Morgan, Nicole - Intimate Confessions [Intimate Temptations 2] (Siren Publishing Allure) (11 page)

“Damon, get her a cool cloth,” Zach instructed as the bodyguard quickly did as he was asked.

“Derek?” Sandi whispered in a shaky voice.

He hated how her voice sounded so weak.

“Yes, honey. I’m here. I’m right here.”

“I thought you left.”

He took the cold washcloth from Damon and started wiping the sweat from her dampened forehead. “I know. I came back though.”

“Derek, maybe it would be best if—” Zach was cut short by him.

“Get out. Leave us alone now,” he snapped at the two men.

He hoped Zach and his bodyguard were not stupid enough to argue with him. They needed to leave. He had to be alone with her. Never in his life had he ever felt that amount of fear before.

“If you need anything, just ask,” Zach said before shutting the door.

Derek looked down at her and breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of her looking up at him. She was wide eyed and looked a little scared, but thank God she was no longer crying.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?”

“You came back.”

“Are you okay?” he asked her again.

“I can’t believe you came back.”

He smiled. “Yes. I came back. I need to know if you’re okay though.”

She shook her head. “I thought you hated me. I thought—”

“Shh…sweetheart, I’m sorry I said those things, okay? I didn’t mean them.” He kissed her softly on the lips. “Damn it, you scared me so bad.”

A tear trailed down her cheek, and his heart just ached to kiss it away.

“Don’t cry. I’m here. I’m sorry, and I’m here.”

She reached her hand up and touched his face. “You are here. I can’t believe you came back.”

Laughing, he kissed her again. “Believe it, babe. I came back.”

Sandi reached her arms around him and held on tight. “I don’t want to wake up.”

“Huh?”

“I must be dreaming. I have to be.”

“Oh, Sandi.” He chuckled. “You’re not dreaming.”

He pulled away from her and placed another kiss on her lips. “Stay here. Don’t go anywhere, okay?”

“Derek, no don’t leave.”

He saw the fear in her eyes once again.

“I promise that I’ll be right back.”

She stared up at him. He could see how truly terrified she was. It broke his heart that he was able to inflict that amount of pain on her.

“I promise,” he reassured her. “Just lay here. I’ll be right back.”

He went into the bathroom and turned on the bathtub water. There was a small container of something which smelled like flowers. He didn’t know much about bubble baths, but he figured it was worth a shot, so he dumped a couple scoops of the small crystals into the hot water. He watched and waited for the bubbles, but nothing was happening.

Sandi stood in the doorway laughing. “They’re bath salts.”

Smiling, he turned to her. “Did I or did I not tell you to stay there?”

She shrugged. “I wanted to see what you were doing.”

“Ah, well, I was attempting to draw you a bubble bath, but I guess salt isn’t a way to do it.”

They both were smiling at one another. It struck Derek as odd. It was as if the past two years of hurt had just drained from his body in that instant of thinking he might actually lose her, and not to another man, but to death.

The thought sent a chill up his spine. So much so that he had to go to her. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her closely and kissed the top of her head.

“Derek, I wish there was some way I could take back everything that I’ve done.”

Still holding her, he shook his head and whispered. “Not tonight. I don’t want to think about anything tonight. I just want to hold you.”

He pulled away from her. “Raise your arms,” he whispered and waited for her to do as he asked.

He reached down and pulled the hem of her negligee up and pulled it up and off of her. He watched as her deep breaths made her chest rise and fall, emphasizing her beautiful, round, and full breasts.

He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bath. Laying her down on one end of the large oval tub, he brushed some stray hairs from her eyes before beginning to undress himself.

Seeing her hardened nipples poking from beneath the water was making him want her all over again. The proof of that was evident when he pulled off his jeans. Sandi was watching. The intent way she stared at him with such need only made him need her more.

He climbed in the bath. “Scoot forward,” he told her and pulled her into him once he was leaning back.

His hardness was pressing against the small of her back. He tried to ignore the urge to be inside of her again. All he needed was to hold her. He wouldn’t use her body like he had earlier.

She leaned her head against his shoulder and kissed the side of his neck. If she kept that up, he wasn’t going to be able to stop himself.

“Derek,” she whispered in his ear, “make love to me.”

“Sandi, babe, you have no idea how much I want to.” He turned his head and kissed her.

Their tongues met and danced for a moment before the kiss turned into a full-on attack of their senses. He was on fire for her. Harder than he’d thought possible after just having her less than an hour ago and wanting to be so gentle. Yet the need to be inside of her tightness as she coaxed and massaged him to orgasm was more than he could handle.

He reached his hands down and lifted her hips. She was startled by the sudden jolt and laughed while holding on to the sides of the tub for balance.

Derek didn’t have to ask her, she spread her thighs apart for him willingly as he brought her down on top of him. Her head dropped back, and they both moaned as he filled her.

“Derek.”

Her voice was filled with pleasure. It sounded so sexy to hear her like that. So lost in the feeling of what they were doing. How they were connected.

Not moving, he just held himself inside of her. She was so tight. So perfect. Kissing her neck, he couldn’t manage to get enough of her.

He jolted to attention when he felt her Kegel muscles contracting around him. “Oh Jesus, baby.”

Slowly moving her hips up and down while continuing the motion, he wondered how his sweet angel had ever learned to move her body in such ways. Quickly, he erased the question from his mind. He didn’t want to know the answer. All he wanted to do was feel. Feel her. All of her.

