“I can’t.” Her eyes were closed as lust burst within her. “Please,” she begged.
His mouth moved back to her exposed breast and he began to tease her nipple again. His tongue was relentless as it flicked back and forth. But when his lips encased it and began to suck, Gabby moaned and curved into his luscious mouth.
“Please,” she begged. But now she was pleading for something altogether different.
He let go of her with a pop and moved to her other breast. His fingers began their pursuit between her legs once more, and she shifted her hips, seeking a release she was so hungry for.
Kolson recognized her orgasm was right on the horizon, so he slowed the movement of his fingers down, only to prolong her ecstasy when it came.
“Please, I need …”
“Tell me, Gabriella.”
“Please.”
“I’ll be generous with you if you tell me.”
She opened her eyes. His full lips were shiny from where he’d been torturing her nipples. If only her hands weren’t trapped in her shirt, she’d pull him closer so she could kiss him. His tongue poked out and ran across his lower lip right before he dragged his teeth over it. Then he took her lip into his mouth and sucked on it. Hard. She knew it might be swollen, maybe even bruised, but she didn’t care. That tiny action sent her juices flowing, even more than they already were.
“You liked that, didn’t you?”
She closed her eyes, unwilling to face him.
“Gabriella. Tell me.”
When she didn’t say anything, he resumed the motion of his fingers on her clit. Then he slid one inside of her and she tensed up. Was it wrong that it felt so good? She wasn’t exactly a willing partner, but her body thought otherwise.
“Are you going to fuck me?”
“No. Not now. But I’m going to make you come all over my hand. And you’re going to beg me to do it. Now, tell me what I want to know, Gabriella.”
Why was this so important to him?
His fingers stopped wreaking havoc on her sex, and she whimpered. But his mouth moved to her ear and she felt his warm breath when he whispered to her, “I’m waiting.” Then his teeth sank into the velvety flesh of her lobe and he tugged on it as he sucked.
Gabby never had so many different sensations assailing her at once. She wanted to touch him so badly, her fingers tingling with need. She groaned as his mouth bit her neck.
Kolson looked at the image Gabby made. “Damn, you’re one hot lovely piece of sex, all spread out against the wall. But resistant as steel too. To hell with this.” Dropping to one knee, he jerked her shorts to her ankles and buried his face between her legs. The action took Gabby completely by surprise. Shock and then pure electric heat raced from her core straight through her stomach and down to the arches of her feet. She wanted to pull away, wanted to squeeze her thighs together, but she couldn’t. Her blood roared through her veins and it wasn’t long before she felt her muscles clenching, an orgasm fast approaching. She angled her pelvis toward him but he lifted his head and asked, “What did he do to you, Gabriella?”
“No, don’t stop!”
“Gabriella,” his voice urged her on.
“Please, don’t stop.”
“I’ll lick and suck your pussy for hours, if you tell me what he did to you. Just say the words, Gabriella.”
“I’ll never tell you.”
“Oh, you will.” He rose to his feet, rubbing himself on her body along the way. She looked at him and could see the outline of his erection. He followed her gaze and looked down at himself and then back up at her. “It’s all yours. If you tell me.”
“No,” she whimpered.
He stared at her thoughtfully and placed his hand around her upper arm. He dragged her across the room as she tripped behind him, kicking the shorts out of her way as they went. She tried to break free of his grasp, but her arms were still trapped in the shirt.
“What are you doing?”
He didn’t answer as he moved, dragging her behind him through his bedroom and into his bathroom. He led her straight to the shower and she asked herself what the hell he was doing when he began to strip. When he stood before her naked, her mind spun with the idea that no architect, no engineer could ever have designed something so perfect, with those dips and ridges, planes and symmetry. The saliva pooled in her mouth as she gawked at him. He wasn’t just a pretty face. His body was beautiful. Profoundly.
His pecs and abs were so lovely, her trapped fingers twitched as she imagined how his smooth firm skin would feel beneath their tips. She groaned loudly as she dreamed what it would be like to touch him, where her hands would travel. A glint of silver caught her eye and she realized he had one nipple pierced. Oh, how she wanted to put her lips around it. She wanted to flick her tongue across the ring only to hear him moan. Ink decorated areas of his torso, but her eyes didn’t linger for long. They wandered straight down to what was between his legs, fully erect and pointing toward the ceiling. She wanted to touch it, to stroke it and put her mouth on it.
“Are you going to tell me now?”
She wanted to lick him from head to toe, like a giant Popsicle. A cherry Popsicle, dripping in the summer heat. She wanted to slide him inside of her. And ride him. Hard.
“Gabriella?”
God, he was unbelievable. The only men she’d ever seen naked or half-naked (other than patients when she was in medical school) were Danny and then Mitch, her brief college boyfriend. And they hadn’t looked anything like this.
Kolson thought Gabriella must be in a trance because she wasn’t responding. So he took matters into his own hands. He framed her face with his hands and kissed her, pushing his tongue past her slightly parted lips. She responded feverishly; she rubbed her body against his, and tried to wrap her leg around his.
