Furious Hearts

chapter forty five

Heart thumping, palms sweaty, legs wobbly, breathing unstable; nervous. With an additional horniness, Gina struggled to compose herself. After sending Eddie away via his mother, the man had done just that. Stayed away. Out of respect for her decisions and feelings or because he simply didn't care anymore? Gina wasn't quite sure thus, the immense assortment of feelings. Heaving deeply, she lurched the keycard into the slip and swiped. She retrieved it and shoved it inside her purse. Damn, not knowing what to expect wasn't thrilling when you were on the receiving end. Now she understood all those business people who'd traded with her carefully; on their tippy toes.

Walking past the foyer and into the hallway separating the living room and a flight of stairs leading to the gym, she went into the living room which was empty. Another flight of stairs connecting the living room and the bedrooms floor was her next destination. She thought she'd just check the kitchen later. After checking the bedroom and finding it empty, she retracted her step back downstairs. The kitchen it was. He had to be there. She was taking her second steps towards the kitchen when a familiar sexy, deep baritone filled the air.

"Looking for something?"

It was a little bit low and knackered but no less entrancing, luscious and panty-dropping. Just like that the arch where her thighs meet, moisturised. Well, if she wasn't counting the time she'd been driving there and kept fantasizing about their last time. It had been two long weeks and she was contemplating forgoing the reason why she came, well topmost reasons; which were two, for reason number three. Which entailed: acting like a loony, slamming him to the nearest flat surface and having her wicked way with him. Now.

"Well..."

He needed to shut up before she executed those dirty, reason three thoughts. She twirled around and her breath hitched. Not the view she was expecting.
There he stood with his hair wet; lips lustrous- like he'd just licked them; his upper powerfully built body naked with beads of sweat and water- she couldn't explain how she told the difference but she did; the taunting bronze-hard abs shimmering like they had just been oiled; his hands were expertly bandaged and the right carried a water bottle. Grey sweat shorts hung perilously low revealing the V trail of inviting mystery. She wanted to solve the mystery. Now. When her eyes finally finished unabashedly ogling his finely sculpted, muscular legs and halted at his white sneakers, they went back to his face. A damned taunting smirk curved on his lips. There was heat threatening to swallow her. He was close. Dangerously close. "I... You... We need to ta_"

Hot, wet, delicious lips attacked hers. Something fell with a thud and then another. What? She couldn't tell. She couldn't bring her brain to decipher anything else other than an Adonis was worshipping her lips, dedicatedly... Her hands came up between them, not to protest but to caress his bare chest encouragingly. She met him halfway as his warm tongue stroked her mouth masterfully. She moaned into his mouth anticipation building. More, she wanted more.

He explored every corner in her mouth leaving nothing unattended to. His bandaged hand cupped the nape of her neck firmly leaving no room for escape. She didn't want to anyway. His other hand gripped her leather clad thigh tightly, possessively. He nudged it up and she complied too dazed by his practiced oral ministrations. Sweet heavens her core was angled perfectly into his unmistakable bulge. She humped herself wantonly. Her hands clawed into his bare back demanding retaliation. Friction. Release.

He cupped her bottom, Cue, she jumped and circled her legs around his waist. He sighed a little. Goddamn weight! Her arms clung to his neck as his mouth assaulted her neck in welcomed brutality. She hadn't realized they'd moved until he perched her up the kitchen counter.

He'd missed her like crazy during those two weeks she'd avoided him. He had trusted her and his instincts that she'd do as she promised. She would go to him. And she had. Looking like a Christmas gift wrapped in so many gift wrappers. Ones that he'd take pleasure in unwrapping. She was more beautiful than he remembered. There was an unusual glow on her skin and some additional weight. Her thighs seemed a tad more fleshy and damn, he wasn't complaining. He'd eat her like his last supper.