. "You have no idea how much I'm looking forward to seeing that. Count me in."

  I clasped my hands together in evil delight. "I'm not even going to warn him you're coming with me."

  "You are diabolical," he said with narrowed eyes.

  "It's a gift." I shrugged and gave him a bright smile.

  He leaned down and gave me a slow lingering kiss, parting my lips with his tongue and tangling it with mine until I was writhing with need. "Damn," he grumbled as he lifted his mouth from mine. "That is the sweetest torture ever."

  "Emphasis on the word torture." I shot him a glare. "You better get out of this bed before I latch onto you and never let you go."

  "That doesn't sound like torture at all." His smile turned soft and affectionate. He pressed a chaste kiss to my temple then climbed off the bed and started pulling his clothes on. I eyed his perfect body with regret as he pulled his khaki pants on. "Do you want me to meet you here after you get home from work?"

  "I should be home by five-thirty," I answered him as I rolled onto my stomach, resting my chin on my forearms as I watched him button his navy shirt on over his washboard abs.

  "I'll be here." He sat on the bed and grabbed his shoes and socks. He winced a little as he bent his left knee to put his sock on.

  "How's your knee?" I asked as I moved closer to him and leaned my head against his side.

  "Still sore," he replied with a shrug. "I'll be fine in a few days."

  "Good."

  He finished putting his shoes on and pivoted on the bed to face me. His hand lifted to my chin, and he ran his thumb along my lower lip. His gaze caressed my face. "I love you, Natalie." He leaned down and kissed me with gentle lips. "Go back to sleep, sweetheart. I'll see you tonight."

  "I love you, too." I snuggled back under the covers. He tucked me in, kissed my forehead, and turned off the lamp before quietly leaving the room. I was asleep again in mere seconds.

  I spent the rest of my day floating along on love struck bliss, happy and unaffected by any of the day's stress. It was a far cry from yesterday when I couldn't focus on anything but my breaking heart. My relief to have him back was a heady drug.

  I was changing into jeans and a sweater after getting home from work when David knocked on my door. I hastily finished pulling my sweater down and rushed to my door with George in tow behind me. I couldn't hold back the huge grin on my face as I opened the door and saw him. He was in jeans and a gray plaid button-up shirt over a white Henley. His eyes lit up as he stepped into my apartment and pulled me into a warm hug. George started chirping and slamming against David's legs. David glanced down at the massive cat in bemusement.

  "He wants you to pick him up," I explained. I watched in amusement as David bent down to hoist all twenty-five pounds of muscle and fur into his arms. He cradled George like a humongous baby, and the cat ate it up, purring loudly and staring at David with heavy-lidded eyes.

  "He must really love you," I told him with a soft smile. "He rarely lets anyone do that but me."

  "What's not to love?" he asked as he scratched the cat's big head, then set him back down in the floor.

  "My thought exactly," I replied as I moved away from the door. David and George followed me back into my room.

  "Where are you getting dinner for Ford?" he asked as he sat on the bed to wait for me.

  "I was thinking of Thai food," I answered as I disappeared into my closet to grab my brown boots. When I came out, George was forcing his way onto David's lap. "George, leave him be," I grumbled at the cat.

  "He's fine." David began running his hand down George's long back. "The next time you spend the weekend at my place you should bring him with you. That way, he's not all alone the whole time." I stared at him in awe. He was literally the perfect man. "What?" he asked when he saw me staring at him.

  "You really want me to bring my cat to your house?"

  "Why not? I like George."

  "You're going to need a giant litter box, you know." I told him in disbelief.

  "Okay." He shrugged nonchalantly as he continued spoiling my cat with affection. I shook my head in perplexed amusement as David followed me out to the living room. I grabbed my purse and led him out the door.

  A while later, David was parking his car behind Ford's tattoo shop. I sat in the passenger seat holding three bags of Thai food that smelled amazing. David came around and opened my door, taking the bags of food from me as I climbed out of the car.

  "Have you ever considered letting your brother tattoo you?" David asked as he followed me to the door that led up to Ford's apartment.

