I nodded, not breaking eye contact.
Kit nodded, mocking me, "She told me that she wishes every day that I drink myself to death, drink so much I stumble into traffic. That she sees a woman who will never be more than the weak one in love, so in love she couldn't keep her legs closed long enough to see the evil her baby brother was." Kit stepped closer to me, her jaw visibly tight, "The best part of our little conversation? Is when she told me she is waiting every day to for the day when she can attend my funeral."
Kit shut her eyes tight, the tears pushing past her lids, "She bought me that drink to help speed things along. Get her to that funeral a little quicker." Kit opened her eyes and looked dead in mine, "Olivia said it with a bright cheery smile." Kit leaned back a millimeter, "I drank the scotch, because she is right. I am nothing more than all of those things she told me." Kit looked down, taking one step back, "She's right." It came out as a whisper, confirming to herself the spiteful words were the only truth there could be.
Kit turned to walk away from me, and I grabbed her for the millionth time to stop her. "No she is not right, Kit. You are none of those things. I know the truth, I know you are a strong woman who has fought for the last two years to find her way out of a situation she had no control over from the beginning. You followed your heart then." I paused, "Follow your heart now." I closed the distance between us by one step, "I am standing in front of you trying to tell you that there is at least one person who would be devastated to even think about attending your funeral." I swallowed the tension in my body at the simple thought of losing Kit.
Kit chuckled sarcastically, her anger building back up, "It's all just words, isn't it Claire? Spiteful words, hopeful words, loving words." She gave me a hard stare, "But in the end they are just words. Words that cut deep and do nothing from stopping me to see the dirty hard truth." Kit cringed, tears rolling down her face, "The truth is, you should let me go before I ruin your life like I have so many others. I don't deserve to be loved, Olivia was right about that as well."
I looked in her watery hazel eyes, took a deep breath and charged her. My hands sliding along the sides of her face, pulling her into me as my lips met hers in a hard, forceful kiss. If she was going to walk away from me like this, I wanted to make sure she knew what she was giving up.
The kiss caught her by surprise, but her body responded for her. A soft moan fell across her lips as they opened wider for me. I ran my tongue across her bottom lip, tasting the sweet and bitter traces of the expensive scotch and held Kit as I pressed my mouth harder against hers, feeling the tip of her tongue meet mine as her hands went to my waist to hold me. When I felt her fingers dig into my hip through my dress, I couldn't help but moan into her mouth. Kit returned the kiss, a little more aggressive than I had started. When I felt her teeth sink into my bottom lip, I flinched and from the delicious twinge of pain it sent through my body.
Kit's hands moved up to my shoulders, lying flat under my collarbone, she suddenly pushed me away, breaking us apart, forcing my hands from her face. I took a thick breath of needed air, licking my lips to remember the way she tasted outside of the scotch and stepped away. I looked in her eyes, I went to say goodnight, when I saw the dark pupils and an intensity that made my body shiver. She was pissed and something else I couldn't pick out "Kit..."
Kit lunged at me, her mouth on mine as we slammed against the wall behind me. I groaned at the impact of the wall and the force of the woman's mouth on mine. Kit kissed me like I had never been kissed before, intense and raw as her tongue found mine. Her hands also finding my hips, lifting them up and into hers, pulling a small whimper from me. I tried to push back, but found Kit to be stronger than I thought. Shoving me back against the wall, pinning me with her hips. She bit my lip again before breaking away, panting, "I told you to never kiss me like that again." Her voice dripped with desire and need. My seemingly unwanted kiss had done its job.
I smirked, pushing Kit back enough for me to move off the wall. I grabbed her arm, twirling her around so her back was to me. I then latched my hands on her hips and slammed her into the opposite wall. Before she could protest, I kissed along her neck, biting lightly as my hands moved from hips down to her thighs.
