Positive/Negativity (9 page)

When we were together, I couldn’t get enough of her. If I thought about the long term, I could see the rest of my life with her in it. I couldn’t imagine not having her with me by my side. It seemed crazy because a year ago I would never have entertained a scenario such as this. Now, I had difficulty imagining any part of my life without her present. She fell asleep at my house on more than one occasion, and simply waking in the morning with her there was more than pleasant—it was sublime.

I was unaware I had a void in my life, but she filled it. She consumed my thoughts and was what I looked forward to—all day, every day. Hearing her voice, or seeing her on Skype, FaceTime or Tango, she teased me unmercifully. She made me laugh and we had fun together. When I was with her, I craved holding her, kissing her and wanting more from her. The time hadn’t been right to fully possess or push her, but it would come. I didn’t want to scare her off again and I allowed her time to work through her grief, but I knew she wanted me. I was making
her
wait; watching for signs that she was ready. It was killing me, because when she finally relented, I wanted control. I wanted to know that she had no doubts about what she was doing. There would be no room for regrets, and by waiting I wouldn’t allow her remorse for any decision she made.

Male that I am, she was wearing me down. My desire for her grew each time I saw her. I had control of myself physically and spent much time in the shower after an evening with her. I had never done that for
any
woman. She sensed the influence she had over me sexually, and I could tell that she
liked
it. I think it made her feel powerfully feminine. She was right. She was supreme in her effect on me. Although I took control with women that I had been with previously, I wasn’t emotionally connected to them at all. Not so with Aria. I was becoming a slave to her heart, but in that regard I felt no weaker for it. The delectable and sensuous ways in which we played and teased gave us some pleasure, but I couldn’t wait to give her more. I looked forward to being here, in this beach house, with her. I could sense the desire she had for me and what she wanted from me. I had been holding back, but I knew the time would be soon.

What I loved about this place was that it was becoming mine
and
Aria’s. No one else had ever been here and no one else existed when we were here—it was our sanctuary.

Oh, it felt so good to be
home.
It was only a few days, but I missed being here. I couldn’t wait to be in the kitchen. I liked it here. I kicked off my shoes and started making lunch right away. I had missed Declan so much. I was looking forward to sitting and talking with him. I couldn’t wait to be in his arms again. He gave the best hugs, and wrapped me inside his big, powerful arms. I had given him the nickname “Bear”. When he held me in his arms and I sat between his legs, I took a deep breath and felt the entire world melt away. I missed that the most.

“Food’s ready. Do you want a sandwich? You have to be hungry,” I said. The iPod was on, and The Mavericks played “Back in Your Arms Again”.
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Declan came up behind me, held my waist, and put his lips against my ear. I could tell that he had missed me.

“Mmmm. I am hungry,” he said, suggestively.

I was melting at how slowly and suggestively he said that statement. That, and the fact that he was pressing behind me, made me tremble in the deepest sensual recesses I possessed. I tried to move forward to press against the counter top, attempting to give myself just a bit more room to prepare the food, but he wasn’t allowing me an escape. I could feel his breath against the back of my neck. My breathing became shallow gasps against his hot assault.

“Here,” I said, trying to distract him. I placed a tomato near my shoulder. “You said you wanted tomato. Smell this. Nice and fresh, right?”

I thought I could gain just one minute to collect what was left of my senses. His nearness was causing me to shift from one foot to the other to ease what was becoming an unbearable, tightening tension. I was attempting, with a great deal of difficulty, to feed this man edible food.

But food wasn’t what he had an appetite for…

Oh, my beautiful girl!
I almost chuckled at her nervousness but I knew she wasn’t afraid. She had developed a playfulness with me and I saw the desire in her eyes when she arrived. She missed me, and it was for more than just companionship. Aria was too modest to be forward. She brought out my alpha male, dominant nature and that meant I’d also give her what she needed. I’d never push Aria and she knew it, but we’d played this game of
cat and mouse
for some time. If she played coy today, she’d be fighting a losing battle with me.

She looked as delectable and delicious as the food she was hopelessly attempting to prepare for me. I let her advance just a bit, but when I came behind her, I pushed against her, and she knew that I was there for a need other than food.

I placed my hands on her curvy backside and allowed them to slide around her hips and down to her thighs. I almost chuckled at my girl as she tried to gain her composure and her breath at the same time. When she sucked in her breath, I could see her pulse quicken in her throat.

As my hands gripped her thighs and I pulled her back against me, I settled my nose and lips against her shoulder and neck.

“Mmm. Smells real good…” I said against her neck as I gripped her hair to move it.

She couldn’t breathe which made me smile. I was happy to know that I had this effect on her because by now, she surmised my statement wasn’t about produce.

Between her skin and mine, there was only a billowy, blue top with a sexy, little bra underneath. I breathed against her neck, and I felt her begin to tremble.

