Imperfections (41 page)

I move my hips against our hands and fingers in a slow circle to increase the sensations in me. He pulls our fingers out and slides up to my clit where he rubs me, sending sweet sensations all through my body one after another. I moan deep with every rippling sensation when he takes my breast in his other hand and covers my hard nipple with his mouth. I cry out his name, he's torturing me with his hand between my legs making me move uncontrollably, swirling and sucking hard on my nipple with his mouth locked around me. One hand holding tight to his firm hard shoulder, my fingers dig into his skin.

My other hand's in his hair pulling him closer for him to suck harder and at the same time trying to pull him away from me. From the agonizingly exquisite shock waves he's sending through my body. Rolling my nipple between his teeth he's making them sensitive with every flick of his hot wet tongue. My head's moving from side to side on the bed, I don't know if I want him to stop or keep going. The sensations he's building up in me keep coming and coming. I can't stop moving. I'm almost there.

"Nick, I'm coming." I hoarsely manage to get out with the intense throbbing between my legs. He moves his hands from between my legs and guides his dick in. I bite down on my lip at the feel of him stretching me, filling me completely, wrapping my legs tight around his waist.

"You're so tight. You feel so damn good, Cat."

His hand's on my thigh, not moving, he's so far in me it's like we're sealed together. He presses down on me crushing my breasts to his chest. My hands go around his neck, his lips crash down on mine in a deep kiss. He starts moving inside me, rocking me up on the bed, with every stroke his skin and hair rubs against my clit the friction intensifying, everything. His hands go into my hair on either side of me moaning and groaning.

"Cat."

"Yes. Yes. Nick."

I can't stop chanting these words over and over again. He keeps grinding into me, picking up speed, faster and faster and faster so deep it's like he's spearing through me. We're getting louder and louder. He's saying my name again and again.

"Cat…Cat."

We're so fucking loud I wouldn't care who was here to hear us. He was right. I couldn't stop if I wanted to. Not when it feels this incredibly good. It's like an out-of-body experience I have no control over.

"Yes...Yes." I hear myself chant.

"That's right, come for me, baby. I'm right there with you."

"Oh God… Nick! Nick! Yes! Yes!"

"Oh fuck, Cat! He lets out a long deep growl with the last stroke so hard I feel like a hammer hits me. I scream his name when I reach my climax. "Nick!"

My heart's racing. I'm sweating and he's kissing me on the side of my neck. His weight is pressing me into the mattress but I don't mind. I run my hands up and down his back both of us trying to catch our breaths. I place soft kisses on his shoulder.

"Damn, baby, that was good."

"It was." It was more than good, it was freaking amazing.

"I was a little rough toward the end, how do you feel?"

"I feel good." I kiss him on the lips to reassure him I'm fine. "I'm better than good, if I wasn't I would tell you."

"Are you sure?"

"Nick, I'm not feeling anything now but aftershocks from you and it feels good."

"I know I should pull out and take this off but it does feel good. You're not feeling any discomfort, are you?"

"No! You're making me lose my afterglow. Shut up and kiss me."

"Is that an order?" The corner of his mouth lifts up in that cute irresistible way I like.

"Yes!" He kisses me once and his phone rings.

"Every time we have sex."

I brush my lips against his and gently nip on his bottom lip with my teeth. "From now on we'll turn them off before we start."

"That's exactly what we're going to do. I should see who that was. I left the damn thing in the living room."

He kisses me again then moves down to my neck sucking on the same spot he did yesterday. I do not need him to make the hickey he gave me more pronounced than it already is.

"Nick, stop it, you're going to have me wearing turtlenecks and scarfs for a month."

"I like to mark what's mine, is that so wrong?"

"Yes. Your phone is ringing again, get out of me."

"I can't, you have me trapped between your beautiful legs."

I unlock my legs from around his waist. "Now you're free, go get it. I'll get cleaned up while you're gone."

He eases out of me and I wince a little. I try to hide it but he's not fooled. His eyebrows come together.

"I thought you were fine?"

"I'm a little sore, it's to be expected. We've been engaging in a lot of activity my body is not used to like you said, some discomfort is to be expected."

He takes a breath.

"I'll be fine. I'm not in any pain. Go check your messages, one of your clients could be in jail or something equally as awful."

"Okay." He kisses me on the forehead and walks out in all his naked glory putting a little smile on my face. Hands down he has the best ass I've ever seen, chiseled dimples and all.

I'm lying in bed under the blankets when he comes back. He gets in behind me naked, pulling me close to him his hand around my waist.

"Your brother called."

I turn my head and look at him. "Chris?"

"He wanted to know if I spoke to you this weekend."

"That's the only reason he called you, to ask about me?" He called once yesterday and today. I didn't tell Nick.

"No, he wanted to talk to me about some other things too. He said he hasn't heard from you since you sent him that text on Friday. He said he called you and it went to voice mail, it's not like you to send a text like that and not call anyone for days."

I turn back around and sigh.

"Why didn't you talk to him?"

"I didn't want to lie to him. Sending him a text saying I'm spending the weekend with a friend is one thing. Tomorrow is soon enough to deal with my family. What did you tell him?"

"I told him the truth."

I swing my head around staring at him in disbelief. "What?" I hope he didn't do that.

"I told him I talked to you and you sounded fine to me, you told me you'd be back home tomorrow, you were visiting a friend for the weekend."

"Oh." I turn back around relieved. "Do you think he knows?"

"Would it be so bad if he did?"

"Yes."

"He might suspect things have changed. I don't know if he knows."