My fingers slowly gathered the fabric until it was wadded in my hands and I could slide my hands under the edge, running my hands on strong, soft thighs as I bit lightly into her shoulder. Kit whimpered and tried to push back against me, seeking more contact with my hips. I held her still until she complied, hands running over her thighs until the dress was pulled up along her waist. I felt the small lacy cotton boy shorts she wore, and couldn't stifle my own moan as I looked at the transparent cloth. Giving me a taste of what was underneath.
Kit's hands were pressed against the wall, trying desperately to push against me, wanting more. I pressed my body against her, flattening her against the wall as my hands came around the front, my fingers grazing her flat stomach and the heated skin just above the waist of her cotton shorts. I kissed slowly from her shoulder to the back of her neck, my tongue drawing slow circles under each kiss. Feeling Kit gasp and whisper my name. I smirked as the ache in my body tripled, I kissed and bit lightly along her shoulders as my hand on her stomach dipped lower. When I felt how wet Kit was, I had to close my eyes. I had only wanted to tease her, now I had to finish what I obviously started.
I drew my fingers slowly against her through the cotton shorts, forcing Kit to lean back harder into me, her hip making contact with my aching desire for her. Making me suck in a sharp breath, I had to shift away from the contact to stay on course. I pushed her back against the wall, my free hand moving from her waist, covering her hand and pressing it flat against the wall, silently telling her to stay where I wanted her. I pressed my breasts into her back, making her turn her head slightly to look at me. As Kit was about to utter a plea or my name, I slipped my fingers past her waist band and dipped into the warm wetness. As I felt her chest rise from taking her breath away, I paused, enjoying the way she felt on my fingers.
Weeks of built up tension and back and forth led to this. If anything I wanted to enjoy this moment of pure control over the woman who had controlled my heart from the first look. Kit wiggled against my hand, silently begging for more and I honored her silent please. I slid my hand further down and entered her with two fingers and set a slow rhythm at first, letting her hips move to match my movements.
I knew it wouldn’t take long by the way she had clenched around my fingers the second I slid into her. I picked up the pace, my thumb rolling slow circles around the hard nub as my fingers went deeper. Kit slid her hand out from under mine, slamming mine under hers as her fingers dug in between mine. Her hips moving faster as I felt her getting closer to release. I had to stay focused on Kit, as I was also moving closer to coming myself just from the sounds and movements she was making.
Kit came hard around my hand, squeezing my other hand so hard her knuckles were white. Unintelligible curse words tumbled from her mouth as she shuddered and panted against the wall. I drew my hand out slowly, making her shiver from my fingers grazing very sensitive spots. I pulled my hand free from under hers and removed my body from hers, giving Kit room to slowly roll against the wall and turn to look at me, breathing heavily, sweating and flushed.
I went to straighten her dress, suddenly nervous I had gone a little overboard, when Kit grabbed my wrist. Shook her head and pushed off the wall and pulled me forcefully down the hall and to my bedroom. Kit threw me into the room, slamming the door behind her. Making me flinch in anticipation. The look in her eyes telegraphed payback was coming my way.
Kit stood in front of me making direct eye contact as she reached behind her, unzipping her dress to let it fall from her body. I involuntarily licked my lips when I saw she was not wearing a bra, her full breasts and erect nipples were begging to be touch. Kit hooked her thumbs into the sides of her underwear and drew them slowly down her thighs I wanted to kiss immediately, and I started towards her to do just
that.
Two steps away from her, Kit's fingers dug into my chest stopping me where I stood. She shook her head and in a raspy voice uttered, "My turn." I felt my heart race at the simple two words and their implication. Kit dropped her hand from my chest and walked closer, reaching around me as I watched her breasts graze across the fabric of my dress.
She slowly unzipped the dress, strong hands coming up to my shoulders to push the dress off, letting it fall to the floor in a rumpled pile. Kit's eyes and smirk told me she was eager to see I was not wearing a bra and that I was more than aroused and ready by the way my tiny underwear damply clung to my body. She ran her hand down from my collarbone, to the side of my breast, her fingers grazing the underside. I leaned forward, wanting more from her. Kit stepped closer to me, her breasts pressed against mine as her hands held on the side of my face, directing me to look in her eyes.