She held the tomato in her hand, near her shoulder, as if she were frozen. She hadn’t yet put it down. She may have foolishly thought she would divert my attention.

Oh, Aria…Why these games?
I thought.
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I reached around and captured her small wrist and hand within mine. I pulled them back and lowered my mouth once again to the tomato in her hand. I took a bite, staring around her as I did. Her body shuddered as juice dripped down her shoulder to her back and trickled down her front. It covered her breast and nipple, causing it to pebble. They were begging for my attention, so I reached to touch her. Aria pulled her shaking hand toward the counter and placed the tomato there. She braced herself, as if her knees no longer appeared to remember their function.

I witnessed the transformation in her. The modest and shy woman was allowing her instinctual and unbridled passions to surface. Aria’s sensuality was emerging, and she allowed her inhibitions to fall.

Leaning herself back against me, she molded herself into my body. I began to tease, torture, and lick under her right earlobe. I followed the path that the juices had gone and dipped into the crevices that my passion was forcing me to go. I continued my assault on her skin, kissing, teasing and tasting until she no longer had control of her consciousness. The drug of my beautiful girl was intoxicating to me, and I wanted more.

Excessively labored breathing was heard in unison. I continued to lick and suck my way down to that space where her neck and shoulder merged. That curvature of the most sensitive tendon was begging me to graze her with my teeth.

It was there on that spot of Aria’s body that I felt her relinquish ownership of herself and yield completely to me. I licked the delicious juices of fresh tomato off of Aria’s skin, reveling in my conquest. My beautiful girl’s self-control was waning. She now belonged to
me
…

Oh, my sweet heaven
! Declan’s mouth against my ear and my neck made me feel desire like I had never felt it before. If I had second thoughts before, I had no doubt of my craving for him now. I was shifting my hips to attempt to ease the ache that was building…I could feel his hot breath, his succulent mouth, and his teasing teeth. The combination of his talents was about to drive me out of my mind. He made me feel wicked…

“
You’re
the best thing I’ve ever tasted, beautiful,” he said in a low, rumbling voice.
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His tone indicated that he was remembering other, more satisfying, treats, and he made me blush. Moving creatively he exerted his unrelenting pressure against my backside, informing me of exactly how passionate he was. His hand began a slow, intoxicating exploration under my shirt. The heat that I felt was building to form an inferno.

He took control and blazed the passion that was within. He artfully moved his hands in such a way that he was driving a pulsation that had begun in a most decadent way. His teasing, pinching, and pulling of sensitive areas had excited me beyond reason.

My hands, which I had haphazardly placed on the counter, failed to steady me. One of my hands landed onto a slice of bread with the slippery mayonnaise. I gripped the bread in desperation. It was a poor substitute—for I wanted my grip to be on
him
.

I could sense his command. He was in complete control of our lunchtime rendezvous. His heat was burning out of control. When he was satisfied with the torturous assault from behind, he turned me to face him. I closed my eyes. I don’t know why. Perhaps I was afraid of the intensity that I’d find there.

“Open your eyes, Aria,” Declan said. I obeyed. Declan’s eyes were intense and hot, but I saw love there.

He lifted my hand and took each of my fingers, individually, in his mouth, licking and sucking the slippery mayonnaise from each one.
OMG!
I never took my eyes from him. The sensuality of this man disarmed me.

His hands, just moments ago at my waist, effortlessly lifted me onto the counter. They came under my shirt to lift and remove any nuisance of fabric that offended him or hindered his mission.

Once my breasts were bare before him, he titillated, teased, and tantalized each one. With desperate, luscious care, attention, and passion he looked at me. I couldn’t help but stare into his hypnotic eyes.

I don’t believe I ever took a breath of air, for he skillfully took my breath away. He was so talented, masterful, and powerful in his lovemaking, making me feel so…

…sexy…

…desirable…

…passionate…

…secure…

He placed both hands over my breasts, looking at them

“Sheer, absolute perfection,” he said, then looked into my eyes with a teasingly wicked smile.

He made me feel that I was just that—
perfection
.

His gaze left my eyes, and he bent to give each stiff, aching nub a kiss. Snaking his hands around my body to frame my back, he reached up to the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair.

He gripped my hair and pulled my head back, exposing my throat to him. Looking at me with hot intensity, he paused for a moment.

“Tell me you want this, Aria. I won’t touch you or push you further unless I know that you want this.”

I couldn’t think, but I knew with all certainty I wanted this. This was as far as we’d gone before and I was being given a moment to think. I didn’t need to think—
I knew
. Pent up emotions had been so bottled up inside. Grief that brought me here, happiness about my decision to move to the beach, joy in finding a person to care for—all waiting for release. It was only a matter of time before the intensity I felt for this man escalated. I was the one who needed to feel secure, and Declan gave me security. He was also giving me a choice. I didn’t need any more time to make it.