You Are My Love: Breathless Book 2 Page 7

  "No," I told her with a begrudging smile. "That's plenty."

  "Do you feel better now?" Maggie asked in a more serious tone.

  "Yeah," I admitted. "I do."

  "Good, now eat your lunch, so I can tell you all about the new guy I met on Saturday."

  "New guy?" I asked in surprise. "What about Trevor?"

  She waved a dismissive hand in the air. "Trevor is a moron. I'm so over him." She'd been messing around with Trevor the Flake for a few weeks now. I knew it wouldn't last, and I was glad she had figured it out for herself. She could do so much better.

  Maggie began a long description of her Saturday night with a guy named Jake, who apparently had a huge cock and knew how to use it. It astounded me how much Maggie always shared with me about her sexual conquests, and thankfully I was so used to it now that I was rarely shocked. She never expected me to reciprocate about myself, which considering how kinky David and I were getting, was a blessing. If she only knew. I ate my lunch, smiling and listened raptly, enjoying the show. I was feeling much better than I had since last night, and looking forward to that good hard shagging that I was pretty sure David would give me later.

  *********

  I was a nervous wreck when I pulled into David's driveway next to his sleek black Audi. My guilt had started eating me up after lunch and worsened all afternoon. I had behaved like a petulant teenage girl, and I was seriously annoyed with myself. I sat in the car for a moment staring at David's house. It was after five-thirty, and it was getting dark already. His porch lights were on since he was expecting me. I saw a shape appear in the large front window then disappear immediately. David knew I was here now, and it was just the impetus I needed to get out of the car.

  I made my way down the sidewalk and up the porch steps, watching as the front door opened just as I reached it. David stood there watching me with a wary look in his gorgeous blue eyes. It made me feel even worse that he was doubting if I was happy to see him.

  "Natalie?" he asked softly, his tone full of longing and trepidation.

  "David," I whispered as my guilt threatened to overwhelm me.

  He looked good in dark jeans and a gray long sleeve T-shirt that hugged the muscles of his arms and broad shoulders, and highlighted his flat stomach. The short dark curls on his head were styled in a sexy tussle that made me itch to touch it. I instantly wanted to feel his hands and lips on my body.

  "I'm so sorry I talked to you like that yesterday, sweetheart," he began as he reached a hand out toward me. "I don't know what I was thinking. I was such an asshole." His eyes were filled with remorse.

  "I'm sorry I hung up on you," I said, my voice breaking a little as I tried not to cry.

  "I deserved it," he said with a pained expression. "You don't need to apologize to me."

  "I do," I insisted. "I acted like a child. I shouldn't have done that, and I shouldn't have ignored your calls and texts all this time." I pressed my lips together as the urge to cry intensified. "I'm sorry, David," I whispered pathetically as tears started to well up in my eyes.

  He pressed his lips together, and his expression became concerned. "Sweetheart," he said gently and came to me. He cradled my face in his hands and caressed my cheek with one thumb. His touch severed my control, and the tears fell in earnest. "Don't cry. I'm not upset with you. I'm the one who screwed up here, not you."

  I opened my mouth to deny his words, and he plastered his lips to mine. His mouth was greedy and desperate, his tongue pushing between my lips as he kissed me into oblivion. I forgot everything I was going to say, and practically my own name until he pulled back to catch his breath. He ushered me into his house and closed the door behind us. He wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me again. This time he pressed the length of his body against mine, his erection grinding against me. "I'm sorry," he mumbled against my lips and started a hot trail of kisses down my jawline to my neck. "Let me make it up to you." His teeth sank into my skin, making me shiver and relax into his embrace. This was what we needed, our desire and lust for each other to wipe away the guilt and reassure us that we were still okay, that we still loved and wanted each other.

  "Please, David," I moaned helplessly. "Take me to bed."