“Not your call, kea. You’re not in control here. Not until you tell me what he did to you.”
She stopped and looked up at him. She then stepped back, panting.
“Why are you doing this? Why can’t you just drop it? It’s none of your business.”
“I’m making it my business. Now tell me.” Gone was the seductive voice; in its place was the Kolson of the business world. Strong. Steely. Forceful.
Pushing the heavy glass door open, he pressed a series of buttons and the water came on from several different heads. Then he pulled Gabby inside.
“My shirt.”
“Is going to get very wet.”
“But …”
He cut her off with a wet kiss as his body propelled her against the wall. Water tumbled over them like a rain shower and she moaned as she felt his cock against the flesh of her abs. She tried to rub herself against him again, but he stepped away from her. Then he squirted body wash in his hand and began washing her, lingering on her breasts. He pinched and twisted her nipples until her breasts felt heavy with need and she begged him to suck on them. But he ignored her pleas. He continued to wash the rest of her instead.
When his hand reached between her thighs, he stopped. He regarded her for a long moment as he debated his next move. Then he quickly sudsed her sex and she groaned, “Please.”
“You know what I want. The choice is yours, Gabriella.”
After he shampooed her hair, he quickly washed himself, leaving her to gape at him. Then he kissed her again. He slipped his hand down to her core and began that sweet torture, almost making her come but still denying her pleasure. This time he took it even further. When she opened her eyes in frustration, she gasped. Kolson stood before her stroking himself.
“All you have to do is say the words and this can be yours.”
She was paralyzed with want and need. She’d never known such fierce desire like she did at this very moment. But was the risk of allowing herself a few moments of pleasure worth baring her secrets to this man, this stranger? Sometimes, though, weren’t those the best people to reveal your secrets to? Maybe she should tell him, have her fun, and leave, never to see him again.
His hand gripped his cock as he worked himself. Up and down. Up and down. She could see the veins and the plump head as he increased his tempo. The thick muscular bands of his abs stood out, leading to a well-defined V, and Gabby knew exactly why God had put it there. That V pointed one’s eyes straight down to where they should be. And it was a thing of magnificence. She had never seen a man jack off before and she was entranced by it. Sexy couldn’t begin to describe what she was witnessing. It was beyond erotic. It was primal.
And at that moment, more than anything, she wanted him inside her, filling her, deep and hard. Her tongue licked the drops of moisture off her lips as she imagined what his cock would taste and feel like.
When he groaned, she did too. Kolson leaned his forearm against the wall of the shower as he continued to pump himself. His eyes never left her, slick hair sticking to her silken skin, arms locked behind her back.
“One day, instead of my hand, this is going to be your pussy, or your mouth, Gabriella. And you will have told me your little secret. But think, I could have relieved your need by now.” His breath sounded as if he were running. Gabby was panting and she was only watching. When his orgasm hit, he groaned long and deep, and a stream of thick creamy fluid spurted up and around his hand. He massaged it on to his cock as he continued to milk himself. His eyes remained on her, watching as she stood there with water streaming down her glistening body.
When he was finished, he walked up to her, his body barely touching hers, and let the water rinse off his cum as he licked her lips. “To think you could’ve tasted it too.” His hand ran down her body and moved to her sex. “You’re as wet inside as you are out. Too bad, Gabriella, there’ll be no orgasm for you today.”
Reaching behind her, he pushed some buttons and the water ceased to flow. He pulled off the shirt, wrapped her in a large fluffy towel, and dried himself off. Then he picked her up and carried her out of the bathroom. Still wrapped in the towel, he laid her on the bed and spread her legs. His hand ran a trail from her throat to the beginning of her slit.
She hissed, “Please, Kolson.” She squirmed.
“Say. The. Words. Gabriella.”
He lifted her leg and bit the inside of her thigh and then sucked on it until she tried to wiggle out of his grasp. Moving to the other thigh, he repeated his actions. She hissed again. Next his mouth landed on the arch of her foot and he scraped his teeth along it until she begged again. A thrill of pleasure shot straight to her core. She never guessed that her feet could be so erogenous.
“Please.”
“Tell me.”
Her iron will finally crumbled and she blurted, “He raped me when I was thirteen and kept on doing it for years.”
“And?”
“No one believed me.”
Kolson stopped what he was doing. What could she possibly mean that no one believed her?
“Repeat that.”
She opened her eyes and looked directly at him. His eyes were so unusual; it was impossible to read them. She pulled her foot out of his grasp and scrambled away from him. The last thing she wanted to see was another accusatory look. So she did what she learned to do best—run. As she reached the den, it dawned on her that she had nowhere to go because she was naked.
“Where are you going?” he asked softly.
Anywhere, away, another planet.
Her back faced him because she couldn’t bear to see the condemning look on his face.
When his hands grasped her shoulders, she nearly jumped out of her skin.
“I’m not going to hurt you, kea. Never would I do that.”
“Perhaps not by actions.”
He turned her around and asked, “Do you think I’d judge you? Is that it?”
She laughed bitterly. “What are you going to do?”
“Well, believe you, for starters.”
“Why? Give me one good reason?”
