Page 2 of Kai
With his breath whistling between his teeth, he dragged off his clothes without finesse and pressed her down on the cushions they had put down on the carpet. They were alone in her parents' magnificent and graceful home. The housekeeper had gone for the day, and her parents had left for the day and night for some sort of retreat.
His hands trailed down to cup her small breasts, eyes flaring as he took in the rigid nipples. His mouth was watering, his body poised to take. He was slowly losing control, something that never happened to him before.
Dipping his head, he took hungrily, the taste of her lingering on his tongue and making him hungry.
Her fingers gripped his hair, fingers running through the thick midnight darkness before gripping the strands. Her body arched in complete surrender, his name a desperate cry on her lips. He devoured, demolished and drove her to complete madness. When he switched to the other nipple, she thought she was going completely mad.
Her body was trembling; her thoughts filled with nothing but him. He filled her mind and body -- she could smell his cologne,something citrusy and male. His hair brushed her skin, tickling her -- moving her beyond the ordinary. His mouth was all over her, making her weak.
A cry escaped her when he moved from her quivering stomach to the core of her. He hesitated a second or two when she tugged at his hair as if to stop him.
Lifting his face, his eyes darkened with an intensity that sent a charge through her, he removed her clutching fingers.
"Let me taste you." His voice was unrecognizable, his face harsh with passion. "I will die if I don't. Let me have all of you."
She could no more say no -- could no more deny him than stop breathing. Taking that as a yes, he used his mouth on her. Shock came first and then was overcome by the sheer passion that tore through her body like a lightning bolt.
Tears spilled from her eyes. Her lips were trembling, body vibrating. He was doing things to her that she never dreamedpossible. Not even the romance novels she read had ever described the emotions tumbling through her young body. She clung to him, feeling everything and wanting it all. She wanted to put her brand on him and wanted his brand on her. To keep, to savor, to hold when he finally left as she knew he had to. One day.
When he lowered his body over hers, she reached for him, ached to feel him deep inside her.
She was sobbing by the time he covered her body with his. She was not the only one. His body was shuddering, and he was as hard as steel. His hands framed her face. The words he wanted to say were stuck inside his throat. He could not say them with his mouth. But they were hung there between them. When he slid into her, he had to wait for a few seconds before he could move again. And he tried to be gentle. But her arms wrapped around his neck, her body easing towards his with an eagerness that spurred him on.
He swallowed her gasp, his body driving into hers. He knew he was lost and could not do anything about it.
Present day…
She dragged herself from the throes of what was to her a nightmare of memories from the past and sat up in bed, her breathing shaky, her body coated with moisture. Taking a deep fortifying breath as she glanced automatically at the bedside clock. Two A.M. Great! Now it was debatable if she was ever going back to sleep.
Dragging long, elegant fingers through the tangle of hair, Maxie swung her legs off the bed and almost stepped on Brutus. Hissing out a breath, she crouched down to feather soothing fingers through the dog's thick pelt. Crouching down, she hugged the animal to her and felt the soothing comfort.
"That's it boy, just a damn dream. Nothing more." If she felt like weeping, it would pass. Just like always. It had been a long time since she dreamed of him. It must be due to the fact that she had seen his photo in a magazine, a customer had left at the store. And there he was, big as life, looking sober and completely gorgeous, with one arm around the waist of an equally stunning Asian beauty. A woman she recognized as being the star of a long running soap opera.
The pain that had lanced through her heart had been unexpected and unwelcome. She was over him, she told herself. They were welcome to each other.
"Bastard," she whispered in Brutus' thick coat. "Jerk. He broke my heart. Shattered it into a million pieces."
Sucking in a breath and smiling as her dog nudged her chest as if in comfort, she took another breath and rubbed his head.
"I'm fine. It's time to get some work done. Paperwork that I have been putting off far too long."
Giving Brutus another rub, she rose to go and get her robe.
When he started yipping, she shook her head.
"Okay boy, I hear you. Time to take a run outside."
Snapping his collar on as a precaution, she led him downstairs. She followed him out and stood there in the blast of cold air -- her robe wrapped securely around her as she watched him running off to do his business. The morning air was bracing,and she could smell the fall weather approaching. The leaves on her trees were yet to start changing, but she knew that in a few weeks she would have to think about calling Ben, her handyman to start raking and cutting down branches.
She had opted for a house instead of an apartment. Her parents had been very disappointed when she announced she was moving out of their place. They had sold the home she had grown up in and were now living in a swanky townhouse uptown. She had preferred to go her own way. They had been annoyed and baffled when she had chosen that route. Just as they had been when she had chosen not to follow in either of their footsteps and had been further horrified when she declared she was opening a boutique.
They loved her, she knew that without a doubt. But they were also self-absorbed, each caught up in their own respective careers. She did not begrudge them the time they spent focusing on themselves and knew in their own fashion they loved her.
She called them every other day to do her usual check, and they would talk about this and that. Mavis Priestley was still acting -- a regular on a very enterprising and popular soap that had been running for more than two decades. Her father was still running his practice and kept saying he was going to retire shortly.
They were also constantly trying to pair her with one attractive man after another. Hugging her elbows, she realized that she had never been much for relationships. After what had happened with Kai, she had concentrated fiercely on her studies and stayed away from the boys who had been drawn to her. She had been so successful, that she had been dubbed 'ice queen' at NYU and that had suited her fine.
She had tried again when she finished college and had failed. Brian, that had been his name, had accused her of being a damn tease and as cold as a fish when she had shied away from the intimacy. It occurred to her then that she was frozen in time.