  He answered with a low growl and lifted me up so that I could wrap my long legs around his waist. He carried me to his bedroom while I latched my mouth to the side of his neck, and kissed and bit into his skin. He dropped me onto his bed and pounced on top of me, pulling my clothes from my body swiftly until I was bared completely to him. He laid next to me and took my right nipple into his hot mouth, sucking and nipping at it until I began writhing with need. He grabbed handfuls of both my breasts and squeezed firmly. Shockingly, it actually hurt and I blurted out a protest. "Sorry, sweetheart," he mumbled and gentled his hands. I chalked my tenderness up to my period being close and lost myself to him again.

  He moved until he was on top of me, the cotton of his shirt rubbing against my nipples delightfully. David ground the denim over his cock against my clit, making sparks fly across my vision. His lips found mine again, and he rasped his tongue against mine, his lips and teeth clashing with mine in his desperation.

  "Natalie," he groaned out. "I want you. I need you. I love you." His words sent goose flesh streaking across my skin as a wave of pure happiness washed through me. It filled me up and helped push away some of the resentment that still lingered from our brief break-up last week. I started clawing at his shirt, desperate to get to his bare skin. He captured my wrists in his hands and pushed them up above my head. He held them there with one hand as the other roamed over my body. I arched my back toward his touch, relishing the attention.

  "David, please," I begged. "Let me touch you."

  "Not yet," he growled out, denying me as his grip on my wrists tightened, and he ground himself against my pelvis some more. I suddenly suspected that he was torturing himself on purpose, by leaving his clothes on and not letting me touch him. It was a penance of sorts and completely unnecessary.

  "Stop that," I grumbled out, because he was torturing me right along with himself.

  He abruptly stopped and met my gaze with irritation. "Stop what?"

  "You know exactly what you're doing to punish yourself," I told him accusingly, my body ablaze with need and desire. "So knock it off, because you're killing me here."

  "Is it that obvious?" he asked with embarrassment.

  I nodded. "Off with the clothes. Now." I ordered with a glare. His eyes narrowed, and he growled at me as his expression turned predatory. I shrank back from his stare. "Please?" I added in a placating tone. He pinned me to the mattress with his hard gaze for a moment more, before a smile started to crack the facade.

  "You are a very bad girl tonight," he growled out as his smile turned wicked. "I'm half tempted to put you over my knee and turn your ass red."

  I took in a gasp as his words ignited a blaze of desire that streaked through my entire body. His eyes lit up with lust and surprise.

  "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

  "No," I immediately denied as I felt my face flame crimson.

  "Liar," he growled with a smirk, then kissed me fiercely. I couldn't help the long pathetic whine that bled from my mouth as my desire roared back to life. I fought against the gentle yet firm restraint of his hand on my wrists, knowing that it would drive him wild. Unfortunately, it had the exact same effect on me. When he finally broke the kiss, I was the one to admit defeat and speak first.

  "Please," I begged shamelessly. "Please take your clothes off. I need your skin on mine so badly. Please, David."

  "There's my good girl again," he said with a slow smug grin. He knew he had won, but I didn't care anymore. I just wanted him and nothing else mattered now.

  He rose, and I watched with panting breaths as he pulled off his shirt and jeans, then pushed his boxer briefs off. His bobbing erection was practically hypnotic as he crawled up my body and hovered over me where we lie crosswise on the bed.

  "Scoot up," he
told me firmly.

  "Huh?" I asked as I tore my eyes away from his huge gorgeous cock.

  He smiled indulgently at my distraction. "Scoot up toward your head."

  "But my head will hang off the side of the bed," I said in confusion.

  "I know, sweetheart," he said. "Trust me. You're going to like it."

  "Alright," I agreed suspiciously, not sure what he planned. I pushed myself up until my head was dangling off the side of the mattress, and blood started rushing to my head. "Now what?" I asked him in annoyance.

  "Now, I fuck you, Natalie," he said in a seductive tone that made me shiver, and my annoyance was gone. His hand moved to the cleft between my thighs, his fingers gliding across my wetness. "Damn, you're so wet, sweetheart." He growled and bit into my breast a little too roughly, and I grumbled about it. "You're really tender tonight. I'm sorry," he mumbled.

