Free Falling (Book Two: Secrets)

AJ was more eager than usual, sensing that my guard was down for a change. The raw lust between us ricocheted off the walls as my thighs instinctively clenched against him. His hands slipped underneath the back of my shirt and held me like a vice, making sure that I didn’t try to get away, moving his hips upward between my thighs at the same time. Things got hot and heavy quickly as we panted and pulled desperately at each other’s clothes, acknowledging the fact that they were only getting in the way.

While I was lost in him, AJ kept one hand fastened to my head with my hair interlocked in his fingers. The other slipped between our bodies stealthily and he somehow managed to unbutton my jean-shorts to get inside them. At first, he just caressed the outside of my panties, but the kiss slowed and deepened as we both anticipated how his next maneuver would feel. My tongue swirled around his in a fluid motion that made him groan loudly this time, unable to keep quiet like he had before. His fingers traveled up a few inches just to push the band of my underwear down and out of his way, and then the kiss ceased completely when a jolt of electricity shot through me. My eyes slammed shut at the feel of any part of him inside me. I dropped my forehead to his shoulder and tried to breathe steadily, but it just came out as short, choppy bursts that matched his rhythm. The hand that once had a death-grip on my hair eased up and AJ’s thumb now gently caressed the skin at the nape of my neck. The sound of me moaning while he touched me made his breathing just as uneven and ragged as mine.

When his fingers left me, I fought back a feeling of disappointment. In a dizzy haze, I stared down on AJ as he pushed against my shoulders so that I was now upright on top of him, making it easier to push my shirt up the length of my torso and off over my head. For a moment, he paused to stare at me, biting down on his lip, telling me exactly what was on his mind without ever opening his mouth. I undid his belt and the top button of his jeans with want causing my eyelids to hang low. I watched impatiently as he snatched his shirt over his head and tossed it somewhere beside the bed. As soon as I rested my weight on top of him again and our lips connected, a knock at the door halted us both.

AJ lifted me off of him with enough force that it felt more like being thrown. In the time that it took me to get my bearings, he had already refastened his pants, slipped back into his shirt, and was on his way to the door as the visitor knocked again. I noted the panicked look on his face.

“Housekeeping,” sang a jovial voice on the opposite side of the door.

The moment was ruined, so I grabbed my shirt off the lampshade and pulled it back on. With a sigh, I collapsed back on the bed.

“Sorry to disturb you,” the woman apologized when AJ opened the door. “Your sign wasn’t hanging on the knob, so I just assumed that it was ok to come in and tidy up.”

“Don’t worry about it,” AJ replied politely. “We don’t need the room straightened at the moment. Thanks.” I imagined him flashing her that smile of his as he gently shut the door in her face – probably trying to hurry back to bed before I changed my mind. Too late. He returned and stood at the foot of the bed, staring at me where I lay sprawled out, wondering why I was clothed again.

“But…..I thought…..”

I blew the air from my lungs, but didn’t say a word.

His footsteps were heavy as he stalked to his side of the bed and plopped down. He fell back into his pillow, folding his arms over his chest.

“You mad?” I asked softly, hoping that he wouldn’t be upset that I’d come to my senses. We stopped having sex for a reason, and those reasons hadn’t changed. Between us getting caught and my mother making me promise to do better, and our pregnancy slip-up, I wasn’t even sure I was ready to be intimate again – despite the fact that I’d been faithfully taking the pill just in case. Physically? Of course I was all for it. But emotionally?

AJ sighed heavily and continued to stare at the ceiling when he replied, “No. It’s fine.” He wasn’t mad, but he wasn’t exactly happy either. ‘Fine’ was just the most fitting word that he could come up with.

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