Gabby stood eyes downcast, straight as an arrow, braced for the blow she expected to come at her.
He tipped her chin up. “Why wouldn’t I believe you?”
She snorted. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because no one else ever did. Told me I made it all up. And then it gave him license to do it over and over and over again. Until he fucking broke me and I tried to commit suicide. My parents even told me I was being difficult and that I had been difficult my whole life. Ever since I was born. ‘You started out as a colicky baby and you haven’t stopped since.’ That’s what my mom told me when they picked me up from the hospital after I did this.” She waved her wrist in front of his face. “I was so damn idiotic, I didn’t even know the proper technique. Too bad they didn’t have Suicide for Dummies.” Her voice cracked with emotion.
Kolson didn’t laugh, because suicide was nothing to joke about. Instead, he pulled her into his arms. “I believe you, Gabriella. I believe you.”
She stood like a piece of wood. But it didn’t matter to him. He still held her.
“Why? You don’t even know me,” she mumbled.
“What do you mean, I don’t know you? I know more about you than you do, it seems. I know you’re a loving, caring individual who gives so much of herself to others and cares so little about herself. I also know you wouldn’t lie about this. I saw the way you reacted to him. That’s not the behavior of someone who enjoys the company of another. You’re frightened to death of him. I knew he did something terrible to you and I guessed it was rape, but I didn’t know for sure.”
“It’s okay,” she said in a defeated voice.
“It’s anything but okay. How many years?”
Gabby lifted her head and looked at him. “What?”
“How many years has he been controlling you?”
“Since I was thirteen. I’m twenty-nine now.”
“Sixteen years. And he was never punished, was he?”
She shook her head.
A steel-like glint shone in Kolson’s eyes.
“He left me alone while I was in medical school and during my residency. He hasn’t been around since college, really. But now he’s back and I don’t know why.”
“Gabriella, your parents are fucked up. You know that, don’t you? You should never have kept this to yourself for so long.”
“I know, and you’re right about my parents. My mom’s an alcoholic who only cares about her bottle and my dad only cares about how people think of him. But at the same time, when your entire family dumps you, it pretty much stabs you everywhere that counts. It fucking shattered me, Kolson.”
“I understand.”
“I don’t think you do.”
“Don’t ever make assumptions about things you know nothing about.”
She tugged herself out of his grasp and walked back to his room. A fatigue so deep had settled into her bones, she couldn’t fight it any longer. Not thinking of what she was doing, or the implications behind her actions, she crawled under the smooth sheets and promptly fell asleep.
Chapter Fifteen
Kolson watched Gabby walk away. He didn’t follow but instead granted her some space. He was curious when he saw her moving in the direction of his room so in ten minutes when she didn’t return, he went to check on her.
He found her in his bed, snuggled under a mound of covers, sleeping soundly. Her face had lost the tension and worry lines. Gabby looked like a teenager with her hair twisted around her and her soft lips slightly parted. Kolson had an urge to run his thumb across her forehead and along that small space between her eyes, which was often lined with anxiety.
There was something else. He wanted to climb in bed and hold her against him. Not in a sexual way, but to let her know she was safe with him. Brushing those ideas away, he went to his closet to get dressed. Then he laid out more shorts and T-shirts for her to wear.
Not long after, Sam buzzed letting him know he was on his way up. He walked in with
a large suitcase and a smaller valise.
“How much more do you have?” Kolson asked.
“Nothing. This is it, sir.”
“I told you to pack for several weeks. She may need to stay here that long.”
“Yes, sir, but this is everything. I emptied out her closet and dresser. And this is it.”
“Everything? In two bags?”
“Yes, sir. But there’s something else you need to know. He was there.”
“In her apartment?”
“Yes, sir. He’d slashed up some of her clothing and left the place in sort of a mess. Not a very bad one, but he wanted her to know he’d been there.”
“That son of a bitch. And I can’t stop thinking that I left her there alone last night. Thank God he didn’t break in while she was sleeping.” Kolson fisted his hands as the muscles in his cheeks twitched. “Sam, did you see him hanging around her building?”
“No, sir. But I didn’t pay attention.”
“Sam!”
“I’m sorry, sir. I guess I was more focused on getting her things out of there.”
Kolson rubbed his jaw. “Sam, when was your last day off?”
“Over six weeks ago, sir. When you had me start looking out for Dr. M.”
“Fuck. Why haven’t you said something?”
“Because I really like Dr. M. and I’ve been concerned about her.”
“Go. Get out of here. Take the next two weeks.”
“Oh, no, sir. I can’t do that.”
“Yeah, you can. Get your brother over here to drive Gabriella around. I can do a lot of it too. Then when she gets situated in a new place, we’ll set up a schedule for her drivers.”
“You sure, sir?”
Kolson’s brows shot up. “Are you doubting my capability, Sam?”
“No, sir.”
Kolson snorted. “Good. Get out of here and I don’t want to see your face for at least two weeks.”
Sam left and Kolson picked up the phone. “Lydia, can you come in this afternoon? I hate to bother you on your day off, but something’s come up. Great. Thanks.”
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