  I was going to tell him not to worry about it, but he was already nudging at my core with the head of his cock. My entire world was focused down to my groin and how soon he was going to enter me. He didn't make me wait, and thrust into me sharply, making me gasp in surprised pleasure. The sudden penetration was amazing, and my body was already reaching for its release. It wouldn't take long for David to get me there.

  "Mm, so tight, so warm," he moaned against my chest, his beard rubbing against my sternum. "I love you." He started fucking me with long deep thrusts as my head bobbed up and down. I could feel my breasts bouncing oddly since they were hanging down toward my head. He suckled on my right nipple gently this time, and within moments, my world caught fire. My orgasm blasted through me, and the added pressure in my head from being partially inverted was mind-blowing as it hit me. It felt like it was almost an out of body experience.

  "Holy shit!" I blurted out as I came down from it.

  "I told you that you'd like it," he said smugly as he continued moving slowly inside me. "Do you want another one?"

  "Oh God, yes," I groaned out in a deep voice.

  He sped up and started pounding into me, reaching up to cradle the back of my neck with one hand to support me. "Come now," he growled and another insane release hit me that was more intense than the last. He kept the hard pace and dragged it out for what felt like an eternity as my brain combusted into pure heady pleasure.

  When it ended, David had slowed again. "One more, Natalie?" he asked, but I knew he was going to do it again no matter what I said. I nodded, unable to speak, and he sent me up once more, this time making me scream incoherently as I clung to his biceps desperately to keep from falling off the bed. "I've got you, sweetheart. I won't let you fall," he reassured me.

  I was limp now, my body slack and satisfied. "Wow," I barely managed to mumble out as David lifted me into his arms.

  "Sweetheart, I'm not done yet," he said wryly as he sat back on his toes with his knees on the mattress. He pulled me up with him until my face was inches from his, and my legs were wrapped around his waist. He lifted my ass up and impaled me on his cock in a slow deep penetration that made me gasp and whimper with delight. "Arms around my neck, Natalie," he said, and I complied. Then he gripped my hips and started moving me up and down his shaft. I marveled at how strong he was as I watched his biceps flex repeatedly.

  "Look at me," he growled out, and I looked up to meet his lust drunk eyes. They were hooded and blazing with need. He held my gaze and our joining suddenly became incredibly intimate. I couldn't look away. His eyes softened as he looked at me. "Natalie," he said, his voice rough with desire. "I love you so much."

  "David," I whimpered. "Love you too." I watched his eyes flutter and his breathing hitch. His back arched and he pressed himself into me hard and deep, sending me into another orgasm as he found his. He shuddered as he climaxed, his cock jerking and jumping inside me, a long groan falling from his lips as my pussy rippled around him. I wailed along with him and practically blacked out from the unbelievable pleasure.

  When I was aware of my surroundings again, we lie on our sides with David spooned behind me. He whispered over and over again how much he loved me in my ear. I let out a deep sigh of relief and contentment. This was where I was meant to be.

  *********

  "We should get up, so I can make you dinner, sweetheart," David whispered, breaking me out of my blissed-out post-orgasmic state. I may have fallen asleep, but I wasn't sure.

  "What are you going to make me?" I asked as I realized that I was starving. David was a wonderful cook. He always fed me well and seemed to enjoy doing it.

  "I think I have some chicken," he said. "I'll figure something out."

  "Good, I'm starving."

  "I bet," he said suggestively and hugged me tighter. We lie there without moving for several more minutes before I spoke.

  "I have to pee," I grumbled, not wanting to move at all. David let go of me reluctantly, and we both got off the bed to get dressed. I stared appreciatively at David's body as he collected my scattered clothing from the floor. He straightened and eyed me as he handed me my clothes.

  "I swear that your breasts look bigger today," he said unexpectedly as he looked at my chest curiously. I glanced down at myself dubiously.

  "Damn, PMS," I said irritably as I glared at my tender breasts.

  "They look nice," he said with a reassuring smile. "I'm sorry I hurt them."

  "You more than made up for it, I'd say."

  He gave me a smug smile. "Good."

  "Where did you learn all this crazy sex stuff, anyway?" I asked, then instantly regretted it as he became obviously uncomfortable, shifting from foot to foot.

