CHAPTER447
My breath quickens, warmth opening deep down inside me at his touch, at his kiss, and I know without hesitation that I will let him peel this off completely and make love to me, and not stop one bit of it. I want him, in every way, and would never regret anything he could ever do to me. I trust him this way and know that he would never hurt me by doing this. I want this with him.
He pulls back slightly to suck on my lower lip sensually, kisses me deeply, passionately, with a lot more intensity as he probes my mouth with his tongue confidently and I groan. He feels better than good, tastes like heaven and he peels apart the rest of my robe, skimming my body hungrily as he does so. Singing a path of eruptions so divine my toes start curling. His inhibitions gone from still being slightly drunk, fueled by tonight’s emotions. There’s a fire within me, an urging so strong to have him all over me and inside of me.
With his blood pulsing fast and body stirring in the same way mine is, hardening where his groin meets mine, I can’t ignore his growing erection. It’s clear he wants me too, the way his hands run over my back and shoulders and slide around my waist to pull me into him, tilting me back as though he just can’t get close enough. Pressed inhumanely, inch to inch as though he wants to absorb my body and soul. There’s no doubt that he wants to have sex with me too.
His mouth leaves mine, lips traveling to my throat, igniting hot warm sensations that make me close my eyes in complete surrender. He trails soft sucks and kisses downwards, fluttering warm caresses on my neck, a hand coming up to brush away my hair from where he wants to devour me, then trails down my breast. Cupping it firmly before leaning in to capture it with his mouth instead. I groan, lost in complete sensual euphoria, tingles exploding in my toes at what he’s doing to me. Opening like a flower as his teeth graze my hardening nipple. My body erupts as he sucks me into his mouth, erotically, and I moan under my breath in ecstasy at this intimate touch. I almost melt to goo as I surrender to him completely.
“Arrick?!?!” Natasha’s shocked voice drags us apart quickly, spinning to catch sight of the girl standing in the open elevator in wide-eyed heartbreak. A pale shocked pallor as she stands rooted to the spot, igniting the same effect as a massive slap to my face.
I drag my robe closed, reeling in shock, and from the weightless way my body feels, pulling it around me as Arrick regains control of his senses. His eyes focus hard on her and he seems to visibly shake himself. His face that of shock, instant sobriety, and the sudden realization of guilt.
She’s holding his phone, and what looks like his wallet in her hands, tears brimming to the surface of those big doe eyes as she stands in open-mouthed pain.
Arrick seems frozen, still standing a foot from me, unable to tear his eyes from the devastation on her face and I stand numbly, unable to find words. All the while pulling my tie around me to close the robe, with shame flooding me, heating my skin from toes to roots as we take in what just happened.
“How could you?” Natasha breaks first, looking from him and then to me accusingly, like this is a double betrayal and the words stab me in the gut. I look down in shame, tears stinging my eyes that I could do this to anyone, even her. This isn’t who I am.
She throws his phone and wallet loudly on the floor out of the elevator, so it crashes and slides ungracefully across the marble, tears blinding her as Arrick hesitates. I see his body shift from the corner of my eye and glance up at him, lost in so many torn emotions. His eyes flitting from her to me, and back, with doubt as to what he should do. Temporarily mute. I can almost see his brain self-imploding and life unravelling in the worst kind of ways. Arry was never good with extreme drama.
The doors start to close on her, and he moves with lightning speed, indecision gone, crossing the floor in seconds, and slamming a hand between them so he can squeeze through. I watch like it’s some slow action replay, and just gawp like a numb fool. Heaviness coming over me as I realize he’s running after her.
Then they are both hidden from view as the chrome doors close behind him, and I’m left standing, unsure if it will open again, or if they will both just disappear and leave me here like this. Shame and guilt coursing through my body in a river of self-doubt.
I stand motionless, panting and half sobbing, unsure what to do or what to feel. My body visibly shaking as it sinks in fully. I watch as the lights of the elevator move from still to then indicate it’s going down and stare numbly as heavy pain slices through my heart, a small voice in my head somehow finding its way to me.
He still loves her enough to chase her.
That speaks volumes."
