by Celeste Raye
She agreed, and he motioned to where the rest of the supplies were. He was used to having a few cuts and scrapes, so his medicine cabinet was full of everything that she needed.
“I need to get these pants off. I think the worst one is on my thigh.”
“Okay. So, what’s the problem. Do you need help or something?”
He shook his head that it wasn’t the case.
“So? What’s the deal?”
“I don’t have any underwear on.”
“Oh. Why…? You know what, it doesn’t matter. Just do it and then cover up with a towel or something.”
Chris was not getting the reaction that he wanted, and he did as she suggested. As much as he wanted to believe that he was a man that a woman couldn’t say no to, he was starting to realize that it wasn’t the case.
Once he was stripped down, he grabbed a towel and covered up the hard length that wanted to be free. He wanted to show off, get her attention, because somewhere through the night, Chris had decided it was time to stop denying himself the thing that he really wanted. Life could be short. It had been for several shifters over the course of the day and night.
When she turned back around, Fran was not as professional as she was in the beginning. He could see her starting to falter, and that brought a huge smile to his face. There was just something about the way she paused when she got to see the full view of him.
“You're really big. I never would have guessed that. You're always wearing suits and stuff.”
Chris did not know what she was talking about, but it didn't matter. He could see the look of desire on her face, and he knew that it was reflected in his own. The woman was so close, he could feel her breath on his chest. If he didn't know any better, he would also have thought that he could hear her heart thumping. She seemed nervous all of a sudden, which had him smiling. He wanted her trembling inside for him because that's how he was feeling right now about her.
Something had come over him while he was out. There had been a moment, just for a split second, that he thought he was going to die. Chris was one of the bigger and more dominant shifters in the area, but several of them jumped on him, and he almost lost the fight. The idea of losing his life and never being able to see his kids or Fran again had changed things for him. Now Chris knew what he had to do.
“I get a lot of exercise outside of the office.”
“I can see that.”
“Are you going to help me or are you going to keep gawking?”
She immediately stopped and apologized.
“You know that I'm just messing with you, right?”
“Well, I wish that you wouldn't. This is a very awkward situation for me.”
“I thought that you were used to blood and all of that.”
“Yes, but I'm not used to half-naked bosses in front of me.”
“Does it make a difference, because I'm your boss?”
“I don't know if I would say that or not. I've never had a boss before.”
“I thought you said you worked in business.”
“It was the family business, and it wasn't like a normal job. This is the first time I've had a normal job, for somebody that I am not related to.”
“One day, you’re going to have to tell me more about your life.”
“Sure, and then one day, you’re going to have to tell me what happened.”
“Touché. Let's just keep the secrets for one more day then.”
Fran agreed. It made him wonder but he would find out eventually. Chris was in it for the long haul.
She started to clean the wound that was on his chest and asked him if he was okay. He had winced while she was doing it, so Fran knew that it had to hurt. There were a couple places that looked like they needed to be stitched up. When she mentioned it, he just waved her off.
“In my world, we don't go to the hospital very much either. I will heal before you know it; trust me.”
“They're really deep. It looks like it needs to be closed up.”
“Unless you want to do it yourself, just put a bandage over them. By morning, it'll be fine.”
“How is it going to be fine? It is a huge gash, and you can’t come downstairs for breakfast like this. What are we going to tell the kids?”
He told her that it was all going to be alright. Her getting all worked up about it made Chris smile a little bit more. To him, it just meant that she really did care. Now if he could just get her to admit it, it would be a lot easier.
Chris grabbed her hand and stopped her.
“It's really going to be fine, Fran. You're just going to have to trust me.”
“I want to, Chris. Really, I do.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Fran was too close to Chris. He was vibrating at a whole other frequency and the feelings that were coming over her were ones that she knew she was going to have to tame. There was no way that Fran was going to be able to concentrate on what she was doing if he didn’t stop doing, whatever it was that he was doing. He was making her nervous.
“Your hands are shaking, Fran. Are you okay?”
Chris had a tone to his voice that made her look. He was smiling at her, and her face got red. He knew what he was doing to her, and he seemed to be enjoying her being uncomfortable.
“Yeah, I guess I am.”
“Is it the wound?”
“You know that it’s not. Why are you messing with me like this? You know that it’s because you’re standing here all naked.”
“I covered up like you asked.”
“Yes, well, it’s not helping, is it?”
As much as Fran was trying to keep things together, it was rather impossible to do so. She didn’t want to show how much she was losing it, but couldn’t hide her reaction. She tried, she really did, but it was coming out in the trembling of her hands and the quivering of her voice when she did speak.
“No, I guess not. Why don’t I jump in the shower first? It will help with cleaning them out. I know that it looks bad, but trust me, Fran, I am going to be just fine. This is going to heal in no time at all. Just wait and see.”
