“I-I'm not sure. I feel confused. I need to go.” She tried to scramble off the other side of the bed.
He grabbed her arm, holding her still. “You need to tell me, Lissa. I can't do anything until you tell me.”
She pulled her arm trying to get free, but he held her firm. She would talk to him one way or another. He had a crop with her name written all over, it if she didn't.
He needed to hear her say the words. If she didn't say she wanted more he'd be crushed.
“I don't know what to say, Derek.” She tried to snag her arm away from him, but he held firm.
“Say what you feel.”
“Say what exactly? That I want more than you're willing to give? More than I should possibly want from a man I've only dated for a few days. Is that what you want to hear?”
He almost couldn't believe what he'd heard. He didn't think he'd get it out of her. The thing was he was feeling the exact same thing.
She seemed to go limp in his arms, almost defeated. He was sure she had to be exhausted, even though they had both slept a while. He was content holding her, knowing now that this was way more than a fling. Or he hoped it was anyway.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Lissa couldn't believe what had just come out of her mouth. God, she could be such a motor mouth sometimes. Yes she wanted all those things, but he didn't need to know it.
Oh well, too late now.
She didn't even understand the feelings and how they could be so strong so fast. She'd basically told the man she wanted to be a mother to Jack and a wife to him.
Crap!
Maybe there was something to this ‘love at first sight’ nonsense. Maybe it wasn't nonsense. Some of the greatest love stories ever told were love at first sight. It was just so damn confusing; she couldn't talk about it any longer.
“Derek, I wish I could tell you exactly how I feel, but I feel so confused. I need time to sort everything out, okay? Can we just enjoy each other a while longer?”
“Yes. Of course we can.” He moved the tray off the bed and lay down next to her. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on top of her head.
They fit so perfectly together. Her curves rested seamlessly against his body. There was nothing she could think of that wasn't good about them. Perfect would be a better word for them.
The afternoon, as she viewed it, was as a family out skating, having a great time and it felt so real. As if she should have been there all along.
“When is Jack coming home?” Home. That word seemed to fit too. She did feel as if she were home with him and Jack. God, how could this be? How could a man and his precious son fill all the gaps in her life so completely in such a short amount of time? She needed to get back to reality. Her crappy job with the creepy Santa and her crappy apartment was her reality. Not lying here being held by Mr. Perfect. The overwhelming urge to flee consumed her. Maybe if Jack were going to be home soon, she would have a reason to go.
“He'll be home in a few hours. It seems we've played the night away.” He chuckled soft and low, ruffling her hair tickling her scalp, giving her gooseflesh all over her body, making her shiver.
“Oh, okay.” There would be no rapid escape now. She thought about his question for a moment and wondered what was going through his mind. Turnabout was fair play. “What are you thinking, Derek?”
“Honestly, I feel like we have something special. I love how you and Jack get along so well, and I certainly enjoyed making love to you. We seem to fit together.” He rubbed her hip with his palm.
She knew he meant that as a soothing gesture, but when he touched her it seemed to go straight to her groin. His response threw her off balance. She wasn't expecting such an honest answer to her question, but she agreed with everything he said. What could she say to that? But most importantly, how would he react to Rex and his stupid crap? What would he think of her when he met the real Lissa? She felt like a completely different person with Derek. Not the broke and desperate woman she had been.
“What do you say to that, Lissa?”
Is this a trick question?
“I'm not sure. I think, in a way, you're right, but there is so much we still don't know about each other.”
“That's true. So fill me in on the things I don't know about you and I'll do the same.”
Oh shit!
She stiffened in his arms. “What do you want to know?”
Please don't ask me about ex-lovers or finances.
“Tell me about your family.”
She immediately relaxed. “My mother has a bad heart and I help take care of her some. Mostly my younger brother takes care of her, but he needs some relief every now and then. My brother is a good guy but has had some problems with alcohol. He's doing much better now. My father left when I was very young, so there isn't much I can tell you about him. I do remember one thing about my father, well, two actually. He had the smell of liquor on his breath and he had a wicked smile. I always hated his smile. It freaked me out. Luckily, my brother and I got our mothers’ good looks. What about yours?”