I sigh and snuggle back closer to Nick, warm and safe. "I don't want to think about it tonight. I want to spend my last hours with you worry free." He kisses the back of my head holding me tighter.

I've been trying to get to sleep since Nick told me my brother called. I think I got about fifteen minutes before I woke back up. Now I'm lying on my stomach watching him sleep. I've never seen him sleep in all the years I've known him. He is totally adorable. I know that's not a word you associate with a man but it is when I'm watching him sleep. When he's awake he's controlled, he shows you only what he wants you to see. His eyes however, show me so much. If he's angry, it's almost like you can see storm clouds rolling in his eyes. It makes me feel like I should watch out for thunder and lightning coming to strike me down.

That's all over, completely shattered when he looks at me with laughter and lust in his eyes. His eyes draw me in every time and make me believe anything he says to me. Like they're weaving a spell over me, a spell I can't break free from. No other way to explain it. Why else would I spend the weekend with him, leave my house without telling anyone where I was with only a vague text message saying I'm staying at a friend's house. I don't do things like that… not when I was a teenager, and not when I was in college and free to do so. I did for him.

I brush a piece of his hair off his forehead. Watching his eyes slowly open I smile. I could look into these eyes for the rest of my life. It will always be like the first time, they take my breath away. His eyes will always be my undoing.

"I was watching you sleep."

He looks at me with sleep in his eyes. His voice is low and gravelly. Very sexy.

"I see."

"I thought I would return the favor since you're always watching me sleep. I don't know if I'm as cute as you say but I can tell you, you look sexy as hell and downright adorable at the same time."

"Adorable?"

"Don't forget sexy."

He gives me a sleepy crooked grin.

"I'll take it since you threw sexy in too. Why are you not sleeping? You have to get up in a few hours."

"I just couldn't sleep."

"Does this have anything to do with the call from Chris?"

"A little."

"Don't worry about it."

Easy for him to say. I roll on my back and look up at the ceiling.

"If Chris knows about us, he will come to you. He won't say anything to anyone before he talks to you and me."

I hope so. I hope he doesn't know.

"Go to sleep." He pulls me close, half covering my body with his. I turn and he kisses me. If only I could stay here forever in his arms. I do not want to go home in the morning. I stay awake for a while thinking about nothing and everything until I fall asleep.

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

Nick looks up from the kitchen table where he's looking at some papers and holding his phone in one hand.

"You needed the rest."

I walk over and sit next to him at the table. "What are you trying to say? I look haggard and tired?"

"Those words would never come out of my mouth."

"That's good, you were starting to sound like my mother."

"She's a liar, you've never looked haggard or tired a day in your life."

I kiss him on the cheek for being sweet, I know there are days I look tore down and broke down.

"What kind of a kiss is that? This is the last morning I'm going to wake up with you here, I need a real kiss."

I grab him by the tie and plant a big kiss on his lips ending it with a smacking sound. "How about that?" My lips are still, almost touching his.

"You can do better than that, here let me show you." He opens his mouth and kisses me, his tongue rolling around my mouth. I roll my tongue over his, he moans his approval and I moan my approval back immediately.

"Mmm, that's a kiss."

"Yes, it is, Mr. Alexander." I put my finger to his lips when he tries to kiss me again.  "Let's not get carried away, we have to leave soon."

He gives me a mock-wounded look. Like a little boy whose candy was snatched away from him. I give him a stern look and use my teacher voice.

"That look won't help you. We don't have time for that."

"What do we have time for? I have to be in court all day and all I'm going to do is think about you. If I don't have something, some poor guy might go to jail."

"Really?" I question doubtfully.

"Really! Do you want that on your conscience?"

"Well, I wouldn't want that. One more kiss and that's it."

"I think that would be the right thing to do. We can't have people going to jail because I was denied the pleasure of a kiss from your luscious lips."

"No, we can't let that happen."

This time the kiss lasts longer than I intended. We get so caught up in the kiss when his phone beeps, he doesn't even stop to look at it. His hands start moving up my rib cage, his phone beeps again and I quickly pull away before we end up having sex on the table. I suddenly remember what Ava said about buying tickets to see us and smile.

Our foreheads are pressed together when I open my eyes, a little horny and out of breath.

"What are you smiling about?"

"Something that Ava said about us not being able to control ourselves around each other."

"She's right; when I'm around you I can't stop myself from touching some part of you."

"Do you think she's like my personal relationship guru?"

"God help us! I hope not, she can't solve her own man issues."

I shake my head and roll my eyes at him. If he only knew she's one of the reasons I'm here now. "Anyway, what are you doing tonight after work? Do you have a hot date?" I ask him my eyebrows wiggling.

"The only hot date I would have is with you. Is there any way I can make that happen?"

"No."

"Then I guess I'll be home alone working."

"Good." At least I won't have to worry about him sleeping around with some dirty girl.  Hopefully. His phone beeps again. He picks it up with a smile and looks at the screen. I stop talking when I see the look on his face change. Whatever the message is it's not good. It's the same look I saw on Friday when he was barking at Karen. "Bad news?"

His eyes look up at me. I see the muscle working in his jaw. I know it's not good. He hands me his phone. I don't know if I should look at it.

I read what's on the screen. I can't believe what I'm reading. Monday morning, it was all waiting to catch up with me, today. To snatch me back to reality. I give him back his phone.

'Congratulations on your engagement. I hear the pitter patter of little feet may not be far behind.' That was the text message sent to him.

"I'm going to find out how this got out."