BLUE ICE (ICE SERIES) (17 page)

              He turned me again and pinned me under his fabulous body. He kissed me and started getting rid of the corset. I had to close my eyes, this was too much and I was terribly embarrassed of my poor performance. Then I felt it, he was licking, sucking and biting my right boob. There was no way back. I didn’t know what to do, how to distract him, so he would stop doing that because he was making me lose my mind. Gathering all my courage I moved my hand down to where I felt hardness. Slowly I touched him, bigger and much harder than I would have imagined. But that just made him suck harder, my left boob at the moment. A low moan left my mouth, I was starting to pant. His mouth on one boob, one hand on the other boob and the other hand on my waist controlling me.

              Ok, I would run in a couple of minutes, but if he had seen my boobs I wanted to see him in his underwear.
Yeah, I have the brain of a 12 year old girl.
One of my hands went to the button on his slacks, opened it, then the zipper and finally he helped me take them off. He went up to kiss my neck and I looked over his shoulder. His entire body was perfect!

              Ok, let´s go.
I was making my move to escape, but
my plans were stopped. His hand was again on the hem of my knickers, that skin was too sensitive and I kind of knew where this was going. His fingers went inside my boyshorts, touching, softly researching, he stopped my panting with his kiss. My whole body a dripping mess, sweat and other things a lady doesn’t discuss. I felt a big need, I needed something, there was too much tension focused on a small part of my body. I was going to do this, I grabbed the hem of his boxer briefs and slowly moved them down; he got rid of them. He stopped kissing me and I felt a hand leaving my body, I decided to kiss his neck meanwhile. The noise of some plastic ripping distracted me, I felt him moving between us. He was putting on a condom while his other hand was still touching me intimately.

              I was losing it when he whispered. ‘Katherine.’

              ‘Mmmm.’

              ‘I won’t do this until you understand this means you’re mine.’

              He was breathless but his words were resolute.

              ‘Mmmm.’ I was not going to lose time with this bullshit, I just hummed a little.

              ‘Say it.’

              This was uber unfair! In this moment, after all I had accepted he was about to stop me for some stupid words. I would have recited the fucking Odyssey in Greek in order to keep him moving. He stopped his fingers, making me even more anxious.
What the hell! It’s only sex talk!

              ‘Yes, I am.’

              My voice was that fake hotline voice again.

              ‘Say it.’

              ‘I am yours…’

              That was all he needed, he entered slowly, I was tight and new and he was big, too big and my head was starting to see stars. I was making the weirdest sounds. They were kind of pain sounds, but also pleasure sounds, I don’t know, but apparently they turned Dylan on. This was too much so I closed my eyes to focus on the sensations. A big thing fitted in a small place; everything was about friction and fullness. He stopped kissing me.

              ‘Open your eyes, I need to see you.’

              I opened them to meet that crazy dark blue stare. In and out, in and out, I was feeling weak, my limbs numbed, my body hot, and suddenly pressure, pressure, pressure, boom, stars…

              ‘Don’t close your eyes.’

              Three more movements and he stiffened. The next thing I knew he was screaming my name and I could feel something exploding inside me.
Wow! So this was what everyone got so excited about …

              After all this “activity” I felt terribly tired so I closed my eyes, he kissed me softly and turned us once again. I was sleeping on his chest, his arm was over me. Blue Eyes kissed my head and I fell asleep.

              I felt sore. My whole body ached and I had pain in places I didn’t even know existed. I opened my eyes and all the memories came back.
What the fuck did I do!?
I looked around and the perfection of this room overwhelmed me. I noticed for the first time that we did it in the beautiful Plaza. The whiteness of the room made me feel guilty. He was telling the truth before; he didn’t take one night stands to his apartment.

              Michelle had spoken to me about that, the next day regret. All was fun and games until the next morning. Chelle had also talked to me about overstaying your welcome, a basic rule of the one night stands: no man wants to see you without makeup in the morning. Quietly I stood up, turned around to see that fine specimen of a man for the last time, grabbed my things from the floor and walked to the bathroom.

