My head went back when he fil ed me and cracked against the wal .
He heard it, picked me up with his hands at my behind, stil inside me. I wrapped my legs around his hips and my arms around his shoulders. He moved us into the hal , his head tilted back and mine tipped down, our mouths locked together.
He went to his knee on the floor and dropped me to my back. He moved over me, I kept my legs and arms around him and he started immediately moving inside me, hard, fast, deep, my body jolting with his thrusts. It felt good, beyond good, straight to magnificent.
His hands went to the sides of my head, fingers in my hair and he looked down at me while he moved. I tried to kiss him but he dodged my mouth.
“Never,” he said, his voice gruff, his hips stopping their thrusts and grinding into me.
“Never what?” I murmured, one of my hands sliding down his back, the other one went into his hair.
“Outside my bike, never has anything important in my life been just mine.”
My body stil ed, so did my heart, and my eyes locked with his.
He started moving again, slowly, deeply and he kept talking. “Always castoffs, leftovers, used, sometimes even food from dumpsters.”
My heart started beating again, only to trip over itself; my breath came fast, not only from what was happening to my body but what he was saying.
“Vance –”
His lips came to mine, his hands moved out of my hair and went to the sides of my face and he stared in my eyes, pressing deep inside.
“Mine,” he muttered, his deep voice hoarse, that fierce undercurrent there.
His tone caused a shiver to run through me, straight through to my soul.
Then he kissed me.
*
“I’ve got to get to work,” Vance said to me (or, more appropriately, against my neck). We were back in bed, comforter up to our waists. Vance had his arms around me; I had my hands pressed against his chest.
Boo was sitting on the end of the bed staring at us with barely concealed impatience at what he considered the unacceptable delay in the arrival of his morning wet food breakfast.
After we were done on the floor in the hal , wordlessly Vance had carried me up to the bed not like last time but cradled in his arms. He’d managed that feat too, graceful y.
He pul ed me into bed, yanked the comforter over us and he held me, stil silent.
I was silent too. My body was completely sated after three earth-shattering, back-to-back orgasms, so much so, I could barely move.
My mind was blank with shock and, if I admitted it to myself, pure unadulterated fear.
I pul ed my thoughts together, tossed my emotional Rottweiler a juicy steak and twisted my head to look at Vance. “We have to talk.”
And we did. We so had to talk.
He kissed me quickly then looked in my eyes. “Is this one of your whisper-sweet-stories-about-your-life-and-smile-at-me talks or something else?” he asked.
“Something else,” I told him.
“Then we don’t have to talk.”
“Crowe.”
He kissed me again.
“I’l cal you later,” he said.
“Crowe –”
“We’l go out to dinner before the meet with Darius.”
“Crowe!”
He leaned in, kissed my forehead, let me go, moved swiftly and disappeared off the edge of the platform.
“Crowe! ” I shouted.
I scrambled to the end of the bed, wrapping the comforter around my naked body. With effort and absolutely no grace I threw my legs over the side of the bed, stumbled, corrected myself and jumped down, pul ing the bulk of the king-sized comforter with me I went charging into the living room, Boo hot on my heels but Vance was gone.
“God dammit!” I shouted at the empty room.
“Meow! ” Boo concurred.
*
I arrived at King’s nearly an hour late and the minute I came through the door May bore down on me like I was a clueless tourist wandering into the street in Pamplona and she was the bul .
She was fol owed, to my complete surprise and absolute mortification, by Daisy and Roxie.
“Wel ?” May asked after she arrived, looking at my face closely.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I stated, walked right by the trio and stomped across the room, ignoring the kids who were staring at me.
The ladies caught me at the entry to the hal and hustled me, protesting al the way, into the yel ow counseling room.
Roxie shut the door and May drew the blind on the window to the hal .
“Oh Sugar, what happened?” Daisy asked, eyes on me, her voice gentle.
I faced off against Daisy and ignored her soft look. “I said I don’t want to talk about it.”
And I didn’t. My emotional Rottweiler was straining against his chain, snarling and barking, teeth bared.
I didn’t need this shit. I didn’t need these people.