Room to Breathe (9 page)

“Good, because I really like touching you,” I say with a coy grin as I slide my body out of his grasp. I pull myself up until I am kneeling next to him. He opens his eyes to look up at me.

“Come here,” he requests. I lean down as he pulls my mouth to his. I kiss him briefly before sitting back up. I place one leg over him so that I am straddling his hips. I lean forward to kiss his lips and feel him twitch against me.

“I swear I could kiss you all day,” I say smiling against his mouth.

“I can think of other things to do all day,” Eric smirks back as he grasps my hips with both hands. He lifts me and slides easily into my very ready pussy. “You are so impossibly tight,” he sighs as he pushes all the way in.

He guides me up and down a few times before moving his hands to cup my breasts. I find my rhythm, riding him hard as he teases my nipples. His touch drives me to the edge fast. I want to enjoy the feeling of him inside me for a while. I ease his hands from my breasts back to my hips. He helps lift me and pumps his hips into me in time with my own. I am so overcome I have to put my hands on his chest to steady myself. His breathing is becoming more ragged and I know he is close. I lean my hip forward slightly so my clit is grinding against him. I know instantly that my own release is closer than I thought. In only a moment my inner muscles tighten around him and I am about to come undone.

“Eric, I want you come with me,” I say in a whisper that is barely audible.

“God, Cora, you are amazing,” he replies bringing his hips up to meet mine with more force. My body begins to shudder and quake harder than I knew was possible as he slams into me once more. Eric starts to shake beneath me calling out my name as I feel him empty himself into me.

I lean down and kiss him deeply and the collapse next him. I take a moment to catch my breath. I am happily drained. I roll to my side and rest my head on Eric’s chest and snuggle up against him. He gently runs his fingers through my hair again. I am so happy in this moment I could stay just like this for days. My head feels cloudy and yet quiet all at the same time. I easily slip into a peaceful sleep.

Chapter 13

I wake after what feels like twelve hours of sleep. I grab my phone and see that it was ten hours. I did have quite a workout with Eric yesterday. Speaking of my handsome lord, I roll over to find the rest of the bed is empty. There is a note and single pink rose. The note reads:

Honey, I had some errands to run. You were too peaceful to wake. Breakfast is on the table. See you soon my beautiful American girl. E xo

I look over at the little table in my room to see a silver tray with some fruit, toast, and tea. I climb out of bed. I decide to forgo my usual yoga this morning since it is more like early afternoon. Besides I don’t think it is humanly possible to feel more relaxed than I do right now. I down a piece of toast and a cup of tea while checking my email on my phone. I don’t have any interesting emails. I return the phone to the night stand and grab my iPod.

I go into the bathroom to take a much needed shower. My body is pleasantly sore from last night’s activities. I am longing for the hot water to relax my muscles. I remembered there is an iPod dock on the long counter near the vanity area. I drop my player into the dock and turn it on to a play list of my favorite songs.

The room is large and luxurious with a door leading to a good size closet. It is in soft warm tan and white. It is one of the most relaxing spaces I have ever been in. There is a large deep tub that could easily fit two people. I briefly contemplate taking a bath instead until I see the shower.
Holy goodness!
It is lined with what looks like river rocks. There isn’t a door just a slightly raised border. It has several nozzles on each end of the shower placed at different angles and one large one above. I turn on the water until it is nice and hot.

As soon as I step in I am in love. The water massages every inch of my body. I may never leave this shower. I notice there is a small shelf where my toiletries have been placed. Washing my hair feels so good I start forget where I am. I am so content, that with only being slightly aware, I start singing. I am far from the best singer in the world but I do love to sing.

As I sing the last line telling some girl where to go along with C-Lo I hear the distinct sound of clapping. I whirl around the see Eric leaning against the counter with a big smile on his face.

“Sweet Jesus! You scared the fuck out of me! What are you doing in here?”

“Well, I came to see about joining you but when I heard you singing I didn’t want to disturb you. You have a nice voice you know.”

“Um, not really. Somehow I doubt
X Factor
will be calling anytime soon.”

“Well, I don’t know about that but one judge seems like a bit of a tosser anyways. I meant it though, you sing well. Sing something else.”

“Really? I was just about to get out.” I say as I rinse the conditioner out of my hair. I may love to sing but the idea of singing in front of someone when I know they are listening makes my knees turn to jelly.

“Yes really. Here let me play a different song. I am sure you have some Katy Perry on here,” he chuckles as he starts searching through my music. “Um, what is this play list that says ‘Eric’?”

“Oh, that is nothing. I think it is probably an auto-correct mistake,” I say even though I am sure he didn’t buy it.

“Uh huh, and look there is a Katy Perry song on it,” he presses the display to start playing
Teenage Dream
. Figures he would pick this song. It always makes me think of Eric, all the songs on this playlist do. I know I am blushing bright red. Not only am I standing there naked but he is waiting for me to sing.

“Okay, fine.” I close my eyes and start to sing along. As I am saying them the lyrics seem to resonate with me more. I really would love to run away with him and never look back. It hits me then that whatever this is between him and I may not be as casual as I thought. At least on my end.

As I finish the second chorus I open my eyes to look over at Eric. He is walking to the shower. “Are you finished in there?”

“Yes, I was just enjoying the water.”

“Good. Turn the water off.” I do as he asks without question. He grabs a large soft towel off the warmer. He pulls me from the shower and wraps the towel around me. He lifts me into his arms and starts to carry me from the bathroom.

“What are you doing?”

“I am taking you to bed.”

“You can’t. My hair is still soaking wet!”