“My parents are still together and I have no siblings. I'm like Jack, an only child. They spoiled me of course, but they were strict enough to teach me how to be a gentleman.”
“You've got that right,” she scoffed.
“What, you disapprove?” He let his hand fall to her abdomen, rubbing circles around her bellybutton with one fingertip.
“That tickles.” She grabbed his hand and pulled it to her breast. If he wanted to play with something it might as well be her erogenous zones. She felt his erection growing behind her. They'd rested, eaten and regained strength. She knew what was coming, but not how it would be administered. Would she be restrained to something or would he take her passionately for once?
She wanted him to make love to her. She needed to see his face. She turned in his arms looked him in the eye.
He seemed to somehow understand her needs. He kissed her gently. He released her for a moment to grab a condom from the nightstand.
“Derek. Please make love to me.” She reached down and stroked his cock from root to tip as she kissed his chest and licked one hard, flat nipple.
He hissed through his teeth. “You got it baby.” Damn, he was in heaven. She couldn't possibly be more perfect for him. He realized at that moment he was falling for her. Falling hard and fast. The only thing holding him back was Jack. How would Jack react to having her for a mother for real? Would they get along when he was whiney, or sick and complaining? Would she love him as if he was her own? He couldn't risk Jack's heart like he could his, but he could show her how he felt by making love to her.
He palmed her breast in his hand, bent down and took her nipple into his mouth, eliciting a mewling noise from her. He planned to lavish so much attention on her, she would have no doubts about how he felt about her. He took his time wrapping his tongue around her taut bud, then sucking it into his mouth, tugging lightly and nipping it on the way out, getting a delighted groan from her. After spending plenty of time with one, he moved on to the next repeating his sensual assault.
Lissa quivered and squirmed under his touch, spurring him on.
“Oh, that feels so damn good.” Her breaths were ragged and quick. She wiggled and jerked as he licked, nipped and sucked her nipples. Slow torturous bliss
He made a trail of wet kisses through the valley between her breasts then down to her naval. He dipped his tongue inside getting a hiss from her. Damn, he loved listening to her noises.
“Lissa, tell me what you need.” He needed to be inside her, but this was for her. He continued kissing her body, never getting too close to her pussy.
“I need ... you to touch me. Please touch me, Sir.”
That was all he needed to hear. He slid two fingers through her slick slit, lubing his fingers in her arousal then speared them in her tiny hole. Her back arched off the bed, pushing her breasts up. He fondled a breast in his hand, twirling the nipple between his fingers giving her an extra sensation. He finger fucked her, in and out, rubbing across her G-spot.
Her breaths came in pants now
He wanted to get her to the point of orgasm and back off over and over again so when she did come it would be explosive.
He took one long finger, lubed it in her arousal and pushed into her puckered star.
“Ohmigod, Derek. Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please fuck me, Sir.”
He pulled his fingers out and crawled on top of her, slipped the condom on, fit himself to her hole and pushed in, one excruciating inch at a time. He wanted this to be slow and loving, not hard and fast. He hoped he would be able to see her eyes as she came this time.
“Mmm. That feels so good.” She tilted her pelvis up to meet him.
“You feel good, sweetheart. I love the way you grip my cock.”
She squeezed her muscles just to prove his point.
He hissed through his teeth.
“Hang on to me, baby.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his ass.
He felt her tip her pelvis up even farther. She must have wanted more than he was giving. He thrust in and out at a leisurely pace. A fine sheen of sweat covered his body, giving him chills from the air conditioning adding to the sensations. His balls smacked her ass with every stroke, and it reminded him what it was like going bareback in her tight, hot hole.
She twined her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He kissed her chin, tasting the saltiness of her sweat then moved to her mouth, tasting her unique flavor. The muskiness of sex permeated the air, spurring them on. Her hands were all over him as they kissed.
She reached down and grabbed his ass and tried pulling him closer.
