A Window to Love (Windows) (Volume 1) (5 page)

“Give me a show, bébé,” he purred.

For anyone else, I would have been embarrassed. But not with
him. I gave him what he asked for as I let my inhibitions float away. Climbing
off the bench, I stood just out of his reach so he could see me as he played.
With my eyes partially closed, I started my sexy private dance for him. I began
to slowly roll my hips as my hands moved over my breasts then down my sides and
between my legs. I paused for a moment, touching myself then pulled my cami up
over my head revealing my hardened nipples pressing against my pale pink bra. I
heard Evan make an unmistakable groan of desire that built in the back of his
throat before escaping his lips, “You’re killing me, bébé.”

I slowly slipped off my French terry boyfriend pants.
Stepping out of them, I kicked them in his direction, and he laughed. Spinning
around, wiggling my bottom, I reached behind and unclasped my bra and twirled
it in the air, then tossing it in his direction. An audible moan escaped his
lips. Swaying from side to side with my hands over my breast, he continued to
play the piano watching me with a wicked look on his face.

Once I started sliding my panties to the floor, Evan
abruptly stopped and lunged for me. In one quick move, he scooped me up and
carried me to the sofa.

I laughed as he threw me down, “You know maybe I should
learn to play the piano and you can do a striptease for moi!”

“Oh bébé, you don’t need to play the piano. I’ll give you a
show anytime you want,” he whispered, pulling off his heather grey sweat pants.
Pausing, he quickly disappeared down the hallway. I loved watching that hard
ass walk through my house. In seconds, he returned to me. “No more mistakes,
bébé,” he said softly before capturing my mouth and thrusting his hard cock
deep inside me.

“Merci beaucoup, mon cher monsieur,” was all I can whisper
all night long.

I WOKE UP alone in my bed and
instantly thought I might as well get used to this. It's Sunday, the last day
of our weekend together. I'm going to miss that gorgeous face, that amazing
hard body and the best sex of my life. I think the worst part will be the
emptiness. Tomorrow I will go back to it being only me within the walls of my
apartment, but his ghost will remain: I will wake up to his scent in my bed, I
will feel his presence in places he touched me, gave me pleasure. I will
remember the sounds of Evan playing my piano. I will be reminded of the loss of
my parents and now the loss of him when I look at Christmas tree. As I was on
the verge of tears, I told myself to stop this train of thought and remember
that today he was still mine. As I pushed those thoughts back, I
tossed back the covers, stood and stretched. Not wanting to waste a moment of
our last day, I hurried into the bathroom, splashed water on my face and
brushed my teeth. I threw on a black and white polka dot silk dressing gown and
went in search of Evan.

As I stepped into the hallway, I heard him. He must be
speaking to someone on the phone. Following his voice, I found him in the
library sitting on the leather sofa wearing only drawstring pants. He was pure
sexiness. He smiled up at me and with a crooked finger motioned for me to come
to him.

I moved toward him as he continued his conversation, “Ok.
That sounds good. If we could wrap it up this week, that would be great. I have
another project scheduled for the following week, and after that I will be out
of the country. Great. See you tomorrow.”

As soon as he's off the phone he pulled me onto his lap,
planting an enormous kiss on my lips and all I could think was how much I will
miss this. His body has awakened mine in every way.

“How did you sleep, bébé?”

“Good.” I answered short and sweet when I actually wanted to
add 'with you wrapped around me how could I not sleep well?'

“I had a hard time not waking you up this morning, but since
I kept you up most of the night I decided to let you rest up for today,” he
said with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh?”

With a devilish laugh, he answered. “I plan to play with you
all day.”

“A naked day indoors?”

“Sounds good to me.” Evan kissed me deeply while he untied
my silk robe and growled as his hands roamed my naked body. I straddled him,
rubbing against his length until I was so wet I was dripping on him. Abruptly,
he stilled my movements and slammed all the way into me, and I whimpered, “Mon
dieu.”

I felt like a wanton woman as I rode his cock. Evan was
growling and moaning, and I was pretty sure he was talking dirty to me in
French.

“J'aime ta chatte serrée. C'est vrai bébé garder équitation
am bite. I love your tight pussy. That’s right, bébé, ride my cock.”

“Je ne comprend pas. I don't understand.”

Evan laughed and growled. “It's dirty French for you, bébé.”

“Mmmm. J’adore monsieur,” I whispered throwing my head back,
rotating my hips, grinding into him, I climaxed hard around his cock, screaming
out his name. Giving me one last hard, deep thrust he released into me as I was
still throbbing around him. As he stilled, I didn't want him to pull out of me.
I clung to him tightly.

I wasn’t sure if I heard him right, but I was almost positive
he said, “Je t'aime, cherie.” Or maybe that's what I would like to hear. That
was definitely something I would say to him.

Evan…

I JUST TOLD Melissa I loved her in
French. What made me say that? Was it just in the heat of the moment? Was I
falling in love with her? I'd never told a woman “I love you” in English, let
alone French.

“Excuse me, monsieur. Sorry to interrupt your thoughts, but
are you ready for some breakfast because I need some coffee. Let me get
dressed, and I'll fix us something yummy to eat.”

“You look fabulous naked, bébé.”

Wiggling against my body, she inquired with a smile, “You
want me to be the naked chef?”

“Works for me,” I moaned.

Slipping off my lap, Melissa put her dressing gown back on
and ran to the kitchen before I had a chance to pick her up and carry her
again. “You can't get away from me, bébé.”