What I saw in them was a different Kit. Not the petulant child from the hallway, or the sheepish girl I caught more than a few times staring at me inappropriately, but a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and finally understood she could have it all if she just let it happen. Kit leaned up, ghosting her lips over mine, making me tremble. Kit's tongue flicked my swollen bottom lip, swollen from her bites, "Claire, do you want me?"
I looked down in her eyes, the question was not surprising. It wasn't even a question, it was her asking me if I could forgive her for her past and right the overturned world where the Olivia's wanted her existence to cease. I reached up, my hand finding her chin to pull her up to look at me more. "More than anything I have ever wanted in my life, Caitriona."
Kit smiled as tears threaten to fill her eyes, pulling me into a searing kiss that ended too quickly and left me with my mouth open. Kit laid kisses down my neck, over my collarbone and down the middle of my chest before her hands came up and covered my breasts, palming them as if they were made to fit only her hands. Her thumb distracted me as it rolled over a nipple, making me flinch as the sensation shot lighting down to the middle of my body, making me squeeze my thighs together to ease the ache and make this last longer. I was so mesmerized by her thumb, that when her hot mouth covered my other breast I almost lost my legs, forcing Kit to grab my hip and hold me up as she continued swiping her tongue slowly over my nipple.
I tangled my hands in her hair, pulling away the few pins that held it up in the conservative up do she had started the night with, letting the soft red hair fall free and brush softly against parts of my bare skin. I held my hands in her hair, holding her against my breast to encourage her to stay there, but she didn't. Kit released my nipple with a wet noise that made me moan and look down at her.
Kit smiled, moving kisses back to the middle of my chest, moving lower as she went to her knees. Kissing my stomach with a wet tongue that sent shivers of electricity through me each time it met my skin. Kit kissed along the top of my tiny blue panties, pausing to rest her forehead against my stomach as she saw how ready I was for her to take her turn. "God Claire." I pushed my hips forward, telling her what I wanted, what I needed from her. She grabbed the edges of my tiny bikini underwear, pulling them free from my body. I didn't get a chance to step out of them when I felt her soft lips kiss against the inside of my thighs, her hands moving up with the kisses, parting my legs apart gently so she had more room. I looked down and met her eyes as she moved to the middle, her tongue finding my warmth, drawing slowly along my wetness. I gasped hard and forgot to breathe as my eyes fluttered at the feel of her tongue pushing deeper into me, slowly and intently. I reached down again, hands in her hair and held her against me as her tongue moved faster, only slowing down as it found the hard swollen nub begging for more. I pushed my hips harder down on her, rocking them back and forth as she held onto my thigh with one hand. The other slipping between them, and when her two fingers dipped into me, I stopped all movement to hold back the orgasm threatening to take over my body like an avalanche. Kit stopped with me until I moved my hips again, having recovered enough to keep from coming right then.
Kit picked up the pace, her tongue matching the movements of her fingers. My hips bucked out of control as the need for release became desperately needed, my fingers dug into Kit's hair, making her whimper against me at the sting of nails digging into her scalp. Kit's tongue glided up to cover me, her fingers pressed up and against the perfect spot inside me and I felt my entire body clench as the orgasm hit like a tidal wave. I half moaned, half screamed out her name as I shuddered against her, nerve endings all going off at once as my vision blurred and things went hazy. I let go of her head as I felt my body want to collapse from the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through my veins. I went to fall forward when two strong arms caught me, holding on as my body continued to shake and convulse of its own free will.
Kit held me as I recovered, running her hands over my hair and quietly asking if I was okay. I laughed lightly, tucking my head against her shoulder, taking a few deep breaths before straightening up and looking in her big hazel eyes, I ran my hand down her hair, holding the sides of her face, "If that is your payback, please tell me what I have to do to piss you off more?"
Kit grinned sheepishly, leaning into my hand. "Claire, I'm..."
