Chapter 144
KATE
We were back at his house. I took a long, hot shower and thanked him for not forcing a conversation, at least not yet. I put on one of his shirts and poured myself a glass of wine from his cellar. I sat in front of the huge windows that I loved, watching a light rain begin to fall. It was a beautiful Saturday. Maybe I should go home, read a book, or watch TV until I fall asleep.
Was he working on a Saturday? What else could he be doing in that office?
"Are you drinking wine this early in the morning?" he asked.
He was standing by the wall next to the office door, shirtless. I looked away to avoid temptation.
"Is it forbidden?" I replied.
"Maryan will prepare our breakfast soon. I'm going to take a shower, but first, I want to talk."
"I don't want to," I said.
I dropped the glass on the floor.
"But we need to. You're upset," he insisted.
"There's nothing you can do about it. It's my problem."
"Get up; let's go to the bedroom."
"You always think that sex solves everything, Ryan?" I rolled my eyes.
"Well, I wasn't thinking about that right now."
Great, now I'm the pervert in the story.
"Are you thinking, little one? If you want, I can..."
"No."
He approached and squatted in front of me, holding my chin.
"I didn't sense much conviction."
I could hear my heart racing and the usual excitement was taking over me. My body always betrayed my reason. I swallowed my saliva.
"I said no."
He smiled and moistened his lips.
"Alright, I'll pretend to believe you."
He sat on the floor. My legs were between his, and he rested his elbow on his knee.
"I'm sorry for earlier; unfortunately, I can't control those kinds of things."
"It's not your fault."
"It seemed like it when you said that I had fucked all of Manhattan."
"I know it's your past... but it's still difficult for me."
"You still can't trust me?"
"I don't know if I'm capable of fully trusting anyone."
Maybe one day.
"I understand. But please think about how hard I'm trying. I really want this, baby. We've been through a lot. I wouldn't be here now if I didn't want this with all my strength. I want you and only you."
"I'll never understand why."
"Don't talk nonsense. You are exactly what I want."
"You're a man who can have everything..."
"You're wrong. If you had rejected me, what could I have done? I would probably have a shitty life right now. Completely fucked up. Don't you understand? You mean everything to me. You are everything I need."
His words seemed so sincere; he was looking into my eyes. When had we gone from hate to this? When did I stop being just sex and become so important in his life?
Now, he said these things as if they were natural and didn't carry tremendous meaning. It scared me. It reminded me of everything we had been through in such a short time. How did we get here?
I got on my knees, lowering his legs, and sitting on his lap. "You always manage to surprise me."
I kissed his lips slowly before deepening the kiss. I grabbed his shoulders, sliding my hands down his arms and scratching his back. I felt his erection brushing against my thighs. I slid one hand inside his pants and held him in my fingers, moving slowly. He broke the kiss, with an expression of pleasure and agony.
"Don't tease me. Should we go somewhere else, or do you not mind if Maryan sees me fucking you hard on the floor?"
I kissed him and stood up. He did the same. I smiled at him before running to his office, entering and closing the door, locking it right after. I heard his footsteps and saw the doorknob move in an attempt to open the door.
"Open it, baby," he said firmly.
"You need a cold shower, Mr. Ryan." I laughed, leaning against the door.
"I told you to open it, Kate."
"You can imagine what I'm going to do here in your office during your shower."
"Do you really want me to break down this door?"
He wouldn't be capable of it, would he?
"As much as I wish to have you inside me all the time..." The doorknob turned persistently; I thought it would break. "We should consider what you said earlier, all this height difference, and how rough you are usually with me."
"You know I have spare keys, don't you?"
That really hadn't crossed my mind.
"Be a good boy and go take a shower."
"I'll remember that, Collins."
I heard his footsteps as he walked away from the door. I could almost see a smile on his face.
He was clearly irritated, with a stern expression, as we sat in the kitchen having coffee.
"Didn't you enjoy the cold shower?" I stared at his chin and the tense muscles of his arm protruding from his white shirt.
"Don't provoke me; you push my patience," he said without looking at me.
I got up from my stool, approached him, and making him turn towards me. Our eyes met, and I reached for his hands, placing them on my hips.
"Don't be angry; it's not like I don't want to ride you right now. I just need to recover. You demand a lot from me, and let's admit it, you don't go easy on me."
"Did I hurt you?"
There was concern in his gaze.
"No. I just feel a little tired; a bit of sleep should do the trick."
"Then rest; I have plans for tonight."
"What plans?"
"You'll find out."
"I don't like surprises."
"Rest. I'll take the opportunity to work a bit."
"You really are workaholic."
"And you're no different."
"Compared to you?"
"Go rest. You're right, I demanded a lot from you with the race and the sex."
"Are you trying to say I'm out of shape?"
He smiled.
"Stop trying to argue and go rest." He got up, making me step back, and then he kissed my forehead.
I hugged him, burying my face in his chest and smelling the soap mixed with his cologne. He enveloped me with his strong arms. I took a deep breath. The two of us... it was still strange, but it seemed a little less so. Did he feel that way too?
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