“I… I think so. I do believe you. But why would you even want me now?”
“Why would I? Like you even have to ask that,” he groaned.
Peter tried to gather me in his arms, but I shifted my stance, my back pressing into his chest as he curled his arm around my waist, his warm breath dotting my hair as he pushed a few stray strands behind my ear.
“Maybe… if I had just given you a chance… you could have told me all this forever ago,” I said.
“That would have been nice,” he admitted. “Because I have missed you. More than you know.”
“I think I have some idea, Peter, because I’ve missed you, too.”
Sliding around to face him, I kept my eyes lowered but dared to bring my arms around his neck. In the space of my embrace, he sighed, and I felt his smile against my brow as he tightened his hold.
“Well, I didn’t want to force you or anything,” he said. “A million times I started to track you down. But I kept telling myself that it had to be when you wanted to see me. And now you’ve called.”
“Actually it was Danny,” I corrected him.
“Like you didn’t put him up to it,” he teased. “I can see right through you.”
“No,” I teased. “Maybe you can see through the sheet but…”
“It’s not half as sheer as your sexy white number. And I’ve been living off of the memory of what’s underneath for far too long,” Peter said.
“I’m pretty sure that we can fix that.”
As I removed my arm from his neck, I eased him away with a gentle push and basked in the feel of the sunlight hitting my shoulders. Biting down on my lip, my eyes moved up his lean limbs, and my body grew even warmer under the sheet as I saw his excitement growing just below his waist.
“Might serve you right if I kept you waiting a little longer,” I said as I deliberately took my time removing the sheet. Revealing only one breast, Peter kicked of his shoes and stripped off his shirt.
“Not too much longer,” he warned. “Or I might have to rip it away myself.”
“With your bare hands?” I asked daringly.
“Or maybe my teeth. Take your pick.”
My head spun with the possibility of his bite hitting the soft fabric and leaving me completely vulnerable to the entirety of his touch. Tilting my head to the side, I beckoned him closer with a curl of my finger. He was at my side in one sure step.
“I’ll take your mouth,” I said. “I’ve missed that, too.”
“Your wish, Caroline...” he whispered.
His hands moved to my hips and my head slid backwards as he nipped at my breast. His tongue circled around my nipples as he started to tug the sheet away from my eager flesh. His lips swirled down the length of my body, taking the sheet with him. As soon as the fabric hit the floor, I kicked it aside and fell into his waiting arms, his hands moving up the backs of my legs. His touch came to rest on my sensitive, quivering rear. He pressed his hands into my skin, and I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head as he reached between my legs and eased his fingers into my moist opening.
“Oh god…” I moaned. “I’ve missed that the most.”
“Really?” he asked, his lips crushing against my neck as he drove his fingers deeper, my body blazing as waves of sweet sweat started to roll down my neck. Peter pushed his free palm into the small of my back, making me powerless to every aspect of his touch.
“I don’t believe you,” he said as he started to abandon my body. Desperate to keep him close, I frantically grabbed his hand and struggled to keep him inside me.
“Why would I lie?” I said as I twisted my head from side to side. “I…”
“Like you didn’t miss this more,” he said gruffly.
Losing his belt, his fingers moved to his zipper. With a gentle pull, I saw his piece glistening and throbbing in the light. Licking my lips at the sight of it, I started to bring my touch to the hard tip when he pushed his finger to my watering mouth and tilted his head to the side.
“One good turn deserves another,” he ordered. “Help me off with my pants why don’t you?”
Eager to honor his request, my longing hands started to pull the slacks from his taut thighs when he cupped my chin in his hand and laughed.
“Teeth,” he said. “I want to know what it feels like.”
“Careful what you wish for, Peter,” I tempted him.
I started to fall to my knees. The vibration of his hips aided the cause of my mouth, and in short order I had his perfect body unwrapped for my inspection. Nipping at his well-toned calves, I bit down harder at the feel of his hands buried in my hair. Moving up the length of his limbs, I stopped short at his piece and kissed him there. My lips parted around him, and I was ready to take him into my mouth when he pulled me to my feet.
“All the time in the world for that,” he said in a husky voice. “I think we both need a little mutual pleasure first.”
I offered no protest as he lifted my body off the floor. Clutching his neck, I wrapped my legs around his muscled torso. Finding his mouth again, I claimed his lips with a series of quick kisses. His tongue swirled around mine, and I squealed in delight as he lowered me to the couch.
“Should I keep you in suspense?” he teased as he hovered over me, his knees digging into my hips as he stroked my cheeks and palmed my breast.
“I… I don’t see how I can stop you,” I whispered. “But… but please, Peter.”
Laying in agony, I took some comfort in the return of his mouth close to mine, but even as I savored his kiss, I ached for more of him, for all of him. Peter’s lips slowly left mine, and he reached between my legs with a sly grin.
“You feel ready to me.” he asked. “Now?”
My tongue was too tied to speak, and I could only nod against the cushion as he leaned forward, his lips light and warm against my cheek before his mouth moved to my ear.
“Then let’s not waste another second.”
