All This Time (29 page)

Chapter
Fifty-Five

My
mind is hazy, drunk even, but my body is more alive than I ever thought
possible. The sensations rolling over my flesh vibrates down into my muscles
and bones. Every part of me is drawn into an overwhelming excitement of
expectation from my lover.

Blues

After
removing the rest of my clothing, he guides me to the center of his bed.
Watching him undress slowly while he watches me builds my anticipation of what
I know will be the best sexual experience of my life. Uncertain if this could
be our only night together, he isn’t rushing this time between us tonight.
Standing beside the bed fully disrobed he holds my gaze with an extreme
intensity resembling a longing of a lonely man. Whether Blues knows it or not
the look in his eyes is complete and utter annihilation of me. With a wicked
grin, he absorbs every inch of my nakedness, like I’m the most beautiful woman
he has ever seen.

“You
are beautiful,” he says sincerely and I think for a second that maybe he can
read my mind. I can’t hide the blush creeping up my neck or the silly ass smile
spreading across my face.

“You
think I’m beautiful?” I ask bashfully.

Heat
flares in his eyes as he puts one knee followed by the other on the bed,
crawling up to me. His thick biceps bulge as he presses large fists into the
mattress. The cording muscles in his broad shoulders and chest, covered with a
light sheen of sweat, flex like those of a wild animal stalking its prey. He
crosses over so that he lies on my right side facing me. My eyes scan down his
body from his thick neck, over his sculpted abs and down his muscular legs. He
places his hand over my bellybutton and glances up at me with those electric
blue eyes framed in long and lush eyelashes.

“Yes
my angel, you are absolutely beautiful,” he replies dipping his head down so
that his lips connect with mine. My heart rate soars.

His
mouth begins a slow and vigorous rhythm, his lips parting open a little more
with each sip he takes of mine. He tastes so scrumptious and warm like my
favorite whiskey. Losing all thought in this kiss I moan repeatedly and his
hand tickles up my stomach, stopping just under my left breast. He glides his
fingers under the swell moving them lazily edging along the outside, and then
encircles my nipple torturously. This touch is hypnotic and he causes me to
gasp when he rolls and pinches them roughly. Continuing to kiss me deeply, he
moves over to my other breast giving it the same loving attention. My hands
drift up and over his shoulder, my fingernails scraping down his back. A deep
rumble in his chest vibrates against me and instantly I melt.

He
moves his mouth along my jaw to my ear and down my neck where he begins placing
soft kisses. “You’re the last thought I have before closing my eyes every
night,” he breathes across the dip at the base of my throat. My head swims with
the heady feeling and my body burns with severe need for him. “I can’t get you
out of my head.” He rolls his body on top of mine, spreading my thighs apart
slightly. His lips scorch a path down my chest where he captures my pebbled
nipple between his teeth. His tongue strokes around the edge of my nipple
before lapping at it and then blowing hot air across it lightly. “You taste so
damn good baby.” The need to squeeze my thighs together is intense enough to make
me whimper when his body blocks me. He draws my nipple into his mouth sucking
hard and I thrust my fingers into his dark hair clutching him tightly to my
breast.

“Oh
baby,” I moan faintly, my voice and body liquefying for him, “That is so damn
good.”

The
feel of his large hands gripping into my sensitive skin along my ribs drives me
wild. Wanting to feel him against my heat, I part my legs and he settles
between them. He releases the painfully enjoyable hold he has on my nipple and
begins feathering kisses under my breast. He slows his pace along my ribs to
trace over my Jeremiah 29:11 tattoo before moving over my stomach. Shifting his
body down, he nips at my hip while sliding his left arm under my right thigh.
Hot breath flutters over my skin as he raises his head up to look down at my
center.

“There’s
that sexy little strip,” he says running his nose along my small patch of hair
and breathing deeply. “You are intoxicating,” he groans glancing up at me
before lowering his mouth to my pussy.

My
head thrusts back, my eyes roll up and my body arches off the bed as he slides
his tongue into me. I grip the sheets in my hand tightly, like it will help me
hold onto my sanity.

“Blues…”
I beg my voice raspy and needy.

He
ignores my cries and continues lapping hungrily. His fingers pierce the flesh
on my hips while his head moves with the slow circling of his tongue around my
clit.

