by Chloe Maddox
I could get lost staring into her twin pools of gold, and something told me I would be for a long time.
“Okay,” Roxy nodded, solemnly, a slight crease appearing on her forehead. “I appreciate your honesty, Chris.”
I could sense by the catch her in her tone that she was not used to men being upfront with her. Here was a woman who deserved the best, and instead all she got was lies and deceit.
I couldn’t imagine why anyone would ever want to do that to someone else, much less someone like Roxy.
Roxy twisted her head to be able to get a better angle, and I gazed down at her seriously, my fingers trailing over every inch of her skin, tracing her features and drinking it all in.
She lay very still in my arms as I did that, as if she was afraid that if she moved an inch that I would somehow stop what I was doing, and it was obvious she didn’t want me to.
“I don’t know what kind of experiences you’ve had with guys, and you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” I whispered, gently.
Fuck.
Who was I right now?
First, I stared at her sleeping in the sunlight, and now I was talking about sentimentality and shit. That really wasn’t my style at all.
“Thank you,” she breathed, the relief evident in her voice.
It was clear to me that whoever hurt her had done quite a number on her, and it left her feeling vulnerable and unsure. I immediately wanted to smash their face into the ground for making her feel that way, but I know that it was unwarranted.
I hardly knew Roxy, and I doubted she would thank for me hunting down the man who played with her heart. She didn’t strike me as that sort, which was odd considering I normally gravitated towards the more submissive type.
Roxy might not have taken the lead last night, but I had a feeling that had more to do with the fact that she was unfamiliar with me, and less to do with her being submissive.
Oddly enough, my breath quickened at the thought of her taking the lead.
Her hand reached out, and she paused over my brows, and looked at me questioningly. She was waiting to see if I was okay with her touching me like this, given how intimate it was.
When I gave a slight nod, she wasted no time in trailing her fingers over my brows, my nose and finally over my lips where she lingered for several achingly long seconds, her eyes staring at me with startling intensity.
I was sure she could feel my hard on pressed into her back, but she was taking her sweet time, and I didn’t want to break whatever spell we were under.
As soon as she was finished, her fingers reached around to the back of my neck and began to massage the hair at the nape. My eyes fluttered closed at the contact because that had always been a weak spot for me.
I made an incoherent noise in the back of my throat as my grip on her tightened.
Impatiently, my hands traveled down as my eyes flew open, and I began to caress the back of her ass. She gasped as I placed one finger there and twirled it around.
“Nice and tight baby,” I murmured. “Just for me.”
Roxy twisted her head forward once more, but kept her hand fastened on the back of my neck as she pushed herself into me, testing and teasing to see how long I was going to be able to last.
“Only you,” she promised, breathlessly.
I let my head fall into the crook of her neck, and I pushed myself in. She tensed against me, unused to the foreign sensation, and her legs tightened reflexively.
“Baby, you need to relax and spread those legs for me,” I instructed as my hands reached around to play with her breasts.
I felt her take a deep breath and do as she was told. I threw my head back and groaned as Roxy shifted her hips slightly then rammed into me backwards.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair in my hand and began to kiss her neck vigorously until I sunk my teeth in. Her hands began to claw at the air, desperate for some more friction as I thrust slowly and deliberately.
“Yeah, baby, I know you like it dirty, but I’m going to give it to you hard and fast, okay?”
The yes had barely escaped her lip when I began to rotate my hips and slammed into her. She called out in pleasure as she clenched reflexively. One of my hands moved down to her front, and other stayed on her breast, kneading and twisting.
I plunged my finger inside her went center and slammed into her at the same time, and I could feel her body shivering in response prompting my own groan of satisfaction.
“Yes, oh…” she moaned.
“That’s it. Feel me inside of you, Roxy,” I encouraged as she began to match my movement, and soon we were both making sounds of pleasure.
My fingers dug into her flesh as I spilled my seed into her, and her walls pulsed and caved around me, making her shudder in response.
***
I kissed the tip of her shoulder as I slipped out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. Once I was inside, I began to wash up as I tried not to let my thoughts drift to the beautiful creature sleeping in my bed.
What now?
I had absolutely no fucking clue.
I didn’t want her to leave, but I had no idea how to ask her to stay.
I changed into a pair of track bottoms, and a loose shirt as I ran a towel through my hair. I took a quick peek and found that she was still fast asleep, so I decided to go downstairs and make breakfast.
I began to whip up one of my favorite breakfasts as I whistled to myself. Every so often, I’d pause and listen to see if she was up, but there was no noise coming from upstairs.
She really was a sound sleeper.
Then again, I did tire her out.
Rightfully so.
I was growing aroused again just thinking about it, so I switched my thoughts back to neutral territory as I began to go over a mental list of what I needed to do for the day.
It was a long list of chores, but it had to be done.
A pair of arms wrapped themselves around me from behind, and a chaste kiss was placed on the back of my neck.
