BLUE ICE (ICE SERIES) (27 page)

              You are smiling like a fucking lunatic princess!
Would I ever accept that I was missing him like a maniac, that I wanted him stealing my privacy and that the only thing worthy in my day were his texts?
Yeah right! Maybe in another life…

              I hated Thursdays, they seemed to be in my way towards the weekend, but that Thursday was different. In fact it wasn’t, but everything changed the moment I entered my office. A little blue box was waiting for me in the middle of my desk. I had always said that true love comes in a blue box with a white ribbon, this certainly was not true love but my stomach was full of stupid butterflies, well, really of nervousness that produced physical reactions that felt terrible.

              Since I hate surprises and gifts were never up to my taste,
yeah I know that sounded really bad,
I decided to text him before opening it.

             KATHERINE: THANK YOU! IT IS BEAUTIFUL, YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE BOTHERED…

              It was a simple, generic response, the words you say to anyone who buys you a gift.

             DYLAN: OPEN IT KATHERINE.

              How the hell does he that?
Maybe it was not beautiful, maybe the box was empty, it would make sense since this was not true love. I didn’t know why, but now I was even more nervous about opening it. With trembling hands I undid the ribbon and opened the box. Inside the little blue bag was a single cultured pearl pendant and a round diamond on top of it, hanging in a simple white gold chain.

              I was speechless, I was thinking of buying it for myself, but of course it cost a small fortune. What shocked me the most was not its price, but the fact that he knew I wanted it, I had been wanting it for a long time. Just as I was starting to freak out, my reverie was interrupted by my phone.

              ‘Katherine.’

              ‘Mhmm.’

              ‘You opened it.’ Listening to his voice was so comforting, that’s why I answered with monosyllables so I could hear him more.

              ‘Yes.’

              ‘Do you like it?’

              ‘I love it.’

              I could hear his smile, even when there was only silence in the other line.

              ‘Put it on.’

              I put it around my neck, it was beautiful but almost invisible, it was completely attached to my body, hidden behind my clothes, but yet so present.

              ‘It looks amazing.’

              His commanding self made his appearance. ‘Is it behind your clothes?’

              ‘Yeah.’

              ‘Great, I want it there.’

              Don’t ask, don’t ask.

              ‘
Why?’

              ‘Because I want you to always wear it.’

              ‘Thank you.’

              ‘I’ll be there soon.’

              ‘I know.’

              ‘Miss me, even a little, ok?’ This sweet man, was never adorable, until he was and shook my world.

              ‘Mmmhm.’

              ‘Bye Katherine.’

              I hung up stunned. Not only for the gift, or his words, but of what they had made me feel. Of course I was missing him, of course I wanted him back, but it was something else, something I couldn’t recognize.

             
Chapter 22

              Friday was D- day, it was the moment of the revelation. I went home after work, ordered my habitual pizza, and watched as much TV as someone can without getting bleeding eyes. After dancing to an old Rod Stewart video and jumping around my bedroom, I fell over my bed and stared at the ceiling. Something was bothering me, after analyzing my entire room I noticed it was Dylan’s smell, it was all over my bed and it drove me crazy.

              Moment to think what I was really feeling. Of course I liked him, any straight girl, gay guy, smart animal would like him, he was what scientists would call “objectively attractive”, some golden ratio should be involved in that attraction. His description was the perfect match to my infinite list of requests in a man. So yes, I was accepting it, I liked him, not that he would ever know about it.

              But then, something else was there, in my body, like in a physical reaction. Emotion, and since everyone thought I was a heartless bitch, emotion was not in my repertory. Closing my eyes helped, the only thing I was thinking about were his hands on me, his mouth on my mouth.
Mystery solved darling! You want him! WTF!
I WANTED HIM! I wanted his kiss, his hands, his touch. But it was something more, I needed him!
You are sooo fucked up baby!

              My initial reaction was to act like always, numbed, not letting him know I wanted him. But then that particular line of thinking hadn’t gotten me anywhere for the last 25 years; so a stupid thing came to my mind. I had only a couple of hours before he would get to NY.

              So the idea of wearing my jeans and pink shirt was dismissed, my new black Victoria Beckham dress was the right thing for the night. V neck, black silk and wool blend dress, backed with a lace and satin bra. It was obscenely tight and dangerously short, but I wanted to give him a reason to call me Long Legs. The perfectly visible zipper that covered the entire back of the dress was just a plus.

              I looked in the back of my closet for the lingerie I had bought at a bachelorette party. A Stella McCartney nude bra covered with black lace, with a little black bow in each strap; matching briefs. Black lace Agent Provocateur suspender belt, and lace top net stockings. If I was going for a slutty look, I was going to do it well. I dressed my hair in that sultry Victoria’s Secret runway kind of way, all bangs in my face, soft curls in the tips. Pearl earrings as always and my new solitary pearl. To top it all off, my nude Loubis.

              Of course, I covered myself with a Burberry trench coat and put my hair in a bun. I wasn’t sure of what I was going to do when I would meet him, but at least I was sure I would be looking fine. Joe took me to Berkeley’s apartment, but it was empty. I would have to wait for him which gave me enough time to freak out. How was I thinking he would react? I was just looking slutty, not hot, maybe a little fat and the stockings were just too much.
Shut up and wait!
To distract myself I researched the apartment.

              It was beautiful and posh, but yet so clinical. No personal references, no pictures, no mess, no Dylan. Just when I thought this could be a fake apartment I found a picture, it was in his night table, yeah, I went that far, his parents were in it with him. He looked so happy, so innocent and relaxed that I wondered how I could make him feel like that again. He was so young, and so absolutely beautiful in it, I would have had the biggest crush on him if we had met then. He was right, his mother shone, she had the most beautiful smile, one that I knew well, it was the same smile of Dylan. And his dad, he was responsible for those perfect blue eyes. I wanted to steal the picture really bad. But my brain won the battle and I put it back.