“Oh,
Blues, I’m so close,” I raise my head looking down at him sucking me into his
mouth. His eyelashes flutter before he looks up. Those mysterious blue eyes
reveal so much with one glance, a promise to give everything while he takes my
climax. Locked in an intense gaze with him, I reach heavenly heights and he
moans against my ultra-sensitive core, seeing the pleasure deep in my eyes. I
scream out his name and drop back on the bed. “Mmm, that was so... ”
Fuck,
that was so fucking better than anything I’ve ever felt in my whole damn life.
A
few more licks later he stops and edges his way up my body. “More…” I pant and
he smiles deviously.

Something
about looking at him now hits a high alert alarm in my head. After having a
mind blowing orgasm with him watching me like that I know I can’t allow it to
happen while he enters me. It will ignite something that I’m not prepared for
with him. From the savage desire and dominating control he is displaying I’m
not sure how to get out of it this time, since he demands eye contact every
time.

“More
is exactly what I was thinking,” he growls hovering over me before lowering his
mouth to mine and kissing me hard, “A lot more.”

I
drape my arms around his neck loosely. Hoping to shift the power a little, I
begin kissing down his jaw to his neck. Blues rolls his head dropping his
forehead onto my shoulder, allowing me better access. He moans and grinds against
my center, enjoying every little lick and nip I take. Those breathy sounds are
heating me up again and he is more than ready.

“Doll,”
he whispers against the curve of my neck, a severe plea in his tone, “I want to
feel
you.”

Warming
with a shiver that his five little word request evokes from the depths of my
very being, I stroke my fingers through his soft thick hair, raise his head up
and bring his mouth to my parted lips. He slides his tongue in licking and
twirling against mine while encasing me in his strong arms. Opening my eyes, I
find him staring at me and I almost forget to breathe.
Definitely need to
face away
, I tell myself. He breaks our kiss and lifts his body off mine.
Stretching an arm over to the edge of the bed, he reaches for his wallet. I
take the opportunity to twist out from underneath him, turning onto my right
side.

“Where
are you going?” he asks, placing his hand on my stomach to stop me.

I
grin glancing at the foil packet in his hand and reply, “Just rolling on my
side.”

He
removes his hand and rips into the wrapper. A moment later he is scooting in
behind me, sliding one arm under my neck and the other wrapping around my
waist. I turn my head, glancing over my shoulder and he dips down for a kiss.
It’s soft, passionate and sweet, and I damn sure don’t allow my eyes to open
through it. Instead I raise my left leg over his rubbing my ass against his
pulsing cock. He groans and I feel the vibrations against my back.

“You
want me to take you this way baby?” he asks slipping his hand between my thighs
and thrusting a finger deep inside. “Mmm, so fucking wet for me.” I gasp and
nod my head while squeezing my eyes shut tightly completely enraptured by the
pleasure his fingers give while anticipating how amazing he is going to feel burying
himself into my body. Reaching down, he grabs his dick and presses it against
my entrance. He rubs it back and forth over and over making me mad with need.

“Tell
me,” he states placing hot kisses against the back of my neck.

I
wiggle my ass, trying to encourage him before saying, “I need…”

“No,”
he demands in a whisper while sliding his tongue across the top of my shoulder.
“No, needs tonight. Tell me, Doll.”

Moaning
deeply while he only pushes the wide head of his erection inside me, I breathlessly
beg, “Fuck me, please.”

Blues
slides the thick tip out and then he shoves a little more back in slowly while
he growls deeply, “Tell me.”

I’m
totally buzzing with a high from my desire to feel him inside me. I’m doing
everything I can; running my hand down his abs trying to guide him into me,
hiking my backside up for better access and reaching around grabbing his hair
to pull him down for a passionate kiss. Nothing is working. He’s being so
stubborn and it’s making me fucking crazy. I whimper pitifully hoping that
he’ll show mercy on me and give me what I want. He pulls out all the way and
then thrust only the head back inside several times before he demands, “Tell me
what you want. Tell me!”

“I
want you, Blues,” I pant. “I want you to love me.”

Hearing
the magic words, he slowly pushes every thick inch of his arousal into me. He
grinds into me hard, forcing me to take all of him, and I do happily. He slips
one hand down between my legs where he presses down on my mound as he begins
pumping into me. I growl and call out his name while he continues fucking me
and kissing my neck. The arm he has under my neck wraps around me, his hand
gripping my shoulder fiercely, as he draws me tightly against his chest

“Baby...”
he grunts. “I fucking love how tight your pussy is and how it clenches so damn
hard on my dick.”

