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Chapter 26. Steamy shower

Claire's p.o.v
I wake up, to find myself still in his embrace, as obviously he had fallen asleep as well. Why does this feel so good? My heart is pounding and I don't want to leave this heaven of safety yet. I can't believe I told him everything about Michael. He managed to get it all out from me, at the point he asked me about my baby. I didn't know how to answer that without telling him everything.
I get up from his arms as I find this position I am in to be quite embarrassing. It's still very early, so I leave the room to take a shower. I take all my clothes with me, because I don't want to return to this room, only in a towel.
I know it absolutely makes no sense, but I felt comfortably around him and mostly I felt safe. I am quite relieved really, that I told him what my worst nightmare was, so he could now make sense of my sometimes extremely off and bizarre behavior. He stayed with me last night. I smile at the thought and step out of the shower all clean and squeaky, feeling even more optimistic than yesterday.
The door suddenly opens and he enters. I hold the towel even tighter to my body, thanking my luck for still having it on and I feel my face blushing.
"Oh, I am terribly sorry. It was awfully quiet in here and I thought you left the apartment."
"No, I am sorry I was just taking a shower, but...don't you have an en-suite bathroom in your bedroom?"
"Well, yes I do, but this was closer from your bedroom where I was and I needed the toilet."
"Oh sorry, I will be right out of here."
And on my way out, he grabs me with one hand and pulls me closer. Me heart starts playing the drumroll again and I am worried he might hear it.
"I want to kiss you" He says, his voice laced with lust.
I remain still, looking at him straight in the eyes, as if I am begging for him to do it without the humiliation of me actually asking for it, although I know I made him promise he wouldn't. And as if he is reading my mind, he closes the gap between us and our lips meet in a passionate long kiss. At this point my heart feels like it's going to come out of my chest, as it seems to be very much alive after all. Then I remember I am only in a towel and I back away, but he again reaches for me and lifts me up easily with only one hand, placing me on the bathroom's cabinet, preventing me from leaving again, as well as bringing me closer to his height. His kiss is now deeper and a moan escapes my mouth as I can't believe how good this feels. How good HE feels pressed against me.
Suddenly he stops, and looks at me smiling for a couple of seconds, still holding my face in his arms.
"You smell yummy." He says sniffing my neck, making my body shiver.
Then, I realize that my towel is no longer covering my breasts and I rapidly pull it up, while smiling with my cheeks turning red and he kisses me again, with a smile on his face that I can feel from his lips on mine. A soft smiley kiss that barely touches my lips, but he speaks again while his lips parted only inches away from mine, touching them from word to word, driving me crazy.
"I didn't really want to use the bathroom. I knew you were in here." He whispers literally in my mouth and he again smiles, not removing his lips from mine. I smile back, before jumping off the cabinet and I slide to his left, grab my things and exit the bathroom. I am surprised he didn't follow me to the bedroom and I am debating with myself whether I wanted him to.
I must admit, those kisses had awaken something else besides my heart. I wanted him! I felt my body longing for his and he could have had me right there if he hadn't stopped. Why did he stop? Did he regret it? Didn't he enjoy it as much as I did?
"Breakfast." I hear him say, thankfully interrupting my torturous insecurities.
I exit the room wearing a black mid length dress. My hair is picked up in a ponytail and I have very little makeup on.
"Where are you going." He asks me, while still in his sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt.
"Work. I didn't know you would go in later today."
"Have a sit and relax. It's Sunday."
It's true. It really was Sunday, I completely lost track of time. Yesterday he informed me I had Sundays off, so this was a little awkward.
"Sorry, with everything that was going on, I lost track of time. I will leave right after breakfast."
Ouch! My insecurities are killing me. He stepped back when he could have had me, which I hoped that it was because he needed to go to work and the realization that time wasn't the issue, was torturing my self esteem.
"Oh, come on! I couldn't have been that bad of a kisser for you to ran off on me like that, especially when I know you have nothing else to do. Your body's reaction was telling me you were enjoying my kisses."
"Oh well, I've had better." I smile and I gladly salute my returning confidence, in relief.
"Really? Maybe we should give it another try then." He smirks.
And once again I turn red feeling all hot and bothered. I am thinking they must have medication for this, to save me from the embarrassment every time.
"Eat! You need to gain back some weight. I wouldn't want my driver to faint on me again, especially while being behind the wheel of my car."
I pretend to be annoyed and I put a full spoon of cereal in my mouth while telling him, I didn't need an American male version of my mom, reminding him that I had run away from the English one and I make him smile again.
We finish breakfast and I clean the table, while he gets dressed.
"Ready?" He asks.
"For what?"
"For a New York tour. I'll be your driver for today, if you don't mind."
"Oh don't bother, I have plenty of things to do to fill my Sunday, you don't have to babysit me?"
"But I want to." He says and he grabs me from the waist pulling me closer and this time I am not fighting it, not one bit.
"Unless you want to stay in and do other things." He sultrily says, while lowering his hand on my hips, raising it up making my cheeks rosy again.
"No! New York tour sounds great." I giggle.
"Give me a minute to change into something a bit more comfortable to match your own outfit."
He comes back wearing a pair of jeans and a navy blue sweater, that makes his eyes look more blue than green. It's autumn but the weather is quite chilly, so if we where going to be out of the car walking, I would be freezing in that dress.
I return back to the room feeling the excitement of a little girl going on a her first school trip, when I suddenly see him smashing something, while letting out a rough angry sound.
"What's wrong?" I gently ask him, maintaining the distance between us, but not because I am afraid of him, but because I want to give him space.
"I have to tell you something."
And my heart starts racing but not like before. I didn't know what to expect from him, but I am surely not going to like it.
"Mr. Yang's daughter is arriving in a couple of hours and my dad asked me to pick her up from the airport. Her father is away in Miami and she is traveling with her nanny."
"Her nanny? How old is she?"
"That's exactly what I asked him. She is seventeen."
"What?" I feel like my eyes are going to pop out from my head.
"Isn't this illegal? That poor girl!"
"Obviously, it's not illegal for the marriage to take place when she turns eighteen, which will be soon."
He is still panting and I now move closer to him. I hug him and his breathing gets easier, slowly returning back to normal. He kisses me on the head and wraps his left arm around me, while holding my shoulder with his broken one.
"You are better than my punching bag."
"What?" I ask with curiosity.
He smiles and tightens the hug not answering my question. He then starts kissing my neck, giving me goosebumps. His kiss turns to sucking and there I am again, moaning in his arms, surrendering completely to his touch. He kisses his way up to my mouth and he violently crushes his lips against mine, but he abruptly stops and looks at me panting. I freeze to his reaction not knowing what to make of it.