He entered me with supreme skill and ease. As each inch worked its way inside me, I moaned my delight at the feel of Peter possessing me, and my pulse raced at the feel of him throbbing inside me. Absence made more than the heart grow fonder. I felt as if he was taking me for the first time, and my trembling hands moved to his hips to bring him closer.
“Yes,” I whimpered. “I… oh god… that feels good.”
Rocking against the feel of his piece as it consumed me with sharp tingles, I arched my back, inviting him to drive harder. He silently obeyed my order and fell into my body, his hands caressing my sides as his mouth suckled my tender breasts. I wanted more of his fingers, his lips. But the hard flesh grinding against my fervent essence trumped the rest of his touch, and I tightened my legs around his lithe frame. Taking my cue, Peter gripped a handful of my hair and flipped me over as he held me close, his piece driving deeper as he fell to his back. As I collapsed into his broad chest, my lips bathing his tight flesh, I clenched my muscles around his piece and moved over him with panting breath as he stroked my legs. As he leaned forward to kiss my knees, I found his hands and held each palm tight to the point where I might break through his skin and shatter his bones. Peter groaned wildly. Shooting up again, he forced me to my back.
“Take me,” I whispered. “I want you. I’ve missed you so… wait. What are you doing?”
As Peter suddenly held my hands over my head, my eyes went wide, and my heart sank to the pit of my soul as he released me from his most precious hold. His piece was slick and still throbbing as he lingered above me, a curious smile crossing his lips as he spoke fast.
“Promise me that you’re not going to go away from me again.”
“Of course not. I…” I panted.
“And please mean it,” he said, his voice cracking ever so slightly around the words. “I was going crazy without you. I can’t do that again.”
Looking into his eyes, I waited for his next move. He had me under his body, trapped by the hardness of his piece and the promise of his hands. I was ready
to say anything to bring him back to me, but I held my tongue as I took note of the desperation in his stare. He wanted more than words; he needed to know, to be sure. Lowering my lids, I turned my head to his arm, my brow pressing into his wrists.
“We… we don’t have to make love,” I said, even as it hurt to form the words. “But I’m not going anywhere. I swear to you.”
Pushing his finger under my chin, Peter turned my face back to his. I reveled in the feel of his hand moving up my cheek, and when his touch settled into my hair, he leaned closer.
“Look at me, Caroline.”
My eyes fluttered open, and I saw the hurt in his face falling away like a mask. In its place, there was only his smile, his gaze brimming with hope as he gently kissed my nose.
“Thank you,” he said. “But why would I want to have you this close and not…”
As soon as his voice trailed off, Peter pressed all of his firm length back inside me with one grand thrust. I screamed in ecstasy, my body buckling. With no way of knowing where his flesh ended and mine began, I just met his eyes and pushed up against him as he thrust deep inside me. Hearing the music pulsing from the other room, mirroring the beats, I started to strain forward, longing to take even more of him inside me as if such a thing was possible. But under the force of his throb, I was too weak to make the move.
“Here,” he crooned. “I’ve got you, Caroline.”
Peter helped me to sit up slightly, to feel more him. Now his thrusts were lighter, sweeter, perfectly in tune. I moaned at the sensation of the feel of his body against mine, his cock inside me, his arms around me, and when I felt sure that he was about to relinquish his desire and make me forget what it was to wait, what it was to be without him, his body hit pause.
“Caroline?”
Suspended in his hold, my lips trembled as he brushed the damp strands away from my face, his eyes smiling into mine.
“Are you ready?”
My mind screamed around the feel of his hands, the cry bubbling at the back of my throat when his mouth slammed into my lips. Desperate to feel some part of him moving, I curled my tongue around his, nodding against his kiss as his fingers traipsed down my back. His hand hit my rear, and as he pushed my body into his, our lips parted.
“Peter, I’m ready. Please…”
His next kiss was light, and I held my breath when his passion burst inside me. Unable to stay silent, my head fell back in a joyful moan. Wanting the moment to stretch to the ends of time and space, I summoned the strength to curl back to his chest. Digging my nails into his shoulders, I writhed around his piece. Peter stayed hard inside me, the stream of his lust flooding my insides. I felt sure that it would go on forever; that this moment would never end. When it seemed like he had no more to give, I felt tears of contentment mingled with sorrow springing forth from my eyes.
“Come here,” he said gently. “Come closer.”
Staying inside me, Peter turned to his side and pulled me into a warm embrace as we fell to the sheets. As I watched him catch his breath, I gently stroked his cheek, my lips on his brow as he finally moaned into my shoulder and nuzzled my neck.
“Stay with me,” he whispered. “We… we have so much time to make up for.”
Unable to do anything but nod my head, I smiled at the realization that he wasn’t going anywhere, that I could still have his body, his hands, even after the moment of passion had passed.
And I had his eyes. I felt as if I could lose myself in his dark pools and never find my way back to the surface. It seemed like a good place to get lost, to drown, and I pressed my palms to his chest as he held me in a strong embrace.
“We do,” I agreed. “And no more surprises?”
“Only the good kind,” he grinned.
My curiosity piqued, I started to speak when he cradled my face in his hand and kissed my eyes.