              I was wearing only my pearls, so I put my entire outfit on, except for the shoes; their sound would wake him up. I left the bathroom and in a desperate attempt to avoid the walk of shame look, I put on his shirt and tied it on my waist. I pulled the sleeves up and made myself believe that I was making a Carolina Herrera’s white shirt statement.

              I know how much I hate when someone takes my clothes so I wrote a quick note on a piece of paper.

             Borrowed your shirt, sending it back after dry cleaning.

              I left, this was a perfect night, but I knew it was a one time thing.

             
Chapter 14

              I got home, took the longest shower ever and got ready for work. It was a busy day at the agency, we were all reunited in the conference room discussing the final things for the campaign. Worst day to be tired and sore. I didn’t know if I did it on purpose, but I left my phone in my office, maybe avoiding the temptation to beg him for another night. When I arrived at the meeting everyone was there.

              ‘Oh, Katie are you ok? You look awful!’ Jenny and her whining voice were unbearable at that early hour.

              I hate this bitch!

              ‘I am perfect, just tired, Wednesday is the worst day to skip sleeping.’

              She dared to roll her eyes to me. ‘Partying? What kind of lame guy took you out on a Wednesday?’

              ‘I know, right? That Berkeley jerk chose the worst day for his charity gala!’

              Zipped, she didn’t open her mouth again and sweet Mrs. Cherry laughed with me. When lunch time came, Mrs. Cherry brought in our food orders, but I was in too much pain to eat. I know, I was shocked too.

              ‘Mrs. Cherry, would you mind finding me an Advil?’

              ‘Are you feeling right honey?’ She put her hand over my shoulder.

              ‘Yes, just tired and sore.’

              ‘Too much dancing?’ The smile on her face let me know she was happy that I had some social life beyond the walls of that office.

              ‘Yeah…that…’

              The day went on, until 7 pm, when I grabbed my things and decided to leave for the day. I checked my phone and there they were, 32 missed calls and 1 annoyed text.

             WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?

Oh fuck off Berkeley!
I would call him in two days, following Michelle’s 2 day gap rule. I was walking outside when I noticed Big Guy at the reception desk talking to our receptionist.

              ‘Good night Ms. Bianchi.’

              I didn’t know what was he doing there, but I was not stopping, just kept walking and talking. ‘Joe, what are you doing here?’

              He was fast so he even opened the entrance door for me. ‘Mr. Berkeley told me that starting today I am at your service ma’am.’

              That made me stop. ‘Sorry, Joe I am not following. I am going to call him, ok?’

              ‘He’s wrapping up a meeting, he asked me to take you to his apartment for dinner.’

              Ok, this was not what I had thought about a one night stand and I was definitely not doing a follow up; but I really wanted to see him and I also wanted an explanation for Joe’s presence. I nodded and we walked to the SUV. I was nervous; silly, girly, teenage crush, nervous. Would he look at me differently? Would he treat me differently? Would he try to do it again? This “I just slept with you” thing was killing me. We arrived and Joe told me to enter unannounced. As soon as I entered the room I could see Blue Eyes standing in front of a floor to ceiling window, talking to someone. I noticed it was Trent, this couldn’t be good. The tip tap of my heels caught their attention.

              ‘There you are doll.’

              He offered me his hand, pulled me in an embrace and gave me one of those “too long” cheek kisses.

              ‘You can leave, Wood.’

              The man didn’t even look in my direction. He didn’t say goodbye and I knew what had happened so I yanked out of Berkeley’s embrace.

              ‘What’s this about Berkeley?’

              His face was completely different, he was pissed; I want to kill you kind of pissed.

              ‘Where the fuck did you go this morning?!’ Shouting, clenching his jaw, piercing me with his eyes, I got the clue that maybe I did something wrong.

              ‘Home?’