“That smells good,” Roxy commented, and I smiled as I craned my head back to face her. She was dressed in one of my flannel t-shirts that barely grazed her knees, and she looked sexy as hell with her messy bed hair, hooded eyes, and a full view of her legs.
Damn, she had legs for days, and I really needed to kiss every inch of them right before I wrapped them around me. The shirt was also tight, so she had the first few buttons undone, giving me an ample view of her breasts.
And what gorgeous tits they were.
I could bury my head in them and stay there all day.
“So, do you,” I said, giving her a slowly sexy smirk.
She ducked her head. “Yeah, right. I couldn’t figure out how to use your shower, so when you’re done here, can you show me?”
“That depends.”
“On?”
“Do I get to join you?”
One eyebrow went up as a smile flitted at the corner of her lips. “No.”
“No? Then no deal.” I turned back around to make breakfast.
The sound of her laughter made my mouth automatically stretch in response. She had a beautiful laugh. Airy and natural.
“I do need to get dressed, so I can go back, and if we keep going at this rate then I’m never going to make it home.”
I turned down the stove and turned to face her as I placed my arms on the small of her back while hers rested on my torso. “Who says you have to go home?”
She gave me an amused look. “Of course, I do. I can’t stay here forever. I’ve got a life, you know.”
I waved her protest away. “It’s the weekend. Real life can wait for a bit, can’t it?”
She cocked her head dubiously. “I don’t think so.”
I gave her a slow smile as I leaned and began to nuzzle her neck. I could feel her pulse hammering against her chest as she tried not to react.
“Really? Because your body is telling me all kinds of different things right now.” I placed a kis
s at the base of her throat.
“Traitorous bastard,” she muttered, under her breath.
I chuckled as I pulled away and began to finish making breakfast. “Breakfast first then I’ll show you how to work the shower.”
“Alone?” she asked, skeptically.
I gave her a quick wink. “I never said that.”
“This is really good,” she said, appreciatively as she eyed the eggs and pancakes that I set before her. “Who taught you how to cook?”
“My mom taught me a little, but I also picked up a few things here and there when I lived alone.”
“That’s a useful skill to pick up,” she commented as she took a forkful of eggs and placed it in her mouth and began to chew.
“I take it you can’t cook.”
“Not to save my life. Unless you count eggs or cereal as cooking.” She gave me a toothy grin, her tone dripping with self-deprecating humor.
“Eggs are a start,” I pointed out.
“Yeah, right. I bet you’re just saying that to make me feel better.”
“I do actually mean it, but I can do a lot of things to make you feel better. Some of which I’m dying to try out on this table right here, but I can wait,” I said, casually.
She swallowed back the food and gave me a heated look as she reached for the glass of orange juice. I met her gaze idly as if I didn’t know what the problem was.
“You are a hard man to keep up with, Chris.”
“You’re doing a great job, Roxy. Trust me.”
She closed her mouth as she turned her attention back to her food.
“I can’t believe it’s already the weekend.” She sighed as she stretched her legs in front of her, letting out a quick moan.
“Long week?” I inquired, sympathetically.
“No, it was actually a good week. I just enjoy the weekends because I get to sleep in, read—”
“Fuck?” I supplied as her face turned red, and she began to choke on a piece of food. I began to pat her back slowly as her color returned to normal, and she shot me a dirty look.
“What?” I held my hand up, innocently.
“I wouldn’t say it like that.”
“What would you call it then?”
“I would call it having sex,” she pronounced, her mouth tripping over the last word.
“Oh, we’ve done plenty of that too, but we did other stuff in the middle, so what would you call that since it doesn’t quite fall in the sexy category?”
Roxy thought about it for a moment. “Dirty sex?”
My mouth twitched in amusement. “Sure, that’s one way to look at it.”
“What’s another way?”
“I could reach across this table and drag you onto my lap, so I can feel that rocking hot body of yours,” I said, in between mouthfuls of food.
“Oh?”
“Yes, afterwards I thought I’d bend you over, and I could show you a thing or two.”
“Is that so?” Her voice dropped an octave lower, the food on her plate suddenly forgotten. “You do seem like a…. resourceful teacher.”
“I can be,” I promised as I eyed her over the rim of my glass.
Her tongue darted out to her lips, a move I found to be equal parts amusing and alluring.
“Thank God it’s Saturday,” she commented as she gave me a smile showing off a row of pearly white teeth.
Shit.
Saturday.
I’d completely forgotten.
“What did you just say?” The back of my throat tasted like sandpaper, and I struggled to swallow as I reached for my glass.
Roxy could not find out.
It was imperative.
“I said thank God it’s Saturday.” She phrased it as more of a question rather than a statement, her expression one of genuine confusion. “Did I say something wrong?”
“No.” I shook my head as I forced a smile onto my face. “I just forgot what day it was.”
“Do you have an important deadline or something?”
“Actually, I do among other things.”
“Really? What do you do?”
I twisted sideways to catch a glimpse of the clock behind her. I still had time, just barely, but I could do it.
“I’m a cartoon illustrator,” I said, distractedly.
