You Are My Air: Breathless Book 1 (19 page)

"I'm going to go home. Okay?" he said as he set the glass on the nightstand then brushed my hair out of my face. "You need to sleep it off now."

"No!" I whined, grabbing his hand and holding on to it tightly. "I want to have sex."

"I'm not having sex with you while you're this drunk, sweetheart." He shook his head with a wry smile. He tried to get up again, but I wouldn't let go of his hand.

"Please," I pleaded as I tried to fight back the tears that started flowing anyway. "Could you stay and hold me? I don't want to be alone anymore." I sobbed as I gripped his hand.

"Natalie, stop," David whispered. He wiped my tears away with gentle fingers, his eyes soft and indulgent. "I'll stay, but no sex. Okay? Will that make you happy?"

I nodded jerkily and sighed in relief. I smiled as I watched him undress down to his boxer briefs and slip under the covers. He wrapped his arms around me, his body a warm solid wall behind me, then I snuggled back against his chest with a sigh and passed out.

**********

I groaned when I woke up. My head hurt, and my mouth felt like it was filled with cotton. I had to pee too, but my throbbing head didn't think moving was a good idea. The only good thing was that David's warm body was curled up against me. I was lying on my back, and he was on his side facing me. His arm was draped across my upper chest, his chin and lips touching my shoulder. He was sound asleep, his breathing slow and easy.

I'd never seen him asleep before, and I stared at his beautiful face for several minutes, studying his strong nose and long lashes, and marveling that he was here with me. He told me yesterday that he hadn't had a girlfriend since his broken engagement a year and a half ago. Somehow, I was the one to change that. It blew me away.

When I had walked in on his phone conversation yesterday, and overheard him telling this Jenny that I was special, and that he couldn't see her anymore I was touched. However, the fact that he was sleeping with her made me need to clarify what was going on. I wouldn't be just another sex partner. I wanted more than that, and I wanted David all to myself. It was a relief to find out he felt that way too. Part of me still worried that I was fooling myself thinking a confessed man-whore could change, but it didn't sound like he had been that way before this Paige woman broke his heart. I hoped his heart was healed enough to handle what was going on between us. He held so much power to hurt me already, and this time if things didn't work out I knew it would hurt like hell.

David's eyes fluttered open and focused on me sleepily, then a smile eased its way across his lips, lighting up his blue eyes. "Good morning, sweetheart," he mumbled. "How are you feeling?"

"Like shit." I moaned.

"I bet." He smiled knowingly. "Do you have any ibuprofen?" he asked. "I could get it for you."

"No, I can get it myself," I told him. "I have to get up to use the bathroom anyway." I reluctantly got out of the bed, used the bathroom, and took two ibuprofen. When I came back out, I found that my spot on the bed had been taken. George was now sprawled across my side of the bed, shamelessly making David pet him with soft chirps and head butts to his hand.

"I see I've been replaced," I said with a smile as I stopped next to the bed.

"George and I have a lot in common," David told me with a wide grin. "We both like
you
."

"You still like me, even after last night?" I asked as I ran my fingers through George's fur, brushing David's as he did the same. George was in feline heaven.

"Definitely." He nodded, a sly grin on his face. "I learned all kinds of things about you last night."

"Like what?" I asked suspiciously.

"Well, you told me in great length how hot I am, how much you like having sex with me, and how good I am at it." His face was smug, his eyes dancing with humor. I felt my face flame red. "You also told me you loved my big cock and wanted to suck on it."

"I what?" I blurted in mortification.

"Then you tried to grope me in the car,
and
while I was undressing you, so I could put you to bed." He smiled up at me with a huge grin of enjoyment, and part of me wanted to slap him.

"Did...did we? I mean...did you?" I stumbled over my own tongue.

"No, Natalie," he said, his face softening as he shook his head. "We didn't have sex. I prefer to have it with someone who's awake and will remember it."

We looked at each other for several long moments, his eyes starting to darken as his gaze slid down my body. I was suddenly very aware that I was only in my bra and panties. I was also very aware that David was in my bed in nothing but his boxer briefs and looking absolutely gorgeous. The blankets had slid down when he sat up to pet George, and I stared at his perfectly sculpted upper body remembering what it felt like against me.