I
grab a handful of his hair and pull him around for another kiss. His rhythm is
wild and amazing. He rolls over onto his back, dragging me with him. He brings
his legs up slightly between mine, spreading me wide open. His hands roam all
over my chest, pinching my nipples and kneading my breast. He slips one hand
between my folds, massaging around his thickness, while the other works on my
clit, all while thrusting his hips up and making me bounce on him. I am so
close to shattering it is maddening, and I can tell by the frantic pulsing
force he is going to join me.

Moving
his hands away from my mound, I sit up and slip my left leg between his while
my right stays draped over his right hip. Facing away, I straddle his thigh,
bouncing and writhing on him while he grips tightly to my hips.

“Oh
baby,” I moan feeling the tightening in my belly and clench my walls tightly.

“Tip
baby, I’m coming with you,” he grunts thrusting upward, matching my rhythm. I
don’t tip over the edge, I fucking plummet. Just as Blues promised, he is
spiraling out of control with me while barking out my name.

Chapter
Fifty-Six

February

Streaks
of gold light dance across the foot of the bed when I open my eyes. Quickly scanning
the room my mind flips through the events of yesterday and last night. Blues
made love to me all night long. When we finished the second time he took me
into the bathroom where he treated me like a princess. He started with a hot
bath for us to soak in while we held each other close. He sat behind me and
laced his fingers through mine, wrapped our arms across my chest, careful not
to get my cast wet and we talked about random unimportant topics. When the
water cooled, he dried me off and took me back to bed where he touched and
kissed every inch of my body. His eyes stayed fixed on mine like refusing to
release it would prevent me from disappearing. He showed me more love than I’ve
ever felt before. Without a doubt it was the greatest night of my life.

“Good
morning,” Blues murmurs against my neck. I turn my head seeing him hovering
over me dressed in an Atlanta Brave tee-shirt and dark washed blue jeans. His
hair is a cracking good mess and those sexy blue eyes are sparkling with
renewed life. “Or should I say, good afternoon.”

“Is
it really that late?” I ask stretching and covering a hand over my mouth to
stifle a yawn.

“Mm
hmm,” he replies sitting beside me on the bed and drawing my hand into his.
“You’ve been a little sleepy head today. But that’s okay; you can rest as long
as you need.”

He
eyes scan over my face before he looks down at our joined hands and the sharp
blue color washes into a dull tint. He looks like a man with a lot of regrets.
I wonder if that includes making love to me last night. I’m reading too much
into what happened between us. Blues doesn’t love me…and…I…I…don’t want him
too.
Yeah, that sounds convincing
. A weird panicky feeling blankets over
my chest.

“Thank
you,” I offer in a rather submissive voice that doesn’t sound anything like me.
Clearing my throat, I try again, “I think I’m good though. I’m sure you’re like
busy and all today so I’ll get my things together quickly.” Twisting around to
the other side of the bed, I slip off and begin looking for my clothes. I can’t
make eye contact with him for some reason and I don’t know what this crap
gibberish is that is flowing out of my mouth. I sound like some bitter,
pathetic teenage girl. “I can be out of here in fifteen minutes, or less if I
don’t shower. You could have awakened me earlier, you know?” My tone grows
harsher when I find my clothes scattered at the foot of the bed and on the
floor. “Like several hours ago would have been okay. I need to get back to…”

“Angel,”
Blues says interrupting my weird ass monologue. He walks around the bed to
where I’m standing. His hand reaches out, his fingers thread through the hair
at the base of my neck. Tugging me toward him, his dark lips curve upward while
his eyes glow, amused by my odd behavior. “Calm down. I like having you in my bed
and I don’t want you to leave.” He wraps his free arm around my waist, pressing
his hand against the small of my back and bringing me close against him. “We’ll
go back to Georgia tomorrow, but I want today.” He holds me in a hypnotic haze
with those drilling sapphire eyes waiting expectantly for my response.

“Today?”
Regaining some of my dignity back, I straighten my
spine and lift my chin up proudly when I respond, “It’s a date.” A big goofy
grin sneaks across his face right before he kisses the hell out of me.

“Get
dressed,” he says over his shoulder as he begins walking out of the room. “I’m
taking you to lunch.”

For
some strange reason I’m actually giddy about spending time with Blues. After
watching him leave I shoot into the bathroom and zip around like a lunatic
scrubbing and buffing every inch of my skin raw. I’m acting like he’s taking me
on my very first date. Once I sufficiently make myself a flaming red color and
wash my hair, I practically dance around in front of the sink while blow drying
my out of control tresses. I dress quickly in torn faded blue jeans and a dark
brown long sleeve tee-shirt before walking back into the room.