“Oh, that sounds like fun. What kind of cartoons?”
“Comic books mostly,” I responded.
“No way. Marvel or DC?”
My mouth curved into a smile. “You know your comic books. That’s impressive.”
“Not big on comic books to be honest, but I am a huge marvel fan though I do appreciate DC on occasion,” she admitted as her hair fell across her face giving her a more youthful look. She was looking at me shyly as if she’d just discovered something she liked.
“I don’t get to do as much work for them as I would like to, but I do more Marvel than DC,” I revealed, proudly.
It was not something I got to boast about every day, but I did love my job. It was just that most women didn’t find it respectable, much less interesting. Most of the time they would scoff and ask what my long term plans were.
As if drawing couldn’t be a long term career. I understood that as far as jobs went, it was risky, but it still pissed me off when they didn’t appreciate it.
“I know it doesn’t have a lot of prospects in terms of longevity, but a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do, right?”
“I think that as long as you’re doing what you love then who cares what other people think?”
I gazed at her in astonishment, feeling myself growing more and more captivated by this woman.
“Right. I mean you’re a photographer, so I’m sure you get that all the time too.”
She shook her head ruefully. “You have no idea.”
I stood up abruptly. “So, let me show you how that shower works.”
She gave me a curious look as she helped me clear the plates, and we made our way upstairs. She walked slightly ahead of me, and I took the chance to appreciate the full sway of her hips as they rocked back and forth suggestively.
I looked away as I realized that I didn’t have time to indulge right now.
I had other things I had to do, unfortunately.
I opened the door to the bathroom, thankful that I had healthy grooming habits because it was spick and span with nice tile floors, and a light blue paint that gave an airy quality.
“The water sometimes takes a while to heat up, but once it does, it’ll hit the spot,” I explained as I showed her how to turn the knobs. “I guess that’s pretty much it. There’s fresh towels in the cabinet over there, and the hamper is behind the door.”
“Sounds pretty basic. Any quirks I should know about?”
“Quirks?”
“You know like clanging in the pipes, weird hissing noises. Things like that.” She gestured around her as she eyed the bathroom wearily.
“I don’t know what kind of creepy ass bathrooms you’ve used, but this is a pretty normal bathroom. The one you just described sounds like a horror movie.”
“It did feel like one,” she agreed.
“Well.” I shifted towards the door. “I should probably leave you to it.”
“Oh, you’re not going to take a shower too?”
“No, you were right, I should probably let you get in there alone while I do some things.”
She tried not to look disappointed as she nodded and gave me a small smile. “Okay, thanks.”
“Yup.” I nodded as I turned my back on her and shut the door behind me. I resisted the urge to walk right back in and take her as she was pressed up against the cool tile walls as I grit my teeth and walked downstairs.
The doorbell rang as I was cleaning the dishes. I frowned as I checked the watch.
It couldn’t possibly be.
When I peeked outside the curtain, I noticed that it was.
“You’re early,” I commented as I kept the door slightly closed.
“
Yeah, sorry, I was going to ask if we could switch days because I have something to do tonight,” she said, apologetically.
Chapter 6
I frowned as I wondered if maybe this was Chris’s way of telling me to take a hike.
I had never been in this position before, and I wasn’t sure if I was overstaying my welcome, but he did invite me to stay over for breakfast, and I had planned on showering at home, but it was a long drive back, and I figured if I suggested the idea, and he came up with an excuse then I could just leave.
I wasn’t looking for a pity invite, after all.
I was a grown woman and mature enough to be able to handle it if a man made it clear that he wanted me to leave the next day. Besides, we never even went on a date, and I didn’t want to jump to conclusions here when it seemed like he didn’t want anything serious.
Would I like the chance to get to know him better?
Yes.
Would I be forward and make it clear that I wanted to?
Probably not.
Was that the best response?
No.
Oh, well. You win some, you lose some as they say.
I finished lathering my hair and quickly rinsed off my body and grabbed a towel. I wrapped it around my waist and wiped the clear fog off of the mirror. I stared at the reflection in the mirror and laughed under my breath when I saw the bite marks all over my neck.
I hadn’t had hickeys since I was in high school. It was oddly satisfying to see them now though. They were proof that, even for a brief moment in time, I belonged to Chris, and I’m sure the scratch marks all over his body proved the same to him.
Whatever else happened moving forward at least I had that.
My heart plummeted in my chest at the thought of leaving him now, even though I hadn’t known him for that long, but I wanted to. The more I learned about Chris, the more I wanted to know.
I wasn’t certain he felt the same way about me, but I couldn’t risk my heart getting broken again if he didn’t. I’d been burned too many times.
I slipped on my jeans, and the sweater I had on as I began to towel dry my hair. I padded softly across the floor of his room in search of a brush. When I couldn’t find one, I shrugged and decided to head downstairs.
I froze at the foot of the stairs when I heard voices. I had no idea that Chris had company, and I didn’t want to intrude, given that it wasn’t my business.