Locked once more(Book 2)

Chapter 7

The way he whispered my name, something about that tore me up inside. It was as if the whole world had shifted into another. My first instinct was to push him against the wall; he opened his eyes, gazing upon me. And I can see he's getting excited in a good way. He has no idea how bad I want him. And I tried to contain myself.

He places a hand on my face, pulling me closer to him. I can feel him and how much he wanted me. It was the same as me. His kiss sent shocks through my body. And I was too wrapped up in my feelings to care about anything else. I had forced myself to use some birth control. But Derek liked using the wrappers to be safe. He reaches up, still kissing me, and grabs a wrapper from the caddy in the corner. It was convenient. He puts it on, never breaking out a kiss.

"Addison, I want you now," he said. I nod into the kiss. He turns us around, so I'm standing between the two bars. He lifts me for a moment; he's positioning himself until I feel him. He feels amazing. Sending sensations up my body. I place my hand on his shoulder as he reaches up to kiss my mouth. He was bringing me down to kiss him.

"Addison," he moans. Softly. I am a moaning mess. I can't help it. He feels fantastic to me. And every movement gets me closer. He starts moving faster.

"Princess, I'm about to finish," he said. I nod. Knowing I am getting closer, too. He rolls his head back. I was giving one last good thrust before I released.

He lets me off. He is smiling as he pulls the wrapper off. That was amazing. If anyone says shower sex is awful, they would be lying. Derek throws the wrapper in the trash and grabs me, holding my head in his arms close to his chest.

"I love you," he said. He wraps my arms around his torso and gets comfortable.

"I love you too, Derek, always," I said. He sighs, knowing we must hurry before his mom and dad arrive. Or stepdad.

When we finish showering, I wrap my towel around me with a towel on my head. I walk into the room; Derek is getting dressed. He dried quickly. He puts his clothes on, looking in the mirror we had next to the closet. He clears his throat. He looked bad-ass. And it was turning me on again. He did that to me a lot lately. After our first time together, he had this hold on me.

I started dressing, wearing a simple red dress, which looked beautiful. It was knocked high, but the arms stopped between the shoulder and upper muscles. It was simple, but I loved it. It gathered a bit right below the waist. It was beautiful. I hadn't worn a dress in a long time. I walk into the bathroom, getting ready to dry my hair. I plug in the blow dryer.

"I'll wait for you; I'm just going to call Mom and see where they are," he said from the room.

"Okay," I say before turning the blow dryer on. I crack the door so he can hear better.

My hair takes up to five minutes to dry. I'll get my flat iron out to straighten my hair by then. I placed some oil in my hands, running it through my hair before straightening it. Once that was done, I put some light foundation on my face and did an everyday natural look for my eyes—medium brown on the bottom and top. And I put some mascara on. I wouldn't say I liked to dress too fancy. So this was me. I brush my brows, and then I give myself a look in the mirror. My lips were naturally pink, so I left them. I walk out while Derek is talking.

"Mom and Walter are on their way; they just left the airport, so we should be."

He stops as he looks at me. He seems stunned like he's starstruck.

"You look beautiful, sexy if my mother wasn't on her way," he stops biting his lip. I can tell he likes what he sees.

He would have gone two Rounds with me, and I was getting hot, too. I was pretty sure my panties were wet. And I would have to change them. He walked over to me. Grabbing me behind my back and closing the gap between us. He knows what he's doing, though. Because he smiles before he kisses me again. I was excited for this. He was going to tease me; I knew it. His hand travels from my back to my lower butt. The other is playing with my inner thigh. He was teasing me badly.