Revelation: A Contemporary Erotic Romance (Iris Series)

by Lynn, Rebecca

  “You’re so warm,” she whispered. He felt so good.

  “Are you cold?”

  “I won’t be for long.”

  “No. You won’t.” He turned them so they were against the wall in the living room. “I don’t wanna move my hands. Take off your shirt for me.”

  She did and she was left in her bra on top.

  “Take it all off, Em. I’ve been dying to see you again,” he breathed.

  She pulled the bra off and tossed it to the floor.

  “Oh, yeah,” he breathed, mesmerized by her breasts. “Your tits are even better than I remember. Push ’em together. Hurry.”

  She couldn’t believe how emboldened she felt with him. It was unlike her, but she was embracing this new side of herself. It was so freeing.

  She did as he asked and offered her breasts up to him. He proceeded to take one nipple between his lips, suck it quickly and go to the other. Back and forth, he moved between them and made sounds of pleasure while he did it. She couldn’t stop the sounds escaping from her as well.

  She was so ready and didn’t want to wait. “Hurry,” she begged. She grabbed at the back of his head and pulled his hair with tufts of it in between her fingers, tilting his head away from her nipples. “Kiss me,” she demanded with a growl. He laughed and then they attacked each other’s mouths, biting, nipping, licking. “Hurry.”

  “No. We hurried on Monday,” he said out of breath. By this time, he was holding her up with one hand against the wall and pulling one of her legs out of her Yoga pants. Within seconds her leg was out and the pant leg was hanging to the side. He slid her leg out of her panties so they too were hanging with the pant leg. He was pulling at his own sweats so they would fall while she finished kicking off her pants.

  She was clawing at his back, pulling at his hair, kissing him all over his face. “Hurry up.”

  He chuckled then stopped long enough to look her in the eye. He spread her legs wide and draped them over his forearms, holding her still with his hands on her ass. Then he penetrated her. Slowly.

  Her head fell back to hit the wall. “Ahhh,” she moaned, the sound being forced out of her body as he pushed inside her.

  He moaned with her and put his face into her neck, kissing and nibbling. He held still for a moment, then pulled out and pushed back in.

  “Faster,” she said through gritted teeth, pulling at his hair.

  “No.”

  She began pumping her hips, trying to use her legs as leverage but she couldn’t wrap them around his waist because he had them over his arms. She was a slave to the rhythm he set.

  She grabbed his hair even harder, pulling his head back to look into his eyes. His gorgeous brown eyes shone with such pleasure and lust. “Faster.”

  “Make me,” he challenged with a sexy grin.

  She bucked against him several times, racing toward that glorious finish, but he held her even harder against the wall. He let out a moan and kissed her, licking into her mouth.

  “I wish I could explain how good this feels,” he groaned. “I don’t want it to end. Like a tight wet fist, so hot.”

  “I think I have an idea. Now fuck me already,” she growled.

  He pulled out then slammed up into her and she let out a high pitched gasp, gripping his hair tighter and tighter. He began a steady rhythm and she swore she was going to rip apart. Their bodies slid over each other and he continued the punishing pace bringing them higher, their voices getting louder as they got close.

  She latched her teeth onto his neck and sucked which seemed to get him there faster as he continued nailing her to the wall with such force she was sure they were denting it. Over and over he pushed her into the wall, slapping their bodies together until the ecstasy of the moment reached a fevered pitch. He ground into her clit only a few times and she was climaxing, feeling like her whole body was shattering. He followed right after her with a yell and they clasped each other tightly while shivers continued to pass through them.

  The room was filled with sounds of their breathing and quiet satisfied moans as her legs grew heavy. He continued holding her and fell onto the sofa with her straddling him. There they sat for close to three minutes without either of them speaking, just her nuzzling into his chest with his hands stroking her back and hair.

  “This is probably really tacky to say, but you are seriously the best sex I’ve ever had, Counselor,” he murmured into her hair. She could hear the smile in his voice.