She wasn’t too sure about that. He was hurt very bad. If it were anyone else, Fran was sure that they would be dying to go to the hospital, but he didn’t seem nearly as bothered as he should have been.
“Will you help me?”
Fran was alarmed at the request. How was she supposed to help him? How was that going to work out?
“You mean, help you in the shower?”
“Yeah, I mean, you’ve basically seen everything else and you can help me clean my back off. You don’t mind, do you? I can probably manage myself if you’re not up for it.”
“No, it’s fine.”
Fran didn’t want to seem like she wasn’t willing to help him. It just made her very nervous to do so. Once she agreed and he dropped his towel, Fran’s eyes were on the hard parts of him. There was no way that she was going to be able to stay on the task at hand with that thing swinging around.
“Are you okay?”
“Stop asking me that. I am pretty sure you know what kind of reaction you inspire in people. I don’t know what you’re thinking about at the moment, but you know that I am not going to be able to help you if you are going to make it harder than it has to be.”
“I just never saw a woman that was so bothered by a naked man before.”
It wasn’t the fact that it was a naked man. She had certainly seen enough of them in her day, but none of them had made her feel the way that she felt, when Chris took his pants off. That was another feeling altogether.
“I am not usually bothered, Chris. Get in, and I will get in with you.”
He did as she suggested and then stopped her when it was time for her to get in.
“You can’t come in with all of those clothes on.”
“Of course, I can.”
“Come on, take them off. I won’t look.”
She waved him off and then decided that she could leave on at least her bra and panties.
The truth was that he had already seen all of her.
Fran slid her clothing down her legs quickly and then tried to get in without him noticing her. When she did, it was clear to her that no matter how hard she tried, they were going to bump into each other. Her real question was, how was she going to be able to be helpful when she was afraid to touch him?
He turned around.
“I thought you weren’t going to look?”
“Never believe a man if he says that. How about that being rule number one.”
She grinned his way. “You think?”
“I do.”
“And what are the other rules?”
“There are many when it comes to men, but women like you could bypass all of them. I have broken many rules when it came to you.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Like what?”
“Never shower with a woman if you’re not going to slam her against the tile and take her.”
Fran didn’t know what to say. She could feel her face getting red. It was hard to talk to him, when he was acting the way he was. How was she supposed to respond?
“I can’t believe that it is a rule.”
“If it isn’t, it sure the hell should be. Though I don’t think I’ve ever gotten a woman into her skivvies and not done just that.”
“Girls like to be slammed against the tile and taken, huh?”
“Yes.”
He was too close, and she took a step back only to realize that there was nowhere else to go. Her breath was coming out in short gasps, but that was doing her no good. He was just so big and took up all of the space.
“Turn around. I am supposed to be helping you, remember?”
“You are helping me. I am already starting to feel better, see?”
She looked down where he was gesturing, and it wasn’t at all what she thought she would see. The gash on his chest that she had cleaned first was almost gone. It wasn’t a deep as the one on his thigh, but she had a feeling that it was going to be gone soon. It kind of freaked her out. She had to remind herself again that he wasn’t human.
“So, you heal really fast?”
“Yeah. There are all kinds of things that I can do.”
Fran knew that he was no longer talking about his wounds or his healing capabilities. He was talking about something else, and she didn’t comment back. Fran was learning quickly that poking the bear just got her bit in the ass in the long run.
“So, you don’t need my help, huh?”
“I wouldn’t go that far. I feel like I do need your help, badly.”
Fran could see that he was getting closer. There was nowhere else for her to go, as she could feel the tile against her back.
“I don’t know if I can give you the help you need.”
“I am sure you can.”
Fran saw him moving towards her, and she let him lean in. She let his lips brush up against hers, and the way it made her feel was more than she could have imagined. She wasn’t as knowledgeable when it came to men. Most men that she was around worked for her father, which meant that there was no way that they were going to try to get with her. Fran had always been off limits to anyone who knew her. If someone didn’t know her and was interested, her last name was most of the time enough to put them off.
Now, this guy didn’t know who she was, and Fran didn’t think that he would care if he did know. Chris wasn’t the scared type. Not in that way.
Chris was deepening the kiss, and her body was molding against him. She could feel parts of him against her, and the more she tried to deny it, the harder it was to do so.
“Are you sure that you don’t want me to do what the rules state?”
Fran was speechless. He had pulled away from her lips, and she still had her eyes closed. She wasn’t able to think properly and had no idea what it was that he was talking about. Why was he talking about rules? She was definitely aware of his hard length rubbing against her, but rules?
Then he lifted her and pressed against another part of her. Fran had to hold on with her legs, and that made it far more dangerous.