Meeting her gentle movements, he started to rock his hips. Thrusting deeper and more rapidly than she had been. He heard her moans, not that much different than they’d been just a little while before in bed. He knew she was close. He needed her to come so bad. There was nothing he wanted more than to feel her walls convulse and contract around him with her orgasm.

“Derek. Oh, Derek!” she screamed.

He hadn’t been expecting her to go over the edge quite so fast. Damn if she didn’t take him with her though.

A guttural howl tore from his throat. His mind and body were no match for how good it felt to have her pussy stroking his cock.

Their bodies lay there lax and sated. He was still inside of her. Her pussy was still trembling around his semihard dick. He was so relaxed. His whole being felt so good and at peace being wrapped in her warmth.

His eyes were shut, but he could feel her staring. He opened his and looked at her. Kissing the top of her forehead, he exhaled.

“Are you okay?”

She smiled. “I’m perfect.”

He saw her hesitate for a minute.

“What is it? Did I hurt you?” If he somehow marred this memory by being too rough, he was going to kick his own ass.

“No. I just…well, what now?”

He didn’t want to think about the future. He didn’t want to remember the past two years and all the pain. All that mattered was tonight. Nothing else. Just holding her, feeling her body close to his, and enjoying all that he had missed so much.

“Now we sleep.”

He saw the disappointment in her face. He knew what she wanted. He hated that he couldn’t give it to her, that he wouldn’t be able to promise her everything would be all right. Lord knew if he could, he would.

The worst part was a piece of him, somewhere deep down inside, knew that he should.

Chapter 14

When Sandi started to wake, she could hear birds chirping. Squinting, she opened her eyes to the bright sun slicing between the curtains through the window. She covered them to shield them from the harsh light. It took her a few moments for her mind to catch up until she remembered the night before.

Derek. He had come back for her. They’d taken a bath together. He’d made love to her. She was finally happy after two years of being without him. The memory of being without him for so long and the desperation she felt in his absence jarred her back to reality. She quickly opened her eyes.

He wasn’t in bed with her. She lay still for a moment, listening and hoping he was just in the bathroom, but she heard no sounds. For a brief second, she panicked, thinking it had all been a dream. The wonderful feeling she felt below though told her that he had been inside her, that together they had connected like they once were. Actually, if she were to be honest, she’d admit that last night was better than any night they’d ever shared before.

“Derek?” she called out to the empty room.

She wasn’t sure why she did. Her instinct told her that he wasn’t there. As she suspected, there was no sexy voice calling back to her. A fear struck her. It had been so wonderful lying in his arms. Where had he gone? she worried to herself.

She got out of bed and went to her closet. Retrieving her pink, satin robe that Derek had bought her for the first Valentine’s Day they’d spent together.

Putting it on, she felt a chill of discomfort. So many nights, she had used the silky feel of the fabric to sooth her sadness and envelope her with warmth. It had been one of her many ways she was able to get the heartache to subside she’d felt on so many nights she had missed Derek. Now it left her feeling uncertain and scared. The comfort was no longer there. All she could feel was anxiety.

Where could he be? Why had he left?

The sound of a buzz removed her from her thoughts. She hadn’t a clue where she had put her cell phone. Truth be told, she didn’t remember giving her phone a second thought since she’d arrived at Pleasure Seekers.

She looked around the spacious room and tried to determine where the buzzing sound was coming from. Between the dresser and nightstand drawers and the way she had hurriedly unpacked, she didn’t have any idea where it could be. Just as she was about to start rummaging through the different possibilities, the buzzing stopped.

“Great,” she said aloud to herself. “Now how am I going to find it?”

She shrugged it off, deciding it didn’t matter. She needed to shower and make herself look pretty for Derek. He may have left her after the night they shared, but when she saw him again, she wanted him to think of her as beautiful and utterly irresistible.

The bathroom looked so much bigger and colder than it had last night. It had reminded her of luxury and elegance when she had first set sight on it. After sharing the bath with Derek and the way they’d made love, it made her ache for that warmth that consumed her as she felt his body enter hers.

“Oh, Derek. God, I love you so much.” A tiny tear trailed down her cheek when she made the quiet declaration.

She opened the large glass door to the walk in shower and turned the nozzle. She jumped a little and was startled when several jets of water shot out at her arm from all different directions. A cursory glance showed her there were five in total. One on each of the three walls, one overhead, and a lower one shooting almost upward on the wall with the nozzles.

Her mind couldn’t help but flash to images of what Derek’s lean and taut muscular body would look like with all that water shooting down on it.

With a deep sigh, she removed her robe and let it fall to the floor. She stepped in and refused to let the stinging, salty secretions, which were pushing to break free, from showing themselves and falling from her eyes.

She poured a generous amount of shampoo in her palm and began lathering it all over. In the past, Derek had always loved to smell her hair when holding her. Because of his height, her hair had always met with his nose, and it just became something she could always remember him doing. Almost out of routine or habit, every time she was snuggled against him, she could hear him deeply inhale, and she knew what he was doing.

After scrubbing and thoroughly washing her long hair, she rinsed it and reached for her deep conditioning rinse. Since she had so much hair, she was never the kind of woman who would be able to ever go a washing without something to get through the massive amounts which would tangle and snarl.

Once the conditioning rinse was sitting, she reached for her glycerin body bar. It was hard to not smile at the memory of Derek teasing her the first time he had seen the orange-colored, translucent bar. It had no scent and was a boring rectangular bar which contradicted everything else about her. Her lotions and perfumes all were very feminine and girly, but her mama had taught her the importance of skin care from a very young age.