Dual Eclipse

23

I told him I’d see him tonight, but every tired minute that passes makes me think he isn’t coming. I should be pleased with him staying away, but was I? Not at all. I’d stopped lying to myself a half hour ago.

I wanted the attention of that man. Only his touch ignited a fire in the pit of my stomach. His gaze made me feel wanted and seen. It was scary to trust him, but I’ve made my decision. I’ll try this in secrecy with him. I gave him six months for me to heal. I haven’t heard from my therapist in months. Her line went dead when I called, but I took it as nothing. Our sessions ended long before it started.

Meow.

“I know. I should sleep.”

Meow.

I sighed, pulling Luna into my arms. She forces herself away and takes her spot on her pillow. “He’ll need it when or if he returns, Your Majesty.” The cat purrs, and I yawn. I was so tired, but I couldn’t sleep.

Why was I waiting? It was minutes to midnight, and I’d see him tomorrow, so what am I up for? I looked at the open door, and my belly dropped. I remembered the last time he showed up this time. My gun awaited any danger. Yet, my heated body didn’t seem to ease. Damn it.

He’d tell me to touch myself when he left, and I’d tried and failed miserably. He returned and eased two orgasms from me with just his presence and words. I couldn’t do it alone. My heart sank. I didn’t want to depend on this man. Not at all, and it looks like it’s the same hole that I’m falling into.

I eased my sleeping gown up and bunched it around my waist. The nippy atmosphere touched the plump lips between my thighs. I watched the doorway again. Where was Alexandr? Was he hurt? I didn’t care about that. I desired his body. He would look magnificent on top of me, but I wasn’t ready for that. Hell, that might tear a scream from my throat. He didn’t want to listen to me.

I fought with conflict. I should put on a pair of panties and stop wasting time. My sex clenched. I’d give it another try and maybe be able to sleep. I got off the bed and went to the bathroom. The harsh breath that escapes my chest is pure frustration. Couldn’t I desire a man without having to lose my mind? It wasn’t simple, given my history, but it was time to move on. Soon, we’d have Gamboa where he needs to be, and he needs to see how strong I’ve become.

I shook off the dread and grabbed my negligee to my hips. I settle on the edge of the cold tub and jolt from the coldness. I cursed when the wetness dripped from my swollen pussy and left me aching. Did my body like that? I settled on the edge again, placed one foot near my thigh, and the other stood on pointed toes on the carpet. I was wide open. He still didn’t come.

Enough of him, Vicki! I groaned. You’d swear I was a kid in conflict with stealing a damn dollar from her mother’s purse. I didn’t need Sasha to touch me. Talk about reassurance.

I started with the small globes on my chest. My breasts weren’t large, but they were decent. Sasha liked them, and that was worth knowing at this moment. I move the silk fabric aside to reveal my swollen nipples. The thought of him consumed me. His scent, mannerisms and manliness were boastful, demanding even.