Love Reflection (Entwined Hearts #1) (26 page)

He puts a knee on the bed and arches his body over me with one hand above my head, then his other knee hits the bed and I’m under him and surrounded by him. He sits back on his haunches and stares at my body.

“Let me see what’s for dessert… under the wrapper.” He grins like the cat that got the cream and brings both his hands to my thighs, slipping them underneath my dress while hooking his thumbs on the edge shimmying both sides up. I feel the cool air hit my sex as the bottom of my dress passes it. He pauses and looks down. “Mmm,” he says and licks his lips. I feel myself spasm and my stomach twirl. He starts moving my dress up again and I lift my bum slightly so it can continue. When he gets to my breasts he moves his hands away from the edge of the dress, and pushes them up across my stomach until he has one hand under each breast then he stops and looks down at me again. His eyes roaming my face, he licks his lips and slips his hands over my breasts. I drag in a ragged breath and my eyes flutter closed.

“Open,” he demands and my eyes pop open to see him staring at me. “Lift your head and keep your arms by your side,” he orders. I do as I’m told. He brings my dress over my head and down my back slightly, but just when I think he’s going to slip it off my arms he stops just above my elbow.

I draw in my eyebrows and murmur, “Urm.”

Which is enough for him to say, “You won’t need your arms, not for what I have in mind,” and just the way he says it, all controlling and sexy, makes me wetter than I already am.

He prowls over me again and leans down to my ear, he whispers, “Keep your eyes on me.” Then he softly bites my earlobe and then kisses under my ear and down my neck. I keep my eyes open, although it’s hard. He knows I love my neck being kissed. He moves down to my throat and nibbles his path to my breast. Licking around my breast nearly sends me into overdrive and I have to stop myself from physically trying to force his mouth onto my nipple, not that I could because my arms are pinned, which is a turn on in itself.

Finally, his mouth moves over my nipple. His tongue circling a few times before he takes it into his mouth and sucks. He keeps it in his mouth sucking while running his tongue over the peak. I try not to squirm too much, but I’m also trying to follow his orders of watching him and it’s as hot as fuck!

He moves away from my nipple slightly releasing it from his mouth and blows gently making it pebble, he then moves over to the other one and starts sucking on that while tweaking my now wet and pebbled nipple with his fingers.

I don’t know what to watch, I feel like I’m having a sensory overload. He moves away from me down the bed, trailing his lips and tongue down my stomach, over my hips then to my inner thighs. He runs his palm down my sex and then brings two fingers back up to spread my folds apart.

“So pretty,” he murmurs, “and so wet,” he adds looking back up at my eyes. He leans down and nuzzles his face in between my folds and sucks at my centre. I catch my breath and close my eyes and I feel him move away from me, I open my eyes and look down at him staring at me. “Eyes open,” he repeats and I nod and watch him return to my centre. He licks and sucks and eats me, moving his hands under my bum cheeks and massaging them at the same time. He groans as his eyes come up and stare at mine liking that I’m still watching.

I desperately want to close my eyes and it’s going against all my natural instincts to observe him, but it’s making me so hot watching him enjoy me. Suddenly he stops and I want to moan, but my body is still overloaded with feelings, too many to make sense of anything. He stands up and pushes his jeans down and I realise that I wasn’t the only one going commando tonight as his thick cock springs to attention. He moves on the bed straddling me until he’s at my shoulders. Then he takes himself in hand and slowly rubs back and forth.

I lick my lips and watch the movements, bringing his cock head to my mouth he growls, “Open.” And I do. He moves the head across my lips and I hum with excitement which makes his hooded eyes flare and he says, “Wider.” So I open my mouth ready for him and he slides into me, I immediately suction my lips around him and swirl my tongue over his tip. His head falls backward with a groan and I stop what I’m doing.