  She was elated by his comment, and yeah, it was a little tacky, but she responded chuckling into his chest, “Golly Gee, Detective. You know just what to say to a girl.”

  He pulled her head back as he said, “I told you it was tacky.” When she was looking at him, he said, “It’s true, though.”

  She looked away and put her head back on his chest, not wanting him to see her blush. “Are you ready for dinner? I’m starving.” She started to move but he stopped her.

  “It’s pretty good for you, too, right?”

  She looked at him at that point. He looked so cute trying to mask his uncertainty. Did he really need to ask?

  “Aren’t you the man who everyone says women adore?”

  “I don’t care what other women think. I wanna know what you think.”

  She smiled coyly, deciding to play with him for a minute. “Do you think I’m faking it, Detective?” she asked in a husky voice.

  “You’re body doesn’t lie, Em. I feel your muscles clench all around me,” he whispered and kissed the tip of her nose. She obliged him and clenched them. He groaned and grabbed her hips.

  “Then I guess you don’t need to ask what I think.” She smirked at him.

  “You’re not gonna oblige me with adjectives of my virility?” His eyes twinkled.

  She shook her head while giving him a sexy look.

  “Is this part of my punishment for Bernard?”

  She nodded, licking her lips. She could feel him growing inside her again.

  “How else are you gonna punish me?” he whispered.

  She chuckled. “You might be the only man I know who likes punishment, Detective.”

  “If you’re givin’ it, I’ll gladly take it. Apparently all of your exes were douches if I’m the only man who likes it.”

  She didn’t clarify that there were only two. Or one and a half if the high school jerk didn’t count. She rolled her eyes for effect and he ignored her, continuing to talk.

  “I’m starving too. Let’s get some grub. Unless you’re dealing out another punishment by withholding nourishment.”

  “I’ll spare you this time. Whattaya wanna get?” she asked. They were being so domestic. It thrilled and terrified her at the same time.

  “Is there a takeout place you like?”

  “I’m a sucker for Italian or Chinese, and there’s one of each down the block. Both will deliver in 20 to 30 minutes.”

  “Perfect.” He kissed her mouth. “Let’s order.”

  ……

  They decided on Italian. He ordered a meatball sandwich and she ordered their linguine special. While they waited for the food, he looked at the large glass bowl on the coffee table.

  “This is so cool,” he said inspecting it.

  It was a beautiful hand blown glass bowl she’d bought at the art showing. What made it perfect for her was the fact that it had reminded her of a big sunflower. The base was dark, but the sensual curves coming up from the base were the colors of a sunset; burnt golds and oranges.

  She’d loved sunflowers since high school. It just made her happy to look at them, and the fact that they symbolized loyalty and longevity, the two qualities which she’d always wanted in a relationship, made her love them even more.

  “Thanks. I got it at the art show.”

  “It’s amazing what people can do, isn’t it?” He looked down into it.

  She nodded and smiled lightly thinking of those two qualities and the man sitting before her.

  Then he moved on to search through her e
xtensive CD collection and it hit her that she might be the only person left in the world who had one.

  He pulled out the old beat up Goo Goo Dolls CD that had Iris on it and popped it into her player. As the song began, Mike joined Emily on the sofa while she lounged in a t-shirt and sweats. He stretched out next to her shirtless. Reaching over, he took her feet and placed them in his lap, kneading the instep of her left foot.

  She held in a groan of pleasure and watched him as he closed his eyes and listened to the words. Once the second chorus began, he turned to her and said, “Why was this your favorite?”

  She thought for a second before answering and was overcome by a sense of emotion. Fuck. What the hell is wrong with you, Emily? She looked away then shrugged.

  “The sound of it, I guess. It’s haunting.”

  He nodded, staring at her. “What about the words do you like?”

  “What is this, Twenty Questions?” she teased.

  “Just two.”

  Don’t make a big deal out of this, Em.

