Knowing that I was not going to be able to hold on much longer, I moved my hands over. “Strong shoulders and arms are wrapped around me. Your chest is solid, and it makes me want to bite it. Down here…” I paused as I smoothed my palm down his body, all the way to where he was nestled deep inside of me. “Down here, I see you and can feel you, hard, veiny, and throbbing, as you sit here so patiently. Your entire body is tense, and you feel like if I even breathe wrong, you might explode inside of me.” Once again, I tightened my inner core around him, and I heard his harsh breath. “I see you taking me fast and hard any second now, and I can’t wait.”
That was when he moved. His whole body grew taut and tense as his muscles bunched, and I found myself lifted and pressed flat on my back as he wedged his cock even deeper inside of me.
“Guess you breathed wrong, then, because I can’t wait another second to fuck you,” he rasped.
It was as though he gave himself permission to let go, and everything came crashing down. He pushed my knees up high against my breasts. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought he was kneeling as he thrust into me one time after another, each a little harder and a little deeper, stripping away any coherent thoughts I had left.
“You’re so fucking unbelievable. How are you real?” he demanded with a forceful thrust. “Let me tell you what I see, Beauty.”
He pressed my legs high and wide against my body, and on each solid flex of his hips, I felt my breasts shift and move.
“I see your eyes—those beautiful but frustrating eyes—looking up at me and offering everything I fucking want. I’m going to take it,” he growled in a voice I hardly recognized. “I’m going to take everything you’re offering and more. I see your body laid out before me. You are open, vulnerable, and so fucking sexy that I can’t help but want to own it.”
My breath was out of control at this stage. His words and movements seemed to be stealing from me something I would never get back as his mouth touched mine. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling on it before biting gently.
“I see you and I becoming one.”
With my legs pulled up between his chest and mine, he drove his hips hard as I arched up.
“Now. I want you now.” I screamed out. He chuckled, and I added boldly, “And don’t tell me no.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he responded against my mouth.
His lips left mine, and his hands gripped my shins. He fucked me hard, just as I had predicted he would.
I’d heard about people falling in love, and I’d heard about lust. What I had never heard of was this all-consuming need to be inside another human being.
I felt this desperate compulsion to become one with him.
This was desire. This was craving. This was what it felt like towant.
Closing the journal, I shut my eyes in a desperate attempt to control my breathing.
It is becoming increasingly clear to me that Chantel was just as enamored of Phillipe as he was of her. If this last entry was anything to go by, the relationship seemed to take a turn for Chantel after she moved in. That’s when things started to get intense. It also appeared to be the moment when he changed and started to become more mysterious—well, to me, anyway.
Another question I want answered is,What happened that morning?
Somethinghappened—that I’m certain of. Something happened before he went to lie down with Chantel. Something that made him react in a needy way.
Yes, that’s it.I stand, moving to the window, as I think about that for a moment. He seemed needy that morning with Chantel, almost as though he needed her to want him, and in the end, she did. More than she ever had before.
A knock on the bedroom door startles me out of my thoughts. I make my way over to it, pulling my robe around me. When I find Phillipe on the other side, I’m shocked. He hasn’t been anywhere near my room since I arrived, and now, it has been two days since I have seen him.
As usual, the sight of him makes me agitated in some fundamental way. It usually starts with desire, before it quickly morphs into confusion.
He’s dressed in jeans today. They seem odd on him because I’m used to seeing him in his usual black slacks, but they look good paired with his blue hoodie. His appearance is throwing me off guard. Today, he just looks so normal, everyday, all-American, but there’s nothing normal or everyday about this man. He exudes the sensuality of his father’s heritage as easily as he breathes.
His eyes track down over me, and I’m made very aware of what I’m not wearing. My armor. My business clothes.
“Good morning. I thought I would come and get you myself. It seems you’ve been avoiding me,” he says as he steps forward, not waiting for an invitation.
Then again, this is his house. Why should he wait?
“Morning,” I mutter.
I turn and watch him move farther into my room. I tightly clutch the robe around my body, and I have to actually stop myself from laughing at my own ridiculousness. The man has seen me naked. He’s touched me naked.
“Was there something you needed?” I ask, waiting for him to face me.
