Cautious (6 page)

"Tell me about it," Amanda said with genuine interest.

Misty studied her sister for a moment. Amanda had opened up last night about her problems with Scott and her affair. It was only fair that Misty divulge some truth, in the spirit of sisterly bonding. She sighed, went back to the table, and sat. "In the beginning Richard was great. In my eyes he could do no wrong. The sex was incredible, but when I started working at the school things changed. He became jealous and possessive and controlling. I mean, really controlling. Every day when I came home he'd accuse me of cheating on him."

"What? Are you serious?"

"Yeah." She nodded. "Each time I'd prove him wrong, but it didn't seem to help. Then he started drinking and staying out late. When he would come home he'd pick a fight with me and call me all sorts of names."

"Did he ever hit you, Misty?"

The concern in Amanda's voice was touching and a little weird considering she'd never seemed to care about Misty in the past. Misty shook her head. "No. He never hit me, but we'd always end up in bed and he got rough a few times." She laughed sardonically. "That's one thing that never changed. We were always good in bed."

"Is that why you left? Because of the drinking and the fighting?"

"That was part of it. Another part was that I found out he'd been having an affair with his assistant and his accountant. When I confronted him about it he laughed and told me those were just the beginning, that there were more I didn't know of. It was almost like he was bragging about it."

"How many more were there?"

Misty shrugged. "I don't know and I don't care. One was too many. It was only after I learned about the affairs that our sex life ceased to exist. I should've left then, but I didn't. I stuck around for almost a year hoping we could work things out. God, I was so stupid."

Amanda reached across the table and put her hand over Misty's in a comforting manner. "There is nothing stupid about wanting to make your marriage work."

Misty smiled weakly as tears slipped from the corners of her eyes. "I did everything I could to please him, to make him fall in love with me again. I gave up my job. I stopped going out with my friends. I became the perfect, happy little housewife he'd always wanted. None of it was good enough. He continued to drink and have his affairs while I was at home, alone and miserable." She wiped her tears and sniffled. "I tried to leave twice and both times he refused to let me, telling me I was his that I belonged to him, and then he threatened me with violence. I knew he'd never actually hurt me, but his threats scared me nonetheless."

"Oh my gosh, Misty, I had no idea he did that to you."

"Third time was the charm. I finally managed to leave him. He was furious, especially when he was served with divorce papers at work." Misty laughed. "You see? That's why I had to leave Carnegie. I couldn't stand to be in the same town as him."

"And I gave you so much shit about it." Amanda groaned. "I'm so sorry, Misty."

"Don't, Mandy. You didn't know. It's fine."

Amanda lifted her water glass in a toast and said, "Here's to new beginnings."

Misty lifted her own glass and smiled. "And new relationships."

"Speaking of…why are you so afraid to get involved with Aaron?"

"Last night when we were making love, he said, "You're mine" and it freaked me out. Richard used to say that to me and he took over my whole life. I refuse to give any man that much control over me ever again."

"Do you really think Aaron is anything like Richard?"

"I don't know. That's the problem. I don't know anything about him."

Amanda smiled. "Exactly. That's why you need to give him a chance."

"The timing is so bad. I mean, I'm trying to get my insurance to cover the cost of a new car, I'm trying to find a job, and with you here now, I don't want to leave you alone."

"Misty. I will be fine. Don't let me being here stop you from seeing Aaron. Besides, if you don't give him a chance someone else will. And do you really want to give up without even trying?"

Misty eyed her sister suspiciously. Why was Amanda pushing the issue?

"What if he really is the one?" Amanda continued. "Don't let this opportunity pass you by because of something Richard did
. That's not fair to Aaron and it's definitely not fair to you."

"Maybe you're right."

"Of course I am," Amanda said with her signature arrogant smile. "Now go call that man before he has a coronary."

Misty laughed and stood. She was getting ready to dial his number when there was a knock on the door.
Glancing at Amanda it was clear that she had no clue who was beating on their door at nine o'clock at night. Misty slowly opened the door.

"We need to talk," Aaron said in a no nonsense voice.

"Yes, we do," she agreed as her gaze roamed over his body. Damn he was so sexy!

"I'll leave you two alone," Amanda said grabbing her coat and putting it on.

"Where are you going?" Misty asked as concern for her sister's safety filled her mind.

"To the pool. I'll be back in an hour or so." Amanda patted her sister on the shoulder, nodded at Aaron and then left.

"Come on in," Misty said to Aaron, stepping aside and closing the door behind him. "Look, about not calling…"

Aaron pushed her up against the door and crushed his lips over hers, his tongue invading her mouth
with a demanding hunger that made her knees weak. She entwined her fingers into his hair and held him to her, dueling for control of the kiss that was searing her brain, and ratcheting her desire with every flick and twist of his tongue. His hands held her waist, his fingers clutching her tightly, holding her in place.

"Did you lie to me?" he demanded.

"What?"

"This morning. When you said you wanted me. Did you lie to me?"

"No," she said shaking her head. "No, of course not."

"Then why have you been avoiding me all day?"

She gazed up into his eyes. Normally a vibrant sea blue they were now dark and brooding. They were intriguing and dangerously sexy. "Can we please sit and talk?" Being pinned between his rock hard body and the uncompromising door made it impossible to think and try to carry on a conversation.

"It's a simple question, Misty. Answer it and I'll let you go."

"You scare me, Aaron."

He released his hold on her and took a few steps back, almost stumbling as if she'd slapped him. "I scare you?"

"That's not what I meant," she said reaching for him. "I mean…"
What did she mean exactly?
God she felt like a bumbling idiot.

"I saved your life, Misty. Why on earth would you be afraid of me?"

