CHAPTER Nine
“Hello,” I say when the redhead answers the door.
“Right, the husband,” she smirks. “Hello, come on in.” With that, she walks away, leaving the door wide open. I step into their apartment and close it behind me. Walking into their kitchen, I find Isis now sitting on the countertop, eating cereal.
“She’s in her room. First door on the right,” she says just before she lifts the bowl to her mouth to drink the remaining milk.
I flash her a smile and then turn in the direction she pointed, stopping in front of the first door. I knock, entering when I hear her yell, “Come in!”
“Oh, my God!” she shrieks as I walk in on her standing at the end of her bed in nothing but a towel. My eyes devour the smooth bronzed skin on her bare shoulders. “What are you doing?” she asks, hiking the towel up. It gives me a glimpse of her toned thigh. I try to discreetly adjust my now hard cock, but she notices the movement immediately, and her eyes narrow.
“You told me to come in,” is all I can manage to say.
“I said I’m coming, not come in,” she growls. Droplets of water run down her arms, and I find myself suddenly feeling extremely thirsty. What wouldn’t I give to lick those off her. I notice her eyes widen, as if she suddenly remembered something, and then she slowly steps closer to the bed.
“Okay, you need to leave. Wait in the living room, please,” she begs. It’s her use of the word ‘please’ that has me instantly suspicious. My eyes give her a once over before moving to the bed. It’s then that I see what she didn’t want me to. I glance over at her, amused, chuckling when she turns red.
“I could take care of that for you, you know,” I tell her, gesturing towards the hot pink vibrator.
“Someone kill me,” I hear her mutter under her breath.
“Well, you know, an orgasm is known as the little death, so…” I trail off, letting my remark hang in the air.
“Ryan.”
“Yes,” I say, unable to rein in the huskiness of my voice. She is so f*cking beautiful. Even more so than I remember, if that’s even possible. How is that possible? My tongue peeks out over my bottom lip, and her eyes are glued to my mouth. I know she wants me, that has never been an issue, but I want her head and heart in the right place. I don’t want her to regret anything we ever do together.
“Ryan,” she repeats, swallowing hard. I walk over to her, closing the space between us in a few steps.
“Your hair is dripping,” I say softly, grabbing the slightly damp towel off the bed and using it to dry her hair a little more. “You’ll get sick.” As gently as I can, I rub the towel over her hair, concentrating on the dripping ends. She waits quietly, but I don’t miss the stiffness of her posture.
“Can we talk?” I ask her, removing the towel and placing it back on the bed.
“What about?” she says, tilting her head back to look at me. Her wide green eyes peer up at me. F*ck. Those eyes. They entrance me.
“About us,” I say, my gaze not leaving hers. I need her to know I’m serious about this. About fixing us, this mess I created. I want my wife back. Suddenly, she spins around and takes a single step closer. She smells fresh, like soap and strawberries, and her hair is already starting to spring back into curls as it dries.
“Look, I don’t think…”
I reach out and frame her face with my hand, cutting off her objections. “Then don’t.” I lean forward and kiss her softly on the lips, unable to stop myself. I know I shouldn’t, but f*ck, I want her so damn much. My heart is thumping out of my chest. I’ve wanted this moment for so f*cking long; it almost hurts to finally have it. I don’t ravish her mouth like I want to. Instead, I hold myself back and kiss her gently, so scared that she will push me away. She responds timidly, opening her mouth for me so I can enter. I groan as our tongues touch, revelling in the scent of her, the taste of her. She lifts her arm up to hold onto my bicep, allowing the towel to fall onto the floor. My gaze instantly drops, and I get harder than I think I’ve ever been in my life. Reaching my hand behind, I grip her hip and pull her closer, rubbing my rough fingers over her smooth, creamy skin. A sigh escapes her mouth as I trail kisses down her jawline, sucking gently on her earlobe.
“Tell me you want this,” I whisper into her ear. I told myself I wasn’t going to, but now I can’t make myself stop.
“If I do, are you going to hold it against me?” she whispers back. I lift my head up so I can look into her eyes.
“What do you mean?”
“If we do this, it doesn’t mean anything. We’re not in a relationship. We aren’t working on our marriage. We are just… it’s a one-time thing,” she manages to get out, lifting her chin up stubbornly. Her mouth is saying one thing, but her eyes another. That’s probably the only thing that’s stopping me from walking out of this room right now. She presses her breasts against me and my cock twitches.
Well, not the only thing.
I step forward, taking her with me until the back of her knees hit the bed. I lift her up by her ass, enjoying the sound of surprise that escapes her pouty lips. She grips my shoulders with her hands, holding on for dear life. I gently lay her back onto the bed, keeping my eyes locked with hers the entire time. Even guarded, her eyes are beautiful green pools I could get lost in. Great, she’s turning me into a f*cking poet. Pulling back from her body, I let myself take her in completely. Breasts that overflow my hands, a tiny waist and flared hips that are perfect to grip onto. Utter perfection. She watches me studying her, but doesn’t say anything, just allows my silent perusal. Leaning forward, I cup her face and capture her lips, more demanding this time. My fingers roam towards her breasts, feeling the weight of one in my hand before swiping the nipple with my thumb. She moans loudly, rubbing herself against me, encouraging me to give her more. I smile against her lips, giving her one more kiss before moving my head down. I take my time, kissing her jaw, her neck, and her shoulders. I run my tongue down in between her breasts, holding them both in my hand. I suck one nipple into my mouth, using my tongue and then my teeth to tug gently. Taiya’s hands run through my hair, pulling the ends, telling me she wants more. I glance up at her as I lick her other nipple, knowing that it needs my attention too. When I have her writhing on the bed in pleasure, I head further south, nibbling around her belly button before reaching her bare p-ssy. I run my hands over her thighs, squeezing gently before spreading them. My cock strains against my jeans as I see her core, wet and ready for me. I kiss up her thighs, and the closer I get, the more I take in her scent. It’s just as I remember. As soon as her taste hits my tongue, I groan. Using her ass cheeks to pin her down to the bed and keep her in place, I devour her. This is what an alcoholic must feel like when they have a drink after being sober for so long. She does that to me. It isn’t long before her thighs start to tremble and she’s calling out my name. Could it get any better than that? She knows who is between her legs, giving her pleasure. She knows who in this minute, she belongs to.
“F*ck,” she curses as I suck on her *, prolonging her release. Her hips buck wildly, and I watch her every movement, enthralled. When she finally collapses onto the bed, her tension released, I give her one last lick before I pull away. I stare at her as I wipe my mouth with my hand, her beautiful body not doing much to help my straining erection. When I push off the bed and stand up, she looks up at me in confusion.
“What are you doing?” she asks, her voice hoarse.
“I’m not going to make love to you until you admit that you’re mine, and I know you aren’t ready to do that right now,” I tell her honestly. My dick protests, but for once, I ignore him and walk towards her door. I open it, turning back to face her. “I love you, Taiya,” I tell her. Then I walk out.