"Sorry, George," David said absently as he shoved my cat off the bed and onto the floor. He grabbed my hand and pulled me down onto the bed next to him, then rolled on top of me and looked at me with lust-filled eyes. "I remember someone promising me sex without a condom. I was wondering if I could take you up on that offer, if it still stands?"

"Yes," I breathed out as his scent alone overwhelmed me with desire.

"I wanted you so bad, Natalie, that when I went to bed last night, I couldn't sleep," he whispered seductively. "All I could think about was touching you and kissing you." He ran a hand down my side. His mouth came down on mine, hard and needy. His passion blew me away as his lips and tongue did amazing things to me, sending pleasure spiraling through my body.

"Do you want my big cock now, Natalie?" he said as he smirked down at me. "I know how much you love it."

I glared up at him. "You just couldn't let it go, could you?"

"Yeah, I might be beating this dead horse for a while."

"I'll beat
you
if you keep this up," I threatened him. He stopped me from saying anything else with his lips, kissing me senseless until I forgot I was irritated with him.

"What was that were you saying?" he whispered.

"Shut up and kiss me some more."

He chuckled and did as he was told. His right hand trailed down my body while his lips and tongue clashed with mine, making both of us moan and press our bodies closer. He swiftly pulled off my bra and panties. He didn't tease me at all as his hand found my clit and began stimulating it with firm circles of his fingertips. Just as I started to come, he thrust two fingers into me roughly, making me cry out with pain tinged pleasure that spiraled up and out of me in a rush. When I came back down, his boxer briefs were already off and his bare cock was pressing against my opening.

"I can't wait anymore," he practically whimpered with need. "I have to be inside you."

"Please, oh, please," I begged. I wanted him too, needed to feel the hot bare skin of his cock inside me with nothing at all separating us.

He pushed into me slowly, savoring it, I think, as his eyes rolled back and a deep groan came up out of his chest. The skin of his huge cock felt like hot velvet as he slid into me, filling me up so much it hurt a little, but I loved it. He paused when he finally bottomed out, his body trembling as he fought for control. Then he grabbed each of my hands and lifted them up above my head and held them there with one hand while he began thrusting in and out of me, another orgasm already building inside me.

"Fight me," he growled out between clenched teeth, his face intense and focused on mine.

I instantly obeyed, pulling and pushing against his grip on my wrists. It sent him into a frenzy, his eyes turning black and his thrusts becoming faster and harder and deeper. My release came out of nowhere, firing out from my core and engulfing me, sending blistering waves of pleasure shooting through me and making me shriek in ecstasy. He didn't slow down at all, his hips pounding into me. I screamed endlessly as I came again and again, one after another blending into the next until I felt like I might actually pass out.

"David," I moaned. "Please slow down, please. I can't...it's too much."

I felt his warm breath in my ear as his pace slowed. "Shh, it's okay. I'll slow down. Touch me, sweetheart." He instantly released my wrists, and I buried my hands in his hair. His mouth latched onto my neck, biting and sucking in rhythm with his slow deep thrusts. The pleasure was no less intense, but I could catch my breath now. "Wrap your legs around me," he whispered and when I did, his deep thrusts hit a new spot that ignited a white-hot fire inside me. I moaned and arched my back up off the bed as a massive orgasm hit me hard, making my insides clamp down on him.

David's breath stuttered to a halt, as his cock swelled and jerked inside me. I could feel his cock pulsing as jets of come filled me up inside. He sank his teeth into my neck, growling and worrying at my skin. The pain sent me into a tailspin as one more climax hit me, and I screamed his name repeatedly until we were both spent. After a few moments of heavy panting breaths, David lifted his head to look down at me, his eyes languid and filled with a tenderness I hadn't seen before.

"Perfect," he whispered. "Absolutely perfect."