He looks back down at me and I say, “Eyes,” around his cock, which sounds more like, “Esss.” He smirks and watches me as I once again suction him and start licking. I can’t move my body to get a hold of him properly, but he understands this because the next moment he’s fucking my face. Moving his cock in and out of my mouth at a slow pace, letting me enjoy him, and giving me as much freedom to do what I want with what I can have considering my body is half pinned down. After a few minutes, I can see his muscles start tensing and he gently eases out of me. Even though I try to keep a hold of him, he moves back while leaning over and kissing me. He slips his tongue in and I can taste myself on him. He holds my face and kisses me with a passion that’s all him.

He moves back and takes his cock once again and rubs it through my folds as I mewl with hunger for him. He pushes into me, just a bit at first and then back out and I jerk trying to get him back where he belongs. He looks down at me and smiles. He lines himself back up with my sex again and this time pushes in all the way, slowly. I convulse around him and he lets out a rumble of pleasure. He rocks back and then circles his hips and I feel myself starting to ignite. He does it again and watches my breasts bounce up and down before his eyes move back to meet mine.

“Enjoying the view?” I ask teasingly.

“Fuck yeah,” he replies and it just makes me even wetter. I can hear him slapping against me now as he moves faster and I feel the tingles rise and start spreading. Suddenly they reach my core and I cry out in ecstasy, “Conner!” While my body thrashes about knowing I have no control and he can drag this out as long as he wants. I finally close my eyes and enjoy the throbbing between my legs then I feel him shudder within me and he collapses, his top half next to me while his legs are across mine and he’s still
in
me. I smile and close my eyes. I feel him tugging my dress off my arms and removing the boots, which I still have on, but I’m too spent to even open my eyes.

I can feel myself drifting and I hear Con whisper, “I love you,” before I fall to sleep.

I’m running towards the car, no matter how hard my legs pump or how loud I scream nobody can hear me.

“Con!” I shout, but he just looks at me blankly with a coldness in his eyes that I’ve never seen from him. I look around at all the people and scream. “Someone help him!” But they just carry on about their business not taking any notice, chatting to each other about menial things.

“Someone help him… please,” my voice breaks into a sob on the last word and I close my eyes, screwing them tightly shut, trying to work out what to do. Suddenly someone is shining a torch in my face but I can’t open my eyes, I try to put my hands in front of me to bat the light away, but I can’t get it out of my eyes.

I jerk and prise my eyes open and see the moon. It’s full and low in the sky. It feels like it’s shining all of its light on me, through the darkened window. I realise quite quickly that I’m still in Con’s bed and the tear tracks, sweat and rapid heartbeat confirm that I was having another nightmare. Yesterday filters through my head, there’s a lot to process. I shiver.

I look over at Con. He’s lying on his front, his head facing toward me. His arms are flat and up under his head. His eagle tattoo snakes up his back and disappears over his shoulder and I know it almost reaches his Forever Love script over his heart. He had that tattoo inked when we split up, apparently he wanted something to show that sometimes you can love someone forever, even when you’re apart. I sigh, he’s just so breathtakingly sexy. His hair is slightly ruffled and he has a five o’clock shadow across his jaw. I have no idea how I had the willpower to push him away for all these years, let alone how I watched him with all those other women.

I look out the window again and try to close my eyes. Con has no curtains or blinds up at his window which is why I can’t block the light out. I have no idea how he sleeps through it. Glancing at the clock on his nightstand, I see it’s just after five a.m. so I slowly edge out of his bed. I know he needs his sleep because he will be fighting jetlag. He probably needed to rest yesterday during the day, which knowing Con, means he pushed himself to stay up so he could sleep at the correct time and rid himself of the jetlag as soon as humanly possible.

Once I’m up, I grab his Henley from last night and pull it over my head. I stop and take another look at him. Now I’ve moved, I can see him from the other side, and it does nothing to take away from his hotness. I shake my head and sigh looking at him. It doesn’t matter what happens now I’m invested in him and if he doesn’t want me anymore… I’m fucked.