              ‘Why didn’t you even have the courtesy to wake me up?’

              ‘I had to get to my job early, you were sleeping. No big deal, jerk, stop shouting at me. What did you want?’ Now I was shouting, he was testing my patience.

              ‘What I wanted was to wake up with the woman I slept with!’

              He was bitching because I left, Michelle would be surprised. ‘Oh God, is that what all this is about? It’s not a big deal Berkeley. Yeah, we slept together, no, you don’t have to be a bitch about it.’

              ‘Katherine, what exactly do you think that happened yesterday?’

              Oh no, I’d worked too hard the whole day to avoid even the thoughts of last night and now this jackass wants me to repeat the details, kinky bastard.

              ‘A one night stand?’ My voice small and girly, just as it is when I want something or I want to get out of trouble.

              ‘No frickin’ way!’

              This madness was way out of proportion. ‘What?! Instead of asking me, tell me, it seems you have your mind made up about it!’

              ‘Katherine, last night was…’
Fuck, he’s backing off in my face!
‘The best fucking night ever and now you are dismissing it. I am not letting you do it! It changes things, it changes us, you fucking slept with me! Did you forget what you told me?’

              Oh here we go!

              I was not going to make a big deal of it. ‘We barely talked if I can recall and it was just sex talk Dylan. Are you going to force me to back that stupid panting?’

              ‘I am fucking going to make you live by it Katherine!’

              He looked terribly menacing in his black suit, white shirt, black tie outfit. I had no idea what he was trying to tell me, but he was hot as hell, so I was going to play it cool.

              ‘I am not dismissing it, Dylan, I enjoyed it, a lot, but it doesn’t change us and it is definitely not becoming a daily thing. ‘

              ‘So how have you envisioned this thing will be?’ I could see the anger on his face.

              ‘Friends that sometimes sleep together?’ I was keeping the nice girl strategy.

              ‘I don’t want to be your friend, I have Spencer and Matt, they are my friends, my only friends. I have seen you naked and I have touched you naked, there’s no way in hell I can be your friend. So no, Katherine, we.are.not.friends!’

              Fuck the nice act. ‘So, bastard? I am good enough for your bed but not for a friendship.’

              ‘You are perfect for my bed.’ I stared at him with I-want-to-kill-you-eyes, I was getting tired of this game and being humiliated just because I had had sex with him. He calmed down and talked to me in a lower voice, a first since I’d arrived. ‘We are going to take things slowly, I’ve told you I don’t date, but we had been having fun before and I can’t wait to fuck you again, so we’ll try that ok?’

              Mmmm no, not ok.

              There was no way I would accept that. ‘We are going to keep things as they were before last night, if what happened last night happens again, fine, but let’s make something clear now. You are not entitled to me, you don’t own me, you can’t have me whenever you want.’

              ‘Fuck, Katherine! You can’t even say it; we fucked, we did, your sore body should confirm this to you. So you are not avoiding the facts. And just for the record I am entitled to whatever I want.’

              ‘Oh yeah right asshole, and what about me? What do I get from this?’

              He smiled, I had misstepped here, he knew he got me. ‘Me, entirely, whenever you want, whenever you need.’

              ‘Not sharing.’
Why on earth would you say that!?

              ‘Oh, so you want me for yourself Bianchi, that’s selfish, but ok. I’ll give you that since I would kill anyone who comes around you.’

              Yeah right, I get as much attention as a white crayon!

              We were making a deal here, so I negotiated. ‘And no Joe babysitting me.’

              ‘No.’ The smile was off of his face.

              ‘What?’

              ‘That’s off limits. You have to choose your battles, doll, I am not giving up on your security.’

              ‘Why?! Why are you so concerned about my security, Dylan?’

              I was really frustrated, nothing was working out and in fact I didn’t know why I was fighting; after this I was not seeing him ever again! That was the only reason I had accepted discussing this bullshit, to stare at him longer before I would leave him forever.