“I don’t care about your hair and don’t tell me what I can or can’t do,” he says seriously as he places me on the bed. He climbs easily on top of me and kisses my mouth. His tongue is teasing at mine and drinking me in. Eric props himself up on his elbows at either side of my head and looks down at me. “I like you just like this, your hair a mess and no make-up on. You seem vulnerable and real. You have no idea how perfect it is.”

He moves his kisses down to my jaw and then to my neck. I moan softly and loop my fingers in his dark hair. He continues to leave a trail of kisses down my body stopping between my breasts to take a moment to lick and suck at each of my nipples. I start to squirm under him.

“Your skin is so soft,” he whispers against me as he continues his path south. He kisses over my middle until he reaches the apex of thighs. He takes turns kissing the little hollow on each side where my leg meets my body. I squirm a little more with each kiss, trying to urge him closer to my center.

He looks up at me and smiles a devilish smile. I love the spark in his eyes right now. Very slowly he leans forward and touches the tip of his tongue gently on my throbbing clit. I gasp loudly as my body quivers to his light touch. Eric responds by sinking into me. His tongue laps at every inch of my sex causing my back to arch up off the bed.

He dips his tongue down and kisses my very core deeply. After a few moments he moves his attention back up to my clit and slides two of his fingers easily into me.

“Oh Eric, that feels so good,” I say in more of a moan than anything.

“You feel so good to me too,” he says before continuing his affections. He works his fingers in and out of me in time with his mouth until I find complete and total release. Every fiber of my skin feels like electricity is pulsing through it. I am just a ball of pure pleasure and energy. Once my shuddering stops, he moves up my body and kisses me sweetly on my forehead before lying next to me.

Eric rolls on to his side and pulls me to him. I love breathing him in. There is something about the way he smells that makes me giddy. He rests his chin on top of my head and wraps his arms around me. I am happy and content to just lay here for days with him.

“Honey, is that your mobile?” Eric asks. I had been so caught up in him that I didn’t register the noise of my text alert.

“Yep, it is,” I say as I roll over and grab it off the night table. I surprised to see it is from Maggie. Maybe she has given it some thought and changed her mind.

Tell your pimp to leave me alone and stay the fuck out of my pub!

Then again, maybe not. I have no idea what she is talking about but I can feel the heat rising in my face. If he went into that pub without telling me I am going to lose it.

“Eric,” I start trying to keep my voice calm, “why did Maggie just send me a message asking me to tell you to leave her and the pub alone?”

“Probably because I went there while you were sleeping to talk to her,” He answers in a casual tone.

“Why would you do that? And why didn’t you tell me?” I can hear my voice already starting to shake.

“I was trying to help. I thought that if I talked to her that maybe she would understand.”

“Oh, really and how did that work out for you? Maggie is as stubborn as the day is long and she hates you. What on earth made you think she would listen to you?”

“Well, honestly most people do. I very rarely have people argue with me. I figured she just needed to hear things from me.” He says very calmly.

“What did she say?” I want to call him out on his arrogance but the truth is he is probably right. He is very handsome, rich, and incredibly charming. I don’t doubt that people rarely argue with him.

“She wouldn’t even let me talk. I tried to reason with her. I told her she just needed to stop being emotional about it and look at from a logical point of view,” he says as he runs his hand through his hair.

“I am sure that went over well.” I can just imagine what Maggie had to say to that.

“Yes, well it was fairly bad. She started yelling things at me that I wouldn’t repeat in front of a lady. She demanded that I leave and never come back. I didn’t think there was anything that I could say at that point so I left. I just thought she is your family and your friend. If there was something I could say to make it right then I should at least try. I didn’t tell you about it because I didn’t want to upset you. If you have changed your mind about everything I understand. I could never ask you to give up any part of your family.”

He looks down at the space on the bed between us. Looking at him I can see that I have changed my mind about him and this whole arrangement. The past two days have completely altered the way I feel.

I don’t want to just have fun with him and don’t want to be part of an arrangement with anyone else. The truth is the only thing keeping me from walking out the door right now is the thought of not seeing him every day breaks my heart. It has been such a short amount of time that we have spent together but it has been some of the best times I have had in years.

I want him. I want to be his and him to be mine. I know I can’t tell him exactly how I feel without him freaking out and throwing me out. I reach across the void between us and take his hand in mine. I quickly think of a way to express how I feel without really telling him.

“She isn’t really my family or a friend. Family sticks together no matter what and she has disowned me at the first disagreement. Friends support each other even when they disagree because they want each other to be happy and she can’t see how happy I am. So, if she won’t accept me or my choices then she can kiss my arse,” I say the last part with my weak attempt at an English accent that makes him smile at me. His smile is so warm and kind in an instant I know the awful truth. I have fallen in love with him. Completely and totally in love with him. “So tell me what did she yell that was so bad?”

“No, I refuse to talk that way to you. It was really pretty vulgar,” he responds running his hand through my hair. He seems to do that when he is nervous or stressed. It is kind of cute.

“Um, do I need to remind you what has taken place in this bed over the past two days? It wasn’t what I would call proper.”

“Well, no it wasn’t but there is a big difference there. Me telling you that I want to ‘fuck the hell out of you’ isn’t vulgar because it is just true. But if I were to say about ninety percent of the things that came out of her mouth in front of you it would just be wrong. I won’t ever speak that way to you even if it just repeating what someone else said.”

“See, this is why people don’t argue with you. You are just too damn charming.” I say as I lean in and kiss him lightly on the lips. His lips are so soft and his kiss is so sweet I just want to kiss him for a few hours. There is another beep of cell phone notification. This time it is his. He pulls away from me to check the incoming message.

“Oh, brilliant,” he says with a broad smile. “Get dressed. I have a surprise downstairs that should make up for any irritation you may still have with me.”

“Well if it is that good how can I refuse?” I respond getting out of bed.