Page 86 of Someone Like You

“I love you more, Dr. Giselle Champagne.” He whispered against my lips before he thrust inside of me.

My love for him knew no bounds, and the way we met had been simply a path that brought us together. Our hearts were destined to become one. I was the only one who could heal his hurting heart, and he was the only one who could teach me to love again.

I rose and positioned myself over him once more and slid down. I cried out as he filled up my insides and grasped the sheet tightly in my hands. My teeth clenched together as I threw my head back in ecstasy.

We continued thrashing wildly as we poured out our desire for one another. A desire that had been borne of confusion, hurt, and pain but had turned into something so much sweeter.

Casimir’s hands gripped my throbbing breasts, and he tugged my nipples until I leaned over him again for him to lick, suck, and bite them. He moaned his pleasure and told me, “Girl, I can’t get enough of you.”

Those words released something wild inside of me, and I sat up and planted my hands on the canvas of his chest. I rocked and took what he gave as his arousal throbbed inside of me. As I gyrated and ground myself against him, I could take no more.

“Baby, I have to cum.”

His hand smacked my ass, and he pumped harder and deeper. “Give it to me, girl. Give it all to me,” he commanded and grabbed the back of my head.

I leaned down and kissed him again. A hot, passionate, telling kiss, which sealed the completion of the release of our passion. When I felt his hot seed filling me up, my heart burst with anticipation. We had discussed a lot of things in the last couple of months, including starting a family.

I nestled against his chest and stroked the sparse, silky hairs that clustered right in the middle. I knew every inch of his body, every scar, every line, and every muscle. I even knew the stories that came with every scar that was a part of him because I had cared enough to listen to and know his story.

“Casimir,” I called in a quiet voice.

It was almost as if I were afraid if I spoke any louder, my voice would carry throughout the city, telling all of Cherokee Springs our story. Where the other residents of the bustling citywere going about their early Saturday morning, I was enjoying making sweet love on a sultry day to the man of my dreams. A man who had been my client.

“Yeah?” He stroked my hair, his large hands palming my head whenever he returned to the top.

“I’ve been thinking.”

“About?”

“I want to take a vacation, and I was wondering if there was any way that you could escape with me. I know that your business is growing, and you’ve got to be here, but I was just hoping.”

He released a deep sigh before pulling me closer into his arms. The scent of his Old Spice Pure Sport deodorant intermingled with our sweat gave off a sensual musk. I loved his scent.

“I will always make time for you and put you first, baby. How long?”

“A week.”

“Where are we going and when?

“Negril, in three months. I have several conferences, and that will be the first time that I can get away.”

“What the hell is in Negril?” he asked, lifting his head from the pillow slightly.

I twisted my head to look up at him and smiled.

“Jamaica.”

“I know where. But why there?”

“It’s beautiful. Relaxing. Far away from prying eyes.”

He sighed again. “You can have whatever you like.”

My heart lifted slightly. . . scared to reply to his comment for fear he would change his mind, or perhaps the universe would not agree with this arrangement. There had been so many factors against us from the start that now that things were smoothing out, I was scared to dream about happy endings.

“Did you hear me, Giselle?”

“Uh, yeah . . .” I whispered with a soft breath.

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