I will never let her go.

Melissa…

I GOT EVERYTHING out to make
breakfast and started boiling water in the tea kettle to make French press
coffee. I noticed Evan was looking around the kitchen. He appeared deep in
thought. I licked my lips looking at him, thinking how hot he looked sitting in
my kitchen.

“Bébé, I want to ask you some questions about the
apartment.”

Hearing he wanted to talk about the apartment, the whisk I
was using to beat the eggs slipped from my hand, sending some of the eggs over
the side of the bowl. With shaking hands, I reached for a towel, thankful for
the momentary distraction I had created. As the emotional walls came up in
anticipation of his questions, I kept my eyes and my mind focused on cleaning.

“Yesterday I was looking around and noticed there are very
few things that reflect you.”

Quietly, I finished making coffee and poured two cups. I
handed one to Evan and just looked at him.

“Bébé, I don't mean to upset you. I guess I'm curious if you
plan on staying here, or is this just temporary until you're ready to move on?”

I looked into his questioning eyes and wondered. Did I want
to open myself up completely to him on our last day together? I decided
to keep it simple and stated the facts, first taking a deep breath, “My parents
purchased this place and had some renovations done. Their next step was
furnishing the place after the first of the year. As you know, they died the
day after Christmas.”

I stopped for a moment to collect myself as Evan placed his
hand over mine and squeezed it. I pulled it away, unsure of myself and where
this conversation was going.

Taking a breath, I continued, “When I met with the attorney
for my parents’ estate they informed me I was their sole heir. In accordance to
my parents' trust, everything was automatically paid in full including this
apartment. They had planned to sell their house upstate once they moved, but
since I had no desire to keep the house I grew up in, I came here. My childhood
home had too many memories, and I thought this would be better for me.”

Pausing, I took a couple sips of coffee. Evan moved closer
to me, but I put up a hand to let him know not to touch me. I knew if he
touched me I would fall apart.

“I contacted an auction house, hired a real estate agent and
a personal assistant and together they all took care of selling everything. I
only kept photographs and a few personal items.”

I took yet another deep breath and went on.” I was in the process
of looking for an apartment in the city, so I figured I would stay in the
apartment until I found something. I hired my mother's interior designer to
find the basics for me. Once I moved in, it felt right to stay. My parents
never lived here so there were no memories. It felt like I was still connected
to them without constant reminders. That probably doesn't really make sense,
and maybe it sounds a little crazy.” I let out a nervous laugh, deciding I had
said enough.

Evan took my laugh as an invitation, and he pulled me
tightly into his arms. “Thank you for making me understand.”  Then hesitantly
asked, “Do you ever dream about things you would like to see in here? Things
you would want to change?”

“Wow. Where do I begin?”

“Let me finish making breakfast for you, and you tell me
what you would do to this kitchen.”

As Evan took over the cooking, I told him that I liked the
kitchen, but I would prefer the cabinets in a cream finish. The granite on the
counter tops could stay, but I would love the island counter to be a dark
butcher block.

“One thing I had done was to change the lighting above the
island.”

“That fixture is the thing that reminds me of you most of
all.”

“Really? That's amazing since you barely know me.”

Evan winked at me and said, “I think I know you pretty
well.”

“You know my body extremely well, that's for sure.” I said
with a small laugh.

Evan replied with a playful growl as he set a plate full of
food down in front of me.

Sitting side by side on stools at the island counter eating,
we both looked around the kitchen envisioning what could be.

“In that area in front of the window, I would like a French
settee and table.”

“I like that idea. You're on a roll now. After we finish
eating you can take me around the apartment and tell me what else you would
do.”

Once we finished cleaning up the kitchen, Evan pulled me
into his arms, tilted my head up and gave me a long passionate kiss. Once
again, he left me breathless.

I'm going to hate this apartment once he's no longer here.

Going from room to room, I answered Evan's many questions.
He gave suggestions when I was uncertain, and I liked his ideas. I liked the
idea of the apartment having a masculine and feminine feel to it.

An hour later, I was excited about eventually making this
apartment my home.

Evan's phone started ringing. He looked at the number, and I
could see he was uneasy answering the call in front of me. He let the call go
to voicemail.  “Hey bébé, I need to return this call.”

Before I could respond, he walked away, returned to the library
and shut he door.

I walked straight through the master bedroom into the
bathroom and started a bubble bath. As I stripped down thoughts swirled through
my head. How will I be tomorrow if he's already moving on? Making plans with
someone else right here in my home, in my library? How was I supposed to feel?
I clipped my hair up and slipped into the hot water. Closing my eyes, I tried
to relax.

“Bébé, how could you take a bath without me?”

“Mmmm,” I moaned as he slipped into the bubbles with me.

I leaned forward and sunk my teeth into Evan's bottom lip
then ran my soothing tongue over it. He growled softly and plunged his tongue
deep into my mouth. Our tongues tangled, making us both moan. My body was
throbbing everywhere. I needed him inside me.

“Please, Evan. I want you.”

In one quick motion, he pulled back, taking me with him as
he leaned back on the other end of the tub and lifted me onto his hard cock. He
began rocking inside me, moving in and out. Hot water and bubbles splashed over
the sides of the tub in waves as he drown me with his kisses until we both
released together with sharp loud gasps.

Evan climbed out of the tub, dried off then lifted me out. 
After toweling me dry he carried me to the bed. We cuddled up and fell asleep.