He held steady, not in any hurry for this to end.
He felt her liquid heat envelope him on every down stroke, making him wish he hadn't worn a condom. He wanted no barriers between them. Even the thought of her getting pregnant didn't scare him as much as he thought it should, something was happening inside him. He was healing, growing and readying for a new life. A life with Lissa.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Lissa's body was on fire. She felt it from her head to her toes. She was on the verge but needed a little something extra to push her over into abyss.
'Please Sir, I need more.” She grasped his shoulders, her nails biting into his flesh and held on tight.
“More of what Lissa? Tell me what you need.” His pace was steady and precise. She needed wild and frenzied.
“I need more of you. Fuck me harder.” She dug her heels into his ass bringing him closer and meeting him thrust for thrust. Her breathing was ragged and frantic. Her eyes were closed until she remembered her punishment for not looking at him. She really enjoyed the hell out being fucked in the ass, but she didn't think she could stand it in again in one night so she opened her eyes and gazed into his.
“Good girl, Lissa. That's right. Keep your eyes on me at all times.” He picked up the pace, hammering into her.
She moaned, tempted to close her eyes and enjoy the sensation. Damn, the man was talented. He had stamina for days and made love to her like she was a goddess. She loved the way he stretched and filled her, gliding in and out with such glorious friction. Never in all her twenty-eight years, has she had such a skilled lover.
He rolled pulling her along, placing her on top. Oh, how she'd waited for this all night.
“Ride me baby.” He gripped her hips, pushing and pulling her up and down on his cock.
“I'll come like this.” She whimpered, as he filled her to the hilt.
“I want you to come. Look into my eyes and come for me, love.”
She gazed down and knew at that moment she wanted him forever. She wanted this every night; she wanted him for life.
He cupped her breasts and pushed them together sat up and flicked his tongue over both nipples. Her whimpering moans escaped her lips before they even registered to her scattered brain. He was too intense. She bucked wildly against him. “Ohmigod, I'm gonna come, Derek.” The temptation to let her eyes roll back in her head was overwhelming. Her orgasm struck her like a lightning bolt, hard and fast. She felt the tingles from her toes to her nose. She had no idea how, but she gazed in his eyes the entire time.
The spasms in her groin hit her like waves lapping along the shore.
He wasn't done. He flipped them back over, her on the bottom again.
“Derek, I can't take much more.” He raised both of her legs and draped them over his shoulders. God, she was so sensitive. Too sensitive.
She couldn't go much longer.
She hoped he wasn't planning a marathon.
“It's my turn now, love.” With both of her legs on his shoulders he could pound inside her hard, fast and deep. He could still feel her delicate flesh rippling around him. Touching her clit would give her another orgasm. He licked his thumb and rubbed in tight quick circles and loved the answering scream of his name as she came again.
“You're gripping my cock so hard baby.” His thrusts became frenetic and uncontrolled. The musky scent of sex filled his nostrils. He breathed in taking in their aroma, feeling its effects all the way to his groin. He couldn't let her go, not now, He was so tempted to pull out, strip the condom off and claim her with his seed. He'd already done just that with her ass. She was his now. He wouldn't let her go. Lissa Monroe was a woman off the market. She just didn't know it yet.
Her eyes glazed over and her body loose and relaxed. She had given him everything he could have hoped for and more.
He needed her to know how much she meant to him.
“Oh Derek, I need..."her voice died on a sigh.
He leaned forward bringing her legs with him, for even better access and was surprised when she snaked a hand between them, fitted her hand to his shaft, stroking him as he entered and exited.
“Oh shit! Lissa, I'm gonna come.” He heard her say ‘about damn time’ and smiled. He'd worn his little kitten out. He pumped a few more times and felt the telltale tingle. His balls drew up and he came with enough force to blow a hole in a wall. His seed spurted inside the condom, and he jerked. He cursed the damn thing under his breath. He wanted her, all of her forever. He knew this in his very soul. He just needed Lissa and Jack to be good with it.