He carriedme into my apartment and slammed the door behind him. I pointed to my room, and he walked over, not taking his eyes off me. His lips touched mine as we entered the darkened space, and he sat me on the bed. My heart was in my mouth. All the times I'd imagined him in here, the years I'd longed for him to look at me the way he was right now. He kicked the door closed with his feet, and I was grateful that my roommate was staying at her boyfriend’s tonight. I reached for a lamp, switching it on creating a glow which accentuated his gorgeous features. He looked at me like I was a mirage in the desert.
I laid back watching him perform a slow strip for me. My breath hitched as I watched his clothing fall to the floor. This was the last thing I had on my mind when I saw him at the bar, but I had absolutely no regrets. He stood before me, an Adonis, all mine. He climbed onto the bed and lay down beside me.
"Your turn," he whispered as he flipped me over, so I was straddling him. He peeled off my t-shirt before unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans I lifted up, sliding them off me, along with my underwear. I was thankful I was wearing a half decent looking set. He gripped my hips, lowering me onto him. I gasped at the feel of him in me. I’d fantasized about this moment for so long and now that it was finally here, it was even better than I imagined. I looked down at his green eyes as I started to move. He cupped my breasts, and I moaned, arching my back, taking him further into me. He felt so good. I grinded my hips, losing myself in this moment. He gripped my hips and started rocking me faster, lifting his hips to meet my movements. There was nothing gentle about this, it was all hunger and need.. He moved his hand between is, circling my clit until an orgasm tore through me, unravelling me before his eyes, tears streaming down my face. He wiped them away and flipped us so I was under him.
“I’ve missed you, Tara.” he hissed as entered me again. His movements slow and sensual as he moved inside me, “You’re beautiful, so beautiful.” He circled his hips created the most intense sensation. He kissed my neck then bent to suck on a nipple. I shuddered and started to move my hips in sync with him.
“Faster,” I whispered. And he obeyed, thrusting into me harder and faster, building a rhythm he lost himself in. And with a few more thrusts, he was groaning into my neck as he found release,
I looked up at him spent. He lifted off me, and I curled into his side not caring to shower or even move. I just wanted to stay here forever, in his arms. A place I have always belonged. Before I knew it, I was drifting off to sleep.
Chapter 10
Tara
Present Day
Ishould not have slapped him, but he frustrated me. Maybe working with an old flame was not the best idea. I had made so much progress since he'd started treating me, and I knew that it was part of his job to push me, but whenever he did, I felt like he was controlling me. It didn’t help that every time I looked at him I remembered the past. I sat in the garden, staring out at nothing, tears burning in my eyes. These were angry tears. How dare he say what he did?
“Got something on the mind, Tara?” Tilly looked down at me, quirking a brow, taking a seat on the bench nearby.
"Not really," I responded, looking away from her. She had this way of seeing through me, which I disliked.
"I did see the slap, you know. Just pretended I didn't."
"So what, am I supposed to be sorry for it? He provoked me, he always does, pushing and pushing. He's always done that."
She looked at me, questioningly.
I sighed. “I know Jude We kind of grew up together until he and his family relocated to London.”
“That all?” She said, smirking.
"Fine, we had a thing when I was in college. But it was a once off, we both knew that my place was here and he had to go back to England and be with his family. A year later, I was married to someone else."
Her eyes widened. “You’re married.”
"Was." I corrected her. "It isn't something I want to talk about."
"Jude is just doing his job, you know, trying to get you well enough to leave this place."
“I know that, but it’s just not as easy as he makes it out to be.”
"Tara, he has been doing this for years, and I have no doubt that he would never do anything he didn't think you could manage."
I looked away from her stern gaze. I should have known she would take his side.
"And before you go assuming I don't understand, remember, I, too, want only what is best for you."
I nodded reluctantly.
“You sit out here a little more and think about thingsrationally. She gave my shoulder a soft squeeze and left me to my thoughts. I looked up at the sky, the sunshine making my skin feel alive. Maybe Tilly was right, and I should give this a chance. If only my heart and mind could catch up with my intentions. I wanted that, but thoughts of inadequacy and failure filled my mind.
* * *
When visiting hours arrived,my sisters made their grand entrance. Alicia always came with baked goods for the other ladies and me, and Annie offered us her makeover skills. Martha May loved the attention, lapping it up. The other two ladies graciously accepted the cakes or cookies then settled back into their beds.
The door flung open, and Connie's husband barged in. By the look on his face, he was unhappy about something or other, as he stormed to Connie's bedside.