**********

At noon, David pulled into the driveway of his mother and step-father's large house. It was a beautiful earth-toned brick home with dark trim. It had a four-car garage and was one story except for a small second story above the front door. The landscaping was simple yet elegant, and I liked it immediately. David turned off the car, and my heart rate spiked. I was so nervous my palms were sweaty, and I wiped them absently on my jeans. David grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze then held my hand tightly.

"I was going to tell you not to be nervous," he said as he stared at the house. "But I'm feeling nervous myself."

"Why are
you
nervous?" I asked him curiously. He turned and looked at me with a sheepish expression.

"I kind of didn't tell Mom I was bringing you with me."

"Are you kidding me?" I blurted out in disbelief as I glared at him. "You're springing me on your family?"

He looked away from me with a pained expression. "I'm sorry, Natalie. I didn't know how to tell her. I haven't brought anyone home since...since Paige. I...I was going to tell her when I called her last night, but I just couldn't get the words out. I don't...I don't even know why. I'm sorry. I don't want you to think it's a reflexion on you, or that I'm ashamed of you."

I wanted to stay angry at him, but I had never seen him so vulnerable or out of sorts like this before. It was my first real glimpse at how much this woman had hurt him and messed him up. He just sat there staring at the steering wheel with a lost look on his face, and I think a hint of the fear he'd been carrying around about us. I let out a deep sigh. "Well, we're in it now. I guess we'll just wing it."

He looked back at me in surprise. "You're not angry?"

"Well, I'm not happy about it," I admitted in exasperation. "But it's not like we can do anything about it now." My irritation started to color my words.

"This isn't like me," he said ruefully with a shake of his head, "but it's been so long since I've had to do any of this, that I'm feeling kind of lost here."

"It's okay, David." The last of my ire just faded away. "I may not understand exactly what you've been through, and I know this isn't easy for you, but I know you're trying to make this work."

He gave me a wan smile and nodded, before releasing my hand. "Ready?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said reluctantly, earning myself another apologetic look before he got out of the car and came around to open my door. He gave me a hand to help me get out of the vehicle, and I ended up standing right in front of him, our bodies touching.

His face looked pained again as he placed a gentle hand on my cheek and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. "I'm really sorry, sweetheart," he whispered as he pulled back.

"I know." I softened my annoyed tone with a smile. "You can drop it now."

He looked like he was about to say something more, but bit his lower lip instead and finally nodded. I took his outstretched hand and let him lead me up the sidewalk to the front door. David opened the unlocked door and walked right in with me in tow behind him.

"Mom?" he called out as I glanced around the large foyer that stretched up to a high ceiling above me. There was a feature wall of earth-tone stones directly across from the door with a set of stairs to the right. The other walls were painted a warm beige with white trim, and the floor was a gorgeous dark-brown tile laid in a Chevron pattern across the floor.

A diminutive middle-aged woman with shoulder length dark curls entered through a doorway to the left. She was wearing jeans and a red button-down shirt. Her kind blue eyes looked at David then landed on me, widening in surprise as a huge grin spread across her face. I took that as a good sign.

"Mom, this is Natalie." David motioned toward me. His eyes looked uncertain as they moved to mine.

"Natalie, this is my mother, Aleta."

"Hi," I told her brightly, reaching out to shake her hand. "It's nice to meet you." Aleta gripped my hand firmly.

"Hi, Natalie." Her voice was calm and smooth, reminding me of David's voice. "Welcome to our home."

"I hope you don't mind that I brought Natalie without warning you, Mom," he told her apologetically. "It was kind of a last-minute decision."

"I don't mind at all, sweetheart." She smiled knowingly at her son. "We've got plenty of food for one more. Come one in."

David ushered me ahead of himself with a hand at the small of my back. I followed Aleta into the middle of a large open floor plan living area with a sitting area on the left and a dining table on the right. The room was decorated similarly to the foyer except for the gorgeous dark hardwood floor. We passed a large fireplace on the right, and on the right ahead of me, I could see the kitchen over a long counter separating it from the dining area.

A slender man dressed in khakis, and a black sweater walked in from the kitchen and froze when he saw me. He was attractive with short dark graying hair and kind gray eyes. He looked stunned for a second before a smile lit up his face, and he approached me.