  "I guess if I found something I wanted badly enough I might," I said thoughtfully. "I've never come up with anything I want on me permanently. That and I hate needles."

  "I've always wanted something comic book related, but I could never decide what." David said as I opened Ford's apartment door. He must have left it open, so he didn't have to come down the stairs on his crutches to let me in.

  "You are such a nerd," I said with a laugh.

  "Natie?!" Ford yelled from upstairs.

  "Nope!" I hollered back as I climbed the stairs. "I'm a hardened criminal here to beat your ass and rob you blind!"

  "Bring it on, asshole!" he answered facetiously. "I'll beat you to death with my crutches!"

  "Why don't you just announce to the world that your incapacitated," I told my brother as I walked into his living room to find him sprawled across his couch with his bad foot elevated on the back of it and holding a sketch pad on his lap.

  "I can still kick your ass," he grumbled as he sat up. His eyes widened in shock when he saw David come in behind me. I smirked as he looked back and forth guiltily between the two of us.

  "Hi, Ford," David said with a friendly nod and a smirk of his own. "Where do you want me to put this?" He held the bags up to show Ford.

  "Um..." Ford pointed uncomfortably toward the kitchen. "You can put it on the kitchen table."

  David grinned at me as he walked across the room then disappeared into the kitchen. I shot my brother a stern glare once David was out of sight. He shrank back sheepishly. "So..." I drew out the word meaningfully and made sure it was loud enough for David to hear. "David told me about this bully that made his life hell in high school. You wouldn't know anything about that would you?"

  "Uh...look Natie, I..." he stammered out. "You see...I was, well...I was a dick."

  "Oh, really?"

  "I apologized to David and we're cool," he said reasonably, his eyes darting around the room like a trapped animal.

  "He might be cool with it now, but I'm not."

  "Come on, Natie," Ford said pleadingly. "That was fifteen years ago, for Christ's sake."

  "It might take me that long to punish you for it," I growled at him, fighting to keep from smiling at him. I was having fun, and I wasn't done ye
t.

  "I'm sorry, Natalie," he said apologetically. "I was in a really bad place, and I acted like an asshole. I already feel awful about what I did, and it's not like I can go back and change it."

  I stared at him like I was considering whether or not to forgive him.

  "Come on, Natalie," David suddenly said from the kitchen doorway. "Give Ford a break, haven't you tortured him enough?" I glanced over to see him leaning against the door frame and smiling wryly at me.

  I stared at him with pursed lips as if I were in deep thought for a long moment. "Well, alright," I finally capitulated then looked at Ford with a mischievous grin. "But you better get me something truly spectacular for Christmas."

  Ford leveled a glare at me. "Damn, Natie. Why do I always fall for this shit?"

  "That's because your slow and gullible." My smile widened.

  "And she's evil," David added as he moved closer to me. "She's been planning this since this morning."

  "Just wait until she turns it on you," Ford added as amusement lit up his eyes.

  "Oh, I've already been in her cross-hairs," David told Ford with a grin. "She has a real knack for making men pay for their foolish mistakes. Especially when they deserve it." He gave me a meaningful look at that last statement.

  I gave him a devilish smile. "It's easier when there's actual guilt involved."

  "Well, if you're done yanking my chain, I'd really like to eat," Ford said with another glare at me that never quite dampened the amusement in his eyes. He set his sketch pad on the coffee table, grabbed his crutches from the floor, and stood up. I went to follow him into the kitchen, but David grabbed my hand to stop me. He brought it up to his lips for a brief gentle kiss with an apologetic expression.

  "I really am sorry, sweetheart," he whispered.

  "I know," I whispered back, "and I've already forgiven you and moved on."

  He nodded, acknowledging my forgiveness, but I got the sense that he hadn't quite forgiven himself yet. I supposed that would take some time, and I wouldn't make it worse by holding what happened over his head.

  Dinner was delicious and entertaining. David and Ford got along well, and I was glad that any ill will that David had for my brother seemed to be long gone. In fact, by the time David and I were ready to leave, the two of them were playfully insulting each other. It made me think that the two of them might eventually become good friends, and that made me very happy.