His weight was supported on his elbow while his other hand traveled south to her belly and slipped underneath her shirt, slowly pulling it up with him. Their lips released from one another for only a moment as she allowed him to pull her blouse over her head. He tossed it across the room and then grinned at her, plunging down to devour her lips again.
She pressed her hips upwards, wanting to feel him against her. Needing that heat and craving fulfillment. He reached down with one hand and grabbed her bum, cupping her cheek and pulling her tighter against his pelvis. She couldn’t wait any longer and so she grabbed at the top of her jeans and quickly unbuttoned them, shimmying them down her thighs. He grabbed them and pulled them the rest of the way off, then sat up and undid his own pants. He kicked off his pants and fell back on top of her, staring into her eyes. All he could think about was how much he loved this woman and how he couldn’t believe he was the lucky man she had chosen to marry.
She was just as infatuated with his eyes and how they smoldered with desire as he looked at her. She bit her lip as her breathing became more ragged and her knees found their way to the outside of his thighs, giving him permission to do as he pleased. He leaned down and kissed her again as his hips pressed harder against her and then slid forwards, filling her slowly with everything that he had.
He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the sensation as she gasped and clung to him tighter. They quickly found a rhythm and moved with one another with a familiarity that only two people deeply in love can achieve. He kissed her lips, her cheek, her jaw, her neck, and everywhere else as he wanted to know every inch of her, consume everything that she had to give him. She was more than willing to oblige.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Kate yawned as she stared at her computer screen at work the next day, attempting to focus on the sales spreadsheet that she was currently working on. She had stayed at Derrick’s house last night and not gotten a lot of sleep. Actually it was her house now too, since they had decided to move in together. He was moving some of her things over right now and then she would go back later tonight to pack more boxes with him.
“Hey, Katey, how are you doing today?” An older voice announced behind her. Kate swirled around in her chair to see Uncle Lenny leaning against her cubicle wall, smiling at her. She beamed back, always glad to see him.
“Finally got out of your office, huh?” Lenny had been working on a major bid for the past few days and even when she had been in the office, she hadn’t caught a glimpse of him. The few times she tried his stodgy assistant, Frank, turned her away, never forgetting to accompany the rejection with an insult or snide remark of some kind. Especially in the last few days, Kate had been trying to be more positive and choose to be happy, to do her best attempt to heal from her attack and move on.
People like Frank frustrated her because they were just so tightly wound around their intent to be angry and cynical that the bitterness overflowed out on to everybody that came in contact with them. She saw people like that and knew that that wasn’t what she wanted for her future, she wasn’t going to let the anger she initially felt towards the Photographer become who she was. She was going to carve out a new Kate, freshly washed and molded and destined for more than the flat Kate who had trudged through each day never planning for tomorrow, not due to laziness or lack of ambition but due to a lack of hope and goals-a lack of purpose.
“Yeah, the bid is done. We got it, it’s going to be great for the company. Seriously add to our positive cash flow. We are going places, Kate!” Lenny spoke excitedly. He loved the company he had built, even if it was the simple business of selling office furniture.
“Lenny, I have to quit.” Kate blurted out, still sitting in her cubicle chair looking up at the president of the company. She hadn’t planned to say that. In fact, the thought hadn’t occurred to her until just that moment when she was thinking of bitter, angry Frank in his boring sales job and how she wanted to be a new Kate with purpose and dreams. She couldn’t do that playing it safe on her uncle’s dime.
“What?” Lenny was startled, clearly not expecting this from her.
“Is something wrong? I thought that you liked it here, and you do well. Your sales are decent. Did something happen?” Lenny asked her, taking a few steps forward and slipping his hands into his pockets.