Spotting
Blues zipping my bag closed, I grow suspicious and ask, “What are you doing?”

He
glances over his shoulder at me, eyes twinkling like exquisite jewels. “I
packed your things, we’re checking out.”

“Oh.”
Sadness suddenly pricks against my heart. I thought I would get more time with
him.

Turning
around, he holds out his hands which I accept without hesitation. “Don’t look
at me like that. We’re going to lunch and then I’m taking you some place
special,” He watches my face for a reaction, “Unless you would rather go home.”
The sullen look morphing across his face doesn’t match his words.

“No,”
Smiling like an idiot, I bite my lip and shake my head. “I’m not ready to go
back yet.”

He
pushes my hair over my shoulder, leans his face down into the crook of my neck
and kisses tenderly at the apex of my jaw and earlobe. His cheek dusts lightly over
mine as he growls in my ear, “Good, I’m not ready to give you up.”

He
grasps my hand, slinging my bag over his shoulder and then walking us out. When
we arrive downstairs he has a rental car waiting, nothing special just a
domestic sedan. Ever the gentleman, he opens the passenger door and kisses the
back of my hand reverently before securing me inside. We drive south for an
hour. Finally, he pulls into the parking lot of an aged Chinese restaurant well
off the beaten path. I glance over at him and he shrugs.

“I
have a little bit of an Asian obsession,” he admits with a lopsided grin.

“Uh,
huh,” I drawl my reply while glancing from the rundown building back to him
again. Then seeing the twinkle in his eyes and smile fade, it hits me that he’s
not kidding. He genuinely is excited about eating in a place that from the
looks of it, the health department should have condemned at least twenty years
ago.

“What?”
he asks seriously, looking almost offended. I burst out laughing, clutching one
hand around my stomach and covering my mouth with the other. “Oh, shut up and
let’s go eat,” he insists guffawing with me too.

Once
inside, I discover the place is actually pretty fabulous and definitely more my
style than some fine dining establishment. We stuff ourselves on noodles, rice
and samplings of every chicken version they offer. Even after repeatedly
telling him what I like, he still stubbornly makes me try a bite of each until
I tell him my new favorites. We’re offered a fortune cookie on our way out to
the car, but he stops me from cracking it open until we’re sitting inside.

“
So
the rule is you have to take a bite before you read the fortune,” Blues
explains popping opening the plastic wrapper and crunching on the end all while
flashing a sexy smirk.

I
follow suit while staring back at him amusingly, holding his hypnotic stare. We
remain silent listening to each other crunching, and before I can read my
fortune he snatches it away, exchanging mine with his.

“You
read mine and I’ll read yours.” He holds mine out of reach, like I’m going to
fight him to get it back. Laughing at his silliness, I just shrug and read his
first.

“86400
seconds in a day to speak the truth,” I recite quirking an expectant eyebrow up
while studying him. His face suddenly pales and then a flood of red creeps up
his neck. Slowly he turns and looks at me. “Well?” I ask smiling and waiting
for him to read mine.

“Angel,”
he starts in a shaky whisper with a very serious look that sends a shiver down
my back.
Oh god, don’t tell me again that you’re falling for me.

“Blues,
are you going to read mine now?” I ask hoping to detour whatever weird
revelation he is planning.

He
blinks and glances down at the little scrap of paper while bobbing his head.
“Until you break you don’t know your strength, it all lies in the rebuild.”

“In
bed…” I add while laughing.

He
snaps up his head with a curious smirk. “What?” he chuckles.

I
laugh and reply, “It’s just a stupid thing my girlfriend from college always
says after reading her fortune.” I shrug when he continues to stare at me with
that sexy as hell smile frozen of his face. “What?”

“Kiss
me,” he demands in a deep growl as he leans across the console of the car and I
do. Slowly and methodically, I kiss him with everything in me. In just the span
of twenty-four hours Blues has made me feel more than any guy before him and my
heart is overflowing. It’s forbidden and something I shouldn’t allow anyway,
but I know that when this trip ends ours will be a sweet and fleeting affair.

“Doll?”
he says starting the SUV and backing out of the parking lot.

“Hmm,”
I murmur resting the tips of my fingers on my swollen lips, wanting to sear
this moment in my mind forever.

“I
didn’t know that you went to college.”

Instantly
my heart skitters to a halt.
Fuuuuuccccckkkk
.
My cover!