  "I'm sorry," I said with a pained expression. "I shouldn't have asked that."

  "No," he said with a resigned sigh. "You shouldn't be afraid to ask me anything, Natalie."

  "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

  "I want you to feel free to talk about anything with me."

  "Even about Paige?" I asked before thinking and cringed inwardly, afraid he'd react like he did last night. I watched his eyes harden as he clenched his jaw, the muscles in his cheeks flexing.

  "We can talk about Paige, if you need to, Natalie," he said curtly. "However, I'm not going to talk to her. I can't do it. I won't do it, and I need you to respect that."

  I nodded my reply as I stared at the floor, feeling equal parts embarrassed and angry about being scolded like a child. I snatched my clothes from him wordlessly and turned my back on him to get dressed. I could feel the tension rising between us. I felt his eyes watching me, but I didn't acknowledge it. I was too busy trying not to cry.

  "Natalie," he said quietly, his voice apologetic.

  "Just forget that I said anything," I said dejectedly. "Go make dinner," I added in a snide tone.

  I heard the rustle of clothing, and I assumed he was putting his clothes back on. He left the room without another word. I finished getting dressed myself, then sat on the edge of the rumpled bed with a sigh. Paige was interfering in our relationship again in less than twenty-four hours. I was afraid it would always be like this, and I wondered how we were going to make this work. Maybe I should just avoid the topic all together. She couldn't keep trying to contact him forever. She had to give up eventually, right? Then maybe we could move past this and build a life together that didn't include his bad memories of her butting in all the time.

  I sat there for a few more minutes, then finally got up to use the bathroom. When I went out to the kitchen, I found David chopping up vegetables with rapid knife strokes that were much harder than they needed to be. Was he angry at me? The thought filled me with annoyance, until he glanced up and his face softened with a wan smile, the knife in his hand slowing down. Ah, he was angry at himself. That made me feel a little better.

  "Is there wine?" I asked, needing something to take the edge off the tension inside me.

  "There's a white in the fridge," he said quietly. I nodded and crossed the room, going past him to get to the refrigerator. I pulled the bottle out, grabbed the corkscrew out of
a drawer, and opened it. David wordlessly handed me a glass from the cupboard. I poured a healthy serving and took a sip. Ugh, it didn't taste right, which was odd considering this was usually my favorite.

  "Something is wrong with this," I grumbled as I poured it down the drain. "It tastes terrible."

  He looked up from the vegetables with a small frown. He walked over and picked up the open bottle and sniffed at it, then took a sip. "It tastes fine to me, but you can dump it if you want."

  "It doesn't even smell right," I said with disgust and took the bottle from him. I dumped the entire contents of the bottle into the sink, wrinkling my nose in distaste. He watched me with a perplexed expression, then shrugged and went back to cutting vegetables.

  I stood there and watched him work, hating this barrier between us, but not sure what to do about it. "What are you making?" I finally asked, deciding that pretending our problem didn't exist was a viable solution.

  "A stir-fry with chicken," he answered as he met my eyes. "Is that okay?"

  I nodded. "That sounds wonderful." I stepped close to him and laid my head on his shoulder. He put the knife down and turned to face me, reaching up to run his knuckles across my cheek. His eyes roamed around my face with a soft affectionate expression. He leaned in and brushed his lips across mine.

  "Natalie," he whispered, the word filled with regret and begging for forgiveness. I didn't want this distance between us anymore tonight. I didn't want it to come between us, and maybe I needed to let this go. I was willing to try.

  "David," I said in a gentle tone, trying to convey my love, and that he was already forgiven. I kissed him with soft lips and gripped the hair on the back of his head in my fingers, pulling just the way he liked. He moaned and kissed me back hard, our tongues tangling for several long moments. When we ended it, we were both left panting. He rested his forehead against mine and closed his eyes.

  "You understand why I can't talk to her, don't you?" he whispered hoarsely, and I could feel the pain radiating out of him. "She gutted me, ripped me apart. When I saw her at Andy's wedding, it felt like it was happening all over again. I...I can't put myself through that. I just can't. It hurts too much."