“All you have to do is tell me yes. That’s all I need to hear, and I promise that I will make you feel so good.”
Chris was kissing her again, and then she was telling him yes. It just came out. It was simply the only answer that she could think of, when her body was raging in such a way. He removed her bra and panties very slowly.
Then he was sliding inside of her, pushing past the barrier that she had kept intact for all of her life. It took her breath away because it was so sudden. She tried not to let the sound out of her mouth, but there was a small cry. She hadn’t thought about what he was asking or what the consequences of her yes were going to be.
Chris paused, buried deep inside of her, holding her up against the wall with his manhood deep inside.
“What?”
Chapter Twenty-Two
He knew as soon as he entered her that she was untouched. It was the last thing on his mind, actually, not even on his mind at all. Chris didn’t know what to do. He was in shock and was afraid to move. He had a lot of experience with women, but never anything with a virgin. They were almost a myth at this point.
Chris was trying to get his mind off the fact that he was being squeezed with a silken touch that was beyond anything that he had ever felt before. He was caressed in every way, and though he wasn’t moving, he was throbbing relentlessly.
“Why didn’t you say something?”
“Say what?”
He could see that she was embarrassed, overwhelmed, so many things. But he also saw the need in her eyes, and he started to move slowly. “I would have done it properly if I would have known.”
Her eyes closed as he slowly wound her up. She was like every other woman, begging for more in moments. The initial shock was gone for both of them and he was bound and determined to get as deep inside of her as he could. Chris was never going to get enough of the feel of her around him. It was far too much, and when she started to whimper and whine as she exploded, it just made it all the sweeter.
“You don’t know how good you sound. Oh my God, Fran.”
Fran ignored his words, or at least she didn’t say anything. He kissed her lips, moving faster as she clung to him. It was going to have to be quick. It was the first time for them. The first time for her ever. He was the only man that had ever touched her.
That thought, paired with the way she felt suffocating him, he lost it. He’d done the best that he could to hold on as long as possible, but had lost his way somewhere. He wasn’t sure where, but it didn’t matter.
Fran cried out against his lips before he swallowed up the sound. His body was tense for a moment, and then relief sifted through him, and he was able to look at her again. Her green eyes were wide at what they had just done. He didn’t know what to say to her. He’d tried to keep himself together as well as he could, but it had felt impossible.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded but pushed back against him. He didn’t want to let her down. Chris knew what that would mean. It would mean that he would slip out of her and that was the last thing that he wanted to do.
Finally, he relented, and she whimpered as she fell off of him.
“I wish I could stay inside of you forever.”
That made her shiver. It was then that she realized the water was cold. It was splashing off of him but he didn’t seem to feel it. The hot, hungry eyes were making her shy. She needed a moment to figure out what had just happened.
Fran needed a little bit of help to steady herself, but he didn’t make a comment. She really wanted to get back to her room.
When she dried off, she was about to go when he stopped her.
“Where are you going?”
“Oh, I think that I should go. You know, back to bed. It was lovely, really, but I need to get some sleep. I don’t think you need anything else from me.”
Chris didn’t want to let her go.
“Do you really think that I’m going to let you go now? You can’t just go back to your room like nothing happened.”
“I know, but at the moment, I think it would be best if I did. I need to wrap my head around all of this. It was nice, really.”
He groaned out loud. He didn’t want her to think it was lovely or nice. He had never really worried about his skills because he’d been told time and time again that he was the best. His ego had swelled because of it, but she was acting like he had no right to have that large ego.
“Did it not feel good?”
Even Chris hated the way he sounded. It sounded so insecure.
“Yes, it did. But I have to get some sleep, Chris, and by the looks of things, you want something more.”
He noticed where she was looking and looked down. “You’re standing there in a towel. I don’t think my body is going to be able to do anything else but stand at attention. It was doing that before.”
“Oh, well…”
He decided to take pity on her and let go.
“We are going to have to talk about this.”
“Yes, eventually.”
Chris wanted to say more, but Fran was gone, and he was left standing naked in the bathroom. He didn’t know what to do with himself. The day that had been hell had such a shockingly good ending, there was nothing that he could do or say at this point.
He went to his bedroom and didn’t think about the shifters that he’d had to kill. None of that mattered now. The only thing that he was concerned about was the woman down the hall.
Chris was more confused than ever when it came to her. How could she be a virgin, looking like that? How could he have not seen it?
He already wanted her again, but it wasn’t working out that way. He was going to have to wait. How long would he have to wait? Chris had no idea what the proper time frame was. He didn’t know what to do at this juncture because he’d never been there before.
He waited for the sun to rise. It was one of the longest nights of his life. Chris thought that it would have felt better having finally had her. He’d desired Fran for some time, but now it felt like he wanted her even more. Chris didn’t know how it was possible.