I pressed my fingers against her lips to silence her, shaking my head, "No, you don't need to say it." I moved my finger, kissing her softly, "I love you Caitriona. That's all that you need to worry about from this day on." I smiled, running my thumb over her lips before it turned into a smirk, "However I am upset with you?"
Kit furrowed her brow, "Why?"
I sighed dramatically, "I have wanted to peel you out of that dress since the moment I saw you in it." I looked over at the red dress in a pile on the floor, "I don't think that is going to happen."
Kit laughed, stepping out of my arms, "The night is still young." She scooped up the dress, holding it out to step back into it, "And I would hate for you not to get what you want anymore." She threw me a seductive stare as she zipped up the dress. "Come and get it Senator."
I bit my lip and groaned as I walked slowly towards her. This woman would be the death of me and I was more than happy to let her.
Chapter 19
I hung up the towel I used and straightened the one Kit had attempted to hang up as she left the bathroom before I. Kit was now passed out in the bed, her hair still damp from showering together, actually showering at the end after almost an hour spent groping each other under the water.
It was only a quarter to one in the morning, but felt much later. I covered my chilled upper half with a thin long-sleeved shirt followed by a pair of thin sleep pants. My hair was dry enough I could tie it up without worrying about it drying curly and wavy.
I walked over to Kit, sleeping harder than I had ever seen her, tangled up in pillows and blankets, content and seemingly at peace. Our evening continued after I did indeed get to peel her out of that dress. Intense, aggressive sex turned into slow love making that carried on for hours. Discovering bodies that we both hid under our clothes, only to leave the bed or the edge of the bed when we both became so hot and sweaty we were forced to move to the shower. That was where I finally had to chase her away, not because I wanted to, but because at the start of our final attempt to set some sort of record for first times together, Kit held onto me as the hot water cascaded around us, slumping lovingly in my arms, nowhere near as energized as she had been in the first handful of rounds where we both tried to one up the other on who could be the dominate one in the bedroom.
She just held me, her head resting on my shoulder, too tired to do anything more other than hand me the shampoo. Kit protested half- heartedly when I told her to go back to bed, until I turned the cold water on her, making her yelp and jump out of the shower, grinning and shaking her head. I found Kit to be irresistible naked and I could barely contain myself or my need to touch her everywhere, but she needed to rest. The night had been a long and emotional one for the both of us, one that had almost been our end.
I had
promised up and down I would not do this back and forth with her again. It was a promise I knew I would break because of how much I had fallen in love with her and that's why I held strong and firm with her. The last kiss in the hallway was a last kiss, it was the last kiss I would ever give to that Kit, and I knew it. Throughout the night of physical discovery, I caught the look in her eyes. The one of letting go in the name of a love that would carry her further than she knew. In turn she was giving herself a chance and giving herself over to me and flawed or not, I would have her. She would not heal from her past in one night or a couple of weeks, I understood that. I could only be there for her and guide her when she needed it.
I pulled the covers up over her. Kit was only wearing her tattered Purdue University t-shirt and nothing else, telling me she only got far enough out of the bathroom to grab the discarded t-shirt from the other night and collapse into the bed. Falling into a deep sleep in less than two breaths.
The time on the clock blink 1:10 a.m., my stomach growled for me to feed it. I smirked and poked Kit lightly, testing how dead asleep she was before I followed through on my sudden idea for food. Two pokes and a shake, and the redhead made no move, no sound and no change in breathing. I left her to sleep away the night and ran quietly downstairs, dialing my number four contact in the cell phone. As it rang I felt sneaky, sneaky as I did when Davidek and I were teenagers and we would steal his mother’s fresh handmade doughnuts and some whiskey for our coffee before morning.
Nina answered in three rings, "Oh Blondie, you lucky I am open for another forty-five minutes or I would ignore you."
I laughed, "I know, but I am starving, ravenous for some of your best almond chicken." I heard Nina cluck at me like my grandmother would when I was being a little misbehaved in her presence. "You want two orders of the usual?"
"Yes and an order of the sesame chicken." I heard her pencil scratching away, jotting down my order.
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