  “I guess it spoke to me in high school. The words described how I was feeling at that time. And the movie,” she shrugged. Would there ever be a man like Nicolas Cage who would love her so much that he would sacrifice to be with her? Even if it was just to be with her for a day?

  He nodded, waiting for her to continue. When she didn’t, he said, “Didn’t feel understood? Had your heart broken?”

  She shrugged it off again. “What teenager didn’t?” She paused then watched him. “I can’t imagine you caring if people understood you or not. And I definitely can’t imagine you with your heart broken. I imagine you were the one doing the breaking,” she smirked.

  He covered his heart with his hand. “I’m hurt, GC,” he teased. He put his head back on the cushion while his hands played with her foot. “I was just like every other teenager in the world.”

  She looked at him and propped her head on her hand which was resting on the back of the sofa. “You said last week that you’d never been in love.”

  “I haven’t.”

  She didn’t want to analyze how happy that made her. “So you didn’t feel understood then?”

  He shrugged. “I guess on the outside I appeared like the all American kid. Went to school in Manhattan, played sports, had lots of girlfriends,” he smiled and looked over at her.

  “What a surprise. So why weren’t you understood, then? Sounds like you had it all.”

  He was quiet for a moment, then, “I thought deeper than most of my friends. I liked playing guitar. I liked poetry. Liked to read.” She remembered Monday night seeing his guitar against the wall and the ton of books in his bookcase. “Big jocks aren’t supposed to like those things.”

  “Even in cultured Manhattan.”

  He smiled. “Sometimes it was lonely.” He turned to her. “So, you didn’t feel understood because. . .? Don’t think I’m letting that one go.”

  “I could never be that lucky,” she said dryly, then sighed. “I can’t really explain it. High school was –” She interrupted herself trying to put into words what she was feeling. “After Taylor was raped, she was the pariah in school. I was her best friend. I think you can put two and two together.”

  “Is that when you were led to believe that you were unfeminine for your Krav Maga?”

  “That came later. It was really just trying to be a teenager with a bunch of assholes who didn’t believe that Taylor was really raped. And since I loved her and she was my best friend, I was guilty by association.”

  “High school is tough. Kids can be such fuckin’ jerks. Add in all of the hormones and they’re even bigger idiots.” He stared at her until she looked at him. “I’m glad you started the mentoring program. I really am honored that you asked me. I think we can make a difference even if in a small way. Every little bit counts.”

  Again, she was hit unexpectedly with emotion. She was saved as her intercom went off announcing the arrival of their dinner. She gladly got up, happy to end the conversation. They had been entering into vulnerable territory she didn’t want to enter.

  That was a lie. She did want to enter, but it scared the shit out of her, especially when she knew he wouldn’t be around long.

  Once they had their food, they ate, completely enjoying their meal and talking about how good it was.

  “So, what made you go into law enforcement?” she asked taking a bite of her linguine.

  “9/11,” he responded after swallowing a bite of meatball. “I was a senior in high school when it happened. I had some friends whose family members were killed in the towers. It was such a hard time here in the City,” he murmured, then took another bite. They continued to eat in silence until he said, “I had already applied to NYU and was waiting to hear back from them. I actually wanted to study Psychology or maybe English, if you can believe that.”

  “Are you serious?”

  “Yeah,” he chuckled.

  “Actually, now that you mention it, I do remember you quoting Shakespeare to me once,” she chuckled.

  “ ‘Methinks the lady doth protest too much.’ Truer words were never said, especially about you.” He nailed her with a look.

  “So, did you go to NYU?” she asked, wanting to change the subject.

  “I changed my mind and went to CUNY John Jay College of Criminal Justice. It’s right by my apartment.”

  “What did you major in? You got a bachelor’s?”

  He nodded. “I ended up getting a BA in Criminology then went into the police academy after that and the rest is history.”

  “I’m sure you had to study sociology and psychology. It explains why you’re always picking my brain,” she muttered.