I tiptoe down the stairs as quietly as possible and move to the kitchen, deciding tea is in order. Quickly, I realise this was a bad idea with bare feet and no heating on in November. My feet are freezing. I move into the lounge room and look around for a pair of slippers, hell at this point I would put on his trainers even knowing his feet are twice as big as mine. I don’t see any footwear, but my eye catches his suitcase. I know it’s probably not ethical to rummage around in his belongings, although I always used to do things like that without worrying, but now our relationship has taken another turn I guess the boundaries need to be set again. On the other hand, there’s no way I’m walking into that kitchen with its cold granite tiled floor barefoot again. But I need a cuppa and I don’t want to wake Con.

Buggar it! I decide to do it and tell him retrospectively. Forgiveness is something I’ll be needing a lot of from him. I don’t think another notch will make a big difference in the grand scheme of things. I unzip his suitcase and immediately see lots of clothes. I hold the case open and am about to shut it realising there’s no footwear when clean socks catch my eye. I know how Con packs and I, therefore, know this is his clean clothes case and he will have a holdall somewhere which will contain all his dirty clothes. He’s probably dumped it in the utility room ready to go in the washing machine – so organised. I smile and fling the top open so I can grab a pair of socks. The force of me throwing open the case means that paperwork falls out of the inside pocket. I roll my eyes thinking back on the countless times I’ve said to Con that he shouldn’t store any paperwork there because it’s not secure. When I grab the documents ready to put back, I see the corner of a photograph and it catches my eye. I recognise it. I pull it out of the pile and the other papers float to the floor, but I can’t pull my eyes from this photograph.

It’s a large photo which has two separate images portraying the same shot twice, about ten years apart. I remember when Con had it made.

“Come on precious, it will be great,” Con said tugging my arm. I sighed and nodded. He knew I didn’t want to do it as much as I knew it was important to him. The only difference being that I was just being stubborn because I hated having my photo taken. That’s why nearly every photo of me is a caught as an off-guard image. One where I’m usually doing something, or about to do something, and a lot of them turn out blurry. Con, even knowing my feelings wouldn’t let this go. It was something he had seen on television. Having a similar photograph taken years after the first. He wanted to do this to commemorate our first two months together.

He’d pulled out a photograph his mum had of us when we were six. He had his arm around me and was looking down at me - although he was only a couple of inches taller -while I looked up at him. We smiled at each other like the world was our oyster and nothing was going to stop us.

“You know this will be great to show our kids one day,” he winked. That was the final piece for me, I crumbled under his gaze.

“Oh, come on then,” I huffed, but he knew I wasn’t really annoyed.

We walked to his mum’s house and set up her camera which luckily had an auto-timer. After trial and error, we managed to work out a spot where we could have the picture taken properly. The camera was balancing on top of his broken garden table, three books and a pile of coasters, but we got it there, set the timer and got into position.

I stood with him, his arm draped over my shoulders. Although this time, he was at least a foot taller than me and I stared up at him. My eyes moved over his face, burning every image I could take of him into my brain as quickly as I could. He was beautiful and he was mine.

He stood gazing down at me as I looked up into his eyes. “Pea, there was another reason I did this.”

I frowned slightly not sure what was coming and he glanced over at the camera.

“Twenty seconds,” he said, my frown grew.

“What…what are you talking about, Con?” I questioned.

“Precious, I wanted to catch a specific moment in time. I wanted it to be immortalised so I would be able to look at it whenever I please.”

I shook my head slightly. “What?”

“I love you, Pea.” I gazed up at him with wonder while he smiled down at me like I was his reason for breathing, and I heard the ‘click’ of the camera. My breath whooshed out of me in a rush and I was still staring up at him.

“You know I love you too, right?” I said and he nodded. “Yeah precious, I do. Now I’ll have that forever.”

I look at the photo in front of me split in two. One side holds two young children and the promise of something. The other side holds two young adults embarking on that promise. I feel the tears pool in my eyes. Happy tears. Happy that he still has this photo that I thought was lost, and warmth flows through me as I realise he took it with him.