              I decided to stop being nosy and sat down at the table watching the city, shaking like a crazy woman. I had lived in this city my whole life, but it seemed really different from these windows, it was Dylan’s view and I was having second thoughts about my stupid plan.

              I couldn’t see the door, but I knew exactly when he entered the apartment. It was not the noise, it was his energy, his smell, just his Dylan thing.

              He didn’t talk, just walked to me and put his arms around my waist, his face over my shoulder.

              ‘God, I missed you.’

              ‘I missed you too.’ I whispered still watching through the window.

              ‘So the lady can say it.’

              I put my hands over his.

              ‘The lady can do many things.’

              I stood up and turned around to see him, the distance that the table provided gave the perfect dramatic effect when I loosened my hair and opened the trench coat.

              His jaw hit the floor, his eyes were dark and he was licking his lips.

              ‘I forgot to take my coat off.’

              ‘Katherine…’

              ‘Yes.’

              ‘You look…I…how…Oh God…’

              I walked to him, my knees shaking, this was the most nervous I had been in my life. I put my finger over his mouth hushing him. I kissed his cheek, in that, too close to his mouth kind of way, then the other side, and went to his ear whispering.

              ‘Dylan…I want you.’

              That was all he needed, he took me in his arms and kissed me like a mad man. Moving, biting, licking, sucking, tongue, lips and his heart beating like a wild machine. He laid me on the sofa, staying on top of me, one hand on my neck, one on my hip, as he liked.

              He stopped kissing me and stared at my eyes deeply. He was corroborating I was there, trying to see if I was serious about my declaration, but mostly he was trying his limits. His doubts went away when I pulled him to me by his tie and bit his lower lip.

              He stood up, carrying me with him.

              ‘What are you doing?’

              ‘I need you in my bed.’

              He walked to his bedroom and I decided I was already too involved, this was my chance, I needed to speak my mind. My dirty, kinky mind.

              ‘First against the wall, then your bed. I have on something you’ll like.’

              ‘Oh doll…’

              He put me against the wall and started kissing me, I took his hand in mine and put it over my right leg, sliding it up. His hips crashed with mine when he felt the garter. He moved my face with his hand, stopping our kiss and looking my eyes.

              ‘I want to see you. I want to see you now!’

              ‘Sit down.’

              He sat on the bed and I straddled him, but instead of making contact with him I kept myself up with my knees. I took his hand and put it over the long zipper. Without losing eye contact I undid the zipper with his hand. He took my dress down to my hips and gasped when he saw the lingerie. My eyes were fixated on his reactions, everything was fine until his eyes went down. I remembered how fat I looked without clothes, maybe if I would ask him to shut the lights, he would, he was too turned on to give me a reason to leave.

              ‘You are wearing it…’

              ‘What?’

              His fingers were on the pearl, barely touching it but sending shocks all over my body.

              I looked down to his hand. ‘Yes, I am.’

              ‘I want to see you like this forever.’

              ‘You haven’t seen me complete.’

              I stood up and let the dress melt on the floor. With a heart attack face he took me in his arms and carried me back to the bed, his hands started exploring my legs. One finger, just outlining my legs in the slowest pace. His finger went to my hips, then my waist, my ribs, my boob, my neck and stopped on my face.

              ‘You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.’

              I kissed him, he was being rough as always, but also sweet, maybe he had really missed me, because he was all over me. He started again, this time with his mouth, kissing me slowly, every place his finger had been at. Taking him by surprise, I turned him around, now I was on top. I kissed him backwards from his own tour. First his face, his mouth, his neck, his perfect pectorals, each rib, his abs, and then I licked his hipbones. If I were a little braver I would have gone down, but I wasn’t , so I came back to face him, though my hand stayed down.

              I grabbed him, slowly at first and watched his reaction. He started breathing fast, but his eyes were on me, he didn’t look down, just stared directly at me. Hand up and down, up and down, feeling the heat beneath the fabric between us. I knew he was big, like good big, but having him in my hand made him seemed even bigger. He took my hand and whispered in my ear.

              ‘I am not coming anywhere but inside you.’

              And with that he kissed me, more strongly this time, he bit my neck and sucked my skin as if he was hungry, a different kind of hunger. His hand undid the garter and started taking each of the stockings off. His left hand was cupping my breast and just after the stockings were off I removed his tie and undid the first three buttons on his shirt, but I didn’t take it off, I went for his pants instead.

              My bra and the garter accompanied the already dismissed clothes. Kissing me, his hand went to that perfect place where he could control me. I started feeling heat through my veins.

              ‘Say it again Katherine.’

              ‘I want you Dylan, I want you now.’ His hand was moving, and my hips started on their own rhythm. ‘Take me…now Blue Eyes!’

              I took his shirt off and his briefs, my knickers were the last barrier between us, but they were already conquered. Distracting me with rough kisses he entered, he had already prepared the conquest, this was just the raising of the flag. With one hand on my hips and other on my neck he lifted my back from the bed, getting himself deeper. I gasped from pain and the best sensation in the world.

              ‘Put your legs around me.’

              As I did it, he was even deeper. This was too much, our faces were just millimeters apart, my breast was completely dug into his chest, both of his hands were gripping mine and he was as inside of me as anyone could be. He started moving, for the first time we didn’t kiss, we just stared at each other. Both of our breathings were crazy, but we knew what we wanted, testify what we provoked in each other.