The look of confusion, desperation, and pain in his eyes tore at her heart. She was such an idiot sometimes. Taking his hand into hers, she looked him in the eyes and said, "You don't scare me. It's how I feel when I'm with you that scares me."

Aaron brought her hand to his lips and gave her knuckles a lingering kiss. "And how do you feel when you're with me?"

Misty smiled. "Out of control." She laughed. "Every time you touch me it's like I'm willing to give myself over to you in every way possible and that terrifies me."

"I would never hurt you," he said pulling her into his arms and kissing her forehead.

"I know. It's just, my last relationship, it was the same thing. I gave up everything for Richard and in the process I lost myself and I can see that happening with you."

"Look at me," Aaron said framing her face with his hands. "I will never ask you to give up anything for me, Misty. Never." He smiled and caressed her cheeks with his thumbs.  "All I want is a chance to get to know you. Please, don't push me away until you've given this a fair chance."

Misty stared into his beautiful blue eyes and she knew he was right. It wasn't fair for her to end something that had barely just begun. She could do this. She could get to know Aaron and if she felt like she was losing herself again then she'd end it. "Okay, but I need you to be patient with me. I'm still trying to find myself and now my sister is here and she's going through a really tough time and she needs me—"

Aaron's lips
were on hers, silencing her words and frying her synapses with his kiss. For the first time since she'd met him she simply enjoyed the feel of his body, the smell of his woodsy cologne, and the warmth of his breath mingling with hers. "I told you I wasn't a patient man." He sucked on her bottom lip and she groaned. "But for you I'll make an exception."

"Come on," she said taking his hand and l
eading him toward her bedroom. She'd barely shut the door before Aaron spun her around so her back was against the door and tore at her clothes--first her shirt, then her bra, and finally her jeans and panties. Within seconds she was standing stark ass naked before him, his gaze hungry. Misty reached for his shirt and fumbled with it until it was heaped on her floor. God he had a fabulous chest. She appreciatively ran her hands across his chest and down his stomach until she found his zipper. Catching her bottom lip between her teeth she undid his pants and freed his cock. She was surprised to find him fully erect already. Misty wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft and gave it a firm stroke, up then down then back up again, her palm working over the head.

He put both of his hands flat on the door above her head and looked down, watching as she stroked and rubbed his cock. Aaron sucked in
a breath. "Fuck that feels good," he said claiming her lips again. He left her mouth and kissed a path down her throat stopping only once he had one of her nipples in his mouth. Licking, kissing, sucking, and biting she was awash in sensations.

She arched her back, thrusting her tit deeper into his mouth. "Yes, god, yes, Aaron, more. Please. More."

Aaron continued down her body, landing on his knees in front of her, his kisses so hot they burned her flesh. He looked up at her through lick lashes with a sexy half smile on his face as he lifted her left leg and draped it over his shoulder. Misty sucked in a breath and held it as Aaron lowered his head and licked over her clit. His lips puckered around her swollen nub and he suckled it while working two fingers into her wet folds. Her mind exploded and a tidal wave of divine pleasure washed over her. Bright flashes of white light blinded her as her hands and nails fought to grasp the door for support.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god!" she
chanted. She loved to have her pussy licked. It was something Richard rarely did and it was something she hadn't had done to her in over five years. And now that Aaron's face was buried between her thighs, his fingers buried in her core, his tongue undulating on her clit, she remembered exactly why she liked it so much. Her hips lurched forward in a steady rhythm, dying with the need for him to finger her and lick her harder, faster, deeper. She couldn't get enough.

"You taste so good," he said, his words vibrating against her folds. That's when she lost it. As much as she wanted to hold out, to suspend the pleasure, she just couldn't. Her orgasm came hard and fast. It was fierce and she worried that her legs would give out. "Yeah, that's it, baby. Come for me, Misty. Let me taste all of you." Moments later she was grabbing handfuls of his hair and screaming his name as she showered his mouth with her release.

He gently put her foot back on the floor. Her knees shook and she fought to catch her breath. Aaron fumbled in his jeans until he produced a condom, wasting no time slipping it over his cock, which glistened with a bead of pre-cum. He stood, pulled her leg to his thigh, and thrust his cock into her with one push. Misty grabbed at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin and she cried out in ecstasy.

"Shit," he grunted thrusting in and out of her with so much force the door shook against her back.
"God you're so tight."

"Kiss me," she demanded pulling his face until his tongue was in her mouth.
The taste of her pussy lingered in his mouth and she kissed him deeper, devouring him, savoring how she tasted on him. It was so damn erotic.

"
You like how you taste don't ya?"

"Yes!" Misty traced his lips with her tongue.

"I need more," Aaron growled, lifting her other leg to his thigh, and gabbing her ass. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her to the bed, laying her on her back. He put her ankles on his shoulders, put his hands on the mattress on either side of her head, and fucked her with jackhammer quick thrusts making her scream. "This is so much better."

The penetration was deep, bordering on painful, but the thrill of his cockhead hitting her G-spot was fantastically glorious.
"Yes! Aaron!" Her screams and moans reverberated off the walls. "I'm gonna come!"

"Fuck, yeah, god I love feeling you tighten around my cock," he said being unrelentless in his movements.

Once again her mind exploded at the exact moment her body convulsed in orgasmic bliss. Aaron slowed his thrusts, stilling completely as she slowly came down from her peak. She let her ankles fall from his shoulders and he starting moving again. This time he was slow and steady. His mouth went back and forth between her nipples and her lips. He began to swell inside of her and she couldn't believe it when she felt her body responding in kind. A third orgasm? There was no way she could survive it. "Aaron," she whimpered. "Not again, I can't."