  “Just making friendly conversation,” he teased, taking another bite of his sandwich.

  “Uh, huh. Do you always pick apart the women you sleep with?” They paused then laughed when they thought about her wording. “You know what I mean.”

  He shook his head, “Not usually. Certainly not as much as I do you.” He studied her with his eyes. “You fascinate me.”

  “Great,” she mumbled.

  He smiled, wiping his hands on his napkin. “Whattaya wanna do for the rest of the night?”

  Sex, please.

  No, Emily. And whatever you do, don’t let him sleep over.

  “We should probably call it a night soon. We’re both gonna be up early and I need to be there even earlier to make sure everything is good to go. I wanna pick up some breakfast for everyone, and stuff.” She began cleaning up her food. “I need to look over some papers tonight to get prepared, so...” She let her voice drift off and avoided looking him in the eyes.

  He continued sitting there watching her. She could feel the heat of his gaze until finally, she looked up at him, trying to hide her exasperation.

  “What?”

  “Come here.”

  “Let me clean up first,” she began.

  “It can wait. Come here,” he said taking her and draping her on his lap so her back was against the arm of the sofa and she was snuggled into him.

  She tried not to, but couldn’t seem to stop the contented sigh that escaped her body. He was warm, sexy, smelled good…and she liked him. She really really wished she didn’t, knowing full well this was how all of his women probably felt when they were with him. Content. Safe.

  “If that sigh could talk, what would it be saying?”

  “You talk like a therapist, Detective,” she mumbled into his chest. She felt his response in the form of a rumble of soft laughter passing through him against her cheek.

  “It was a good sigh, I hope.”

  Too good.

  “Ask me to stay.” He said it so quietly she almost didn’t hear him.

  A moment passed while stillness sat around them until he continued.

  “I wanna stay, but I get the distinct impression that you don’t want me to.”

  She had never known another person who showed his cards so readily. It was as if he was just going
to put it out there at all times and then let the chips fall where they may. How was it so easy for him to show his vulnerability? She took a breath trying to figure out how to respond to him.

  “It’s not that I don’t want you to stay.” She swallowed. That was as far as she could go on the vulnerability scale.

  “But?” He was stroking her hair.

  “I don’t think it would be wise.”

  “Because?”

  She exhaled sharply. “Because,” she sputtered. “This is just sex.”

  He was nodding then he tipped her head back so she was looking at him. His hand cupped her face and she tried to look away, but his gaze was so penetrating she couldn’t seem to not look him in the eye.

  “Is that what this is?” he murmured.

  A bout of nerves hit her stomach and she swallowed. “Yes.”

  He nodded again. “If you say so.”

  Well, what the hell did that mean? His words made her feel confused, unexpectedly hopeful, then completely empty. She clenched her teeth.

  Fucking do NOT get upset, Emily. This is what you both agreed upon. This is only the second night you’ve been with him. Are you gonna screw this up so early on?

  She didn’t hesitate and with defiance, grabbed his face and kissed him. She was feeling raw and that was the way she wanted it. She plunged her fingers into his hair holding him still for her attack.

  He seemed to expect it and rolled them to the floor, pulling her shirt off, then his sweatpants while she worked on her own.

  “Is this what you want, Em?” he asked, kissing her neck, then chest, working his way down her torso.

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  “Tell me what you want, what you like.” He was getting closer to her pussy and she knew she would fly apart within seconds if he got there.

  “Just keep doin’ what you’re doing, Detective. I think you’ll be able to figure it out,” she breathed. She wiggled her hips, pushing into him as he slowly crawled down her body. She could feel his smiling lips on her skin.

  “I might need some guidance,” he murmured into her, taking nibbles as he went lower and lower. He was resting on his forearms between her legs letting his hands coast up and down her outer thighs. She looked down at him just as he stopped and looked up. He stared her in the eye as he rubbed his cheek on her inner thigh, sucking her skin gently into his mouth.