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Chapter 33. Butterflies.

I park the car and follow him to the elevator. He presses the top floor button and I then press first floor as well, when I see that he has no intention to do it for me.
The elevator stops and he tells me to meet him up, to his apartment in half an hour.
"Aren't you tired?" I ask him.
"For you? Never!" He says giving me a small peck on the lips.
I smile and I get off the elevator, but he stops the door from closing and he follows me out, grabbing me from the waist and pushing me against the wall, cupping my breast with his hand and sticking his tongue in my mouth kissing me like a cave man.
"I can't wait for half an hour." He says, while picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.
"What are you doing?" I scream while laughing.
"I am kidnapping you." He jokes and gives me a slap on my behind.
"Ok, I will be a good girl and follow you, with my own free will. Put me down." And a snicker escapes my mouth.
Once in the elevator, he puts me down and takes my chin in his hand, coming so close I can almost taste him.
"You promise?" He gulps.
But before I answer, the elevator door slides open and I ran out, taking the stairs, down, laughing in a witty way.
"Be back up here in 30 minutes or you will be punished, I warn you. Oh, and take the elevator down, as this is the 40th floor." He shouts in the stairwell which causes my laughter to grow even louder.
I take a nice long bath, soaking in the water, knowing he will be here any time now, as more than forty minutes have passed since he gave me the time limit warning. I left the door unlocked as there is a 24h guard at the entrance of the building, so I am not afraid, someone might intrude my apartment, well, besides him that is. But he is an intruder that is very much welcome and I would love to have him breaking and entering my heart, anytime he liked.
I was soaking in the water for too long and it was turning cold, so I get out and wrap a towel around me. I want to go to him, but I also don't want to be all over him, being afraid of the possibility that he will get easily tired of me and I don't want that, not prematurely at least. I call Alicia to discuss some details over his schedule for tomorrow. Only seeing it, makes me dizzy and I am wondering how he can handle with seeing so many people in one day. I find the routes on my application and I save them.
I know I should eat something, but I don't want anything really. I was a little disappointed that he didn't come running after me. He seemed to be in a playful mood, only moments ago and it's been almost 2h since then, so what could have gone wrong?
I was internally debating with myself whether I should just go up to the 40th floor, or if I should play hard to get, if he still wanted to get me that is.
Without realizing it, I must have fallen asleep, as I woke up to his soft kisses.
"Am I dreaming?"
"I am sorry, I wanted to give you space, but I couldn't hold myself any longer."
"I wanted to come to you, but I didn't want you to get bored of me, as you were with me, most of the day."
"One day doesn't have enough hours to satisfy my need to be with you." And there it goes again, my heart is performing a private little concert of its own and I throw myself in his arms.
He makes sweet love to me, slowly, sensually and I enjoy every second, every heartbeat, every breath. Now I know I am not thinking I am in love with him, I AM most certainly madly, utterly and unconditionally in love with him. I love everything about him, his beautiful eyes that would make me melt by a single glance, his full lips that would provoke my thirst for his kiss, his body that was inviting me to explore every well formed muscle of it and above all his heart that was now pounding even faster than mine.
Yes! I loved him, too soon, too recklessly, too dangerously, but I couldn't care less. I was in love and love never had anything to do with time, logic, preparation and scheduling. I knew that well.
"Can I sleep here tonight?" He asks in the softest voice possible.
I don't answer his question, but I rest my head in his arms, feeling my heart's scattered puzzle pieces now reassembled and I kiss him softly on the spot where his heart is.
"Claire?"
"Hmm?" I murmur.
"You must eat."
And I make out a negative noise.
"You can sleep right after." He says while kissing my head.
"Stay here." He orders and abandons me there all alone, now feeling cold.
As soon as he leaves the bed, I come out of my sleepy state and I get up, putting my pajamas back on, then picking my hair into a messy bun and taking a seat on the couch. I know he went out to get food, so I set the table and I pour myself a glass of white wine, that I found in a cupboard. It tastes good and I manage to get half of the bottle down, by the time he walks in, holding two plates in his hands, still wearing only his sweatpants and slippers.
"Where did you get this? Did you cook it?"
"No, I don't cook, sorry. I wouldn't know how to boil an egg. My housekeeper always prepares food for me before leaving, just in case I want to eat in. So although this is reheated, I assure you it's going to be good and most importantly it's safe enough for you to eat it, as I wouldn't be able to guarantee your health, if I was the chef behind it."
I smile and I point towards the table. We ate and drunk another bottle of wine, which made me a bit dizzy and added to my previously good mood and sexual desire for him.
It wasn't about the sex, it was more about the need of a constant physical contact, my body being perfectly aligned with his and the feeling of his firm muscles against my soft skin, making a perfect contradiction. It was all about his fingers fondling my every inch and his lips kissing mine eagerly but yet gently, tempting my emotions to rush into greater things, that scared me but at the same time I was so grateful of having them.
"Claire? Why are you smiling?"
I say nothing, I get up and I sit on his lap, wrapping my arms around him, our foreheads touching and then after an intense minute of staring in his Caribbean sea eyes, I start kissing his lips in the slowest, softest way possible and making his heart rate rise, feeling perfectly satisfied with his reaction.
"You will be the end of me." He complains while fisting my butt and pressing me against his hardness.
"You are my beginning." I say to him while a tear escapes my eye and he wipes it away with his thumb while smiling brightly at me looking like an angel.
"I am so sore" I chuckle.
"All I want is to sleep with you in my arms. I promise if you let me, I will behave."
"The thing is I can't promise you I will also behave, so I think we should call it a night."
"Fine!" He grumbles and tightens our hug, resting his head against my chest refusing to let go.
"Just give me a minute to record your heartbeat, so I can press 'play' when I am all alone in that big cold bed of mine."
"Oh, come on! This is low!" I tease him while standing up from his lap.
"It was worth a try" He jokes and leaves me with a kiss on the head.
I am in my bed, feeling very proud with my intoxicated self restraint. I had to take control of things and slow down the pace, as rushing love, never ended up good or promising. Now things were different than yesterday, now I had realized I had fallen in love, so I will claim him with everything I have.