“And I’m going to keep you safe,” he said. “In plain sight.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
With a reluctant sigh he finally pulled out and away from me. As much as I hated to lose that part of him, I still had his hands as he lay beside me, his fingers running through my hair as he spoke.
“You’ve been hiding, Caroline. Haven’t you?”
“I… yes,” I admitted.
“Look, I told you that I wouldn’t make another move without your consent. And I didn’t. But Sabrina’s? This place? Why can’t you go home?” he asked.
Hanging my head, I started to whisper into my chest when Peter made me look into his eyes. Even as I trembled, I felt safe in his hold, and I managed to speak.
“You… you don’t know my father,” I started. “Defying him to stay with you had consequences.”
“But you did it anyway.”
“Yes,” I said with a light nod. “And… in spite of what went down afterwards, make no mistake. I would do it again.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” he smiled.
His kiss was sweet against my lips, and I reached for him as he sat up and stepped away from the bed, my mouth watering as I watched his graceful strides back to the window. In one smooth movement, he retrieved the sheet from the floor, and as soon as he fell back to my side, he wrapped both of our bodies in the discarded fabric and held me in his arms.
“Pay no mind to consequences, Caroline,” he said as he stroked my hair and kissed my cheek. “You’re with me now. And you’re safe.”
Settling into his embrace, I listened to the beating of his heart and felt his breath calming in his chest. Other parts of my body still longed for harder parts of him, but I felt protected in his arms as they tightened around my shoulders.
“Guess I have been living like a gypsy,” I confessed. “But I didn’t know what else to do.”
“I know, I understand,” he said. “But you’re going to come home now. With me.”
Lifting my eyes to his, I started to shake my head, desperate to speak when he silenced my voice with a fresh kiss. Forget the drowning man on the canvas, I was the one sinking into the unknown. But it was cool and quiet under the imaginary waters. Could I really stay there and never know another moment of sorrow or fear? His touch was tempting, his lips more so, and when I pulled away from his kiss, Peter was already nodding his head, obviously expecting me to mirror his move even as I held still.
“I… I left everything I have behind,” I said. “All those things that are precious…”
“You just tell me what you need most, and I’ll send Brett to get it for you.”
“Flower deliveryman by day, cat burglar by night?” I teased.
“Nothing like that,” he assured me. “My man will make his moves in the light of day.”
“I… I don’t know if I like the sound of that.”
My body trembled anew at the thought that my father would confront Brett and use a show of force to get the answers that he required most. Not that Brett couldn’t take him; I felt almost certain that he could. But there had been more than enough scuffles.
“No,” I said. “I don’t want you to do that.”
His face darkened and started to fall when I took his chin in my hands.
“Peter?”
“So are you going to leave me after all?” he asked sadly. “I thought you said that you…”
“Don’t do that,” I cautioned. “There’s no way that I’m going back on my promise.”
The corners of Peter’s mouth lifted into a smile as I kissed him quickly and ran my fingers down his neck. Sighing into his shoulder, I held him closer and whispered into his ear.
“Guess I’ll just have to be your gypsy,” I purred.
“My gypsy… I like the sound of that,” Peter answered with a laugh.
Our mouths met again, and he held the back of my head with his hand. My body moved with his as he fell back to the bed. As soon as I was on top of him, I felt sure that he would slip inside me again. But he just caressed my cheeks and smiled skyward, his eyes dancing in every direction as he studied my waiting f
ace.
“My Gypsy,” he said. “But no more wandering for you, my love. Because you are coming home with me.”
“Yes, sir,” I murmured as I kissed him gently.
Peter pulled my lips away from his face and sat up quickly as he fingered the sheet.
“Of course, you will need some new threads,” he continued.
“Wouldn’t you rather just keep me in nothing at all?” I teased.
“Hmmm. Now that is tempting. But that’s just for me. But when we go out…”
“Do we have to go out?” I whined.
“Maybe I’ll want to show you off from time to time,” Peter said. “And when I do, only the best will do for you.”
Resting my head to his chest, I listened to his heart and grazed my nails down his back, my cheek curling closer to his skin as I spoke.
“I’d be more than happy to just be with you,” I said. “You know; all that lost time.”
“There’ll be plenty of moments for us to keep catching up. Starting right now,” Peter said with a grin.
Taking my hand in his, he lowered my touch to his piece. He was hard again, and smiled as I started to wind my limbs around his body. But before he could enter me, there was a light rap on the door.
“Oh!” I sighed. “Who’s that?”
Ignoring his nakedness, Peter charged forward like a man possessed. As he rushed towards the door, I wondered if he was expecting Swanson again, backing out of what he had assured me was a solidified arrangement. Or was it… could it be my father? Had he tracked me down to Danny’s without my knowing? I cowered under the sheet as Peter flung the door open.
“Hey, I… whoa!” Danny spluttered.
Danny averted his eyes and held his face in hands as looked away from the loft and struggled to focus his gaze on anything else.
“Fuck!” he wailed. “So sorry. I… it got kind of quiet. Guess I thought it might be a good time to…”
Sensing his total embarrassment, I pressed the sheet around me and stepped to Peter’s side. Stretching to the tips of my toes, I lightly kissed his cheek and pointed towards the window.
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