Chapter 10
Chapter 10
Nora’s soft, desperate moans fill the room, echoing in my ears like a melody. I trail kisses down her neck, across her collarbone and then her soft, plump breasts, pink and swollen from how I’d teased them. The fabric of her blue dress is bunched around her waist, my hand up her skirt pleasuring her, her bare breasts heaving as she moans and gasps.
It’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
My cock aches in my pants, stretching against the tight fabric, begging to be released. Fuck, all I want is to plunge deep into her soaking wet pussy, to watch the pleasure wash across her face, to make her scream.
I rub my finger faster against her clit. Her mouth opens in ecstasy, and I think she’s getting close. Her nails dig into the meat on my upper arms. Her gaze meets mine, her desire echoing mine.
But I don’t want her to come just yet. I want her coming around my cock, her pussy squeezing me as I empty myself inside of her. Still rubbing her clit, although slower, I lean down to brush my lips against her ear. “I have a condom in my wallet,” I breathe.
A soft breath escapes her. I lean back to look in her eyes. That desire is still there, although I think I see something else too. Something I can’t quite pinpoint.
I run my free hand along one of her breasts, teasing her nipple. She shudders. “I want to be inside you so badly,” I whisper.
Her body tenses. At first, I think it’s in reaction to what I’m doing—still rubbing her clit, her breast. She takes in a shuddering breath, and then a completely new emotion flashes across her face. Is that … fear?
She pushes against me, scrambling to sit up. I immediately relent, leaning back, alarmed. “Is everything okay?” I ask quickly.
She hurries to cover herself, pulling up her dress. “Yes, everything’s—everything’s okay,” she stammers, looking anywhere but at me.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, reaching for her, but she stands before I can touch her.
She twirls to face me, a fake smile plastered across her face. “Nothing.” She’s shaking her head. “Nothing. I just … it’s late, I should probably go home.”
“Are you sure?” I stand as well, every nerve in my body on fire. What happened? What did I do? What did I do to cause that flash of fear I’d seen in her face? My stomach is tying itself in knots, making me practically nauseous. “Nora, what’s wrong? Did I do something?”
She continues shaking her head, taking a step back from me.
I halt, her fear, her trepidation like a dagger through my heart. Fuck. What did I do? Did I push her too far? Did I scare her? “Nora, if I did anything, I’m so sorry,” I begin.
“You didn’t—you didn’t do anything wrong,” she cuts me off. “I have to go, Julian. I’m sorry. I’ll see you at work on Monday.”
And with that, she twirls and practically runs from the room.
I stand in silence, the crackling of the fireplace the only sound. I have the sudden urge to run after her—to chase her down, figure out what’s wrong, hold her in my arms. But then I worry it could only make things worse. Scare her, even?
A pit grows in my stomach at the thought of having made Nora react that way. I rerun everything in my mind. I run my fingers through my hair and sit back down on the couch, holding my head in my hands. Because, to my surprise, a realize a new motivation is beginning to sprout. Sure, I’d wanted to sleep with Nora since the moment I saw her. She’s gorgeous and stunning. But not only that. She’s sweet and smart, and I love the sound of her laugh. She makes me smile just by walking into a room.
I don’t just want to sleep with Nora, I want …
Fuck, what do I want? I don’t know. The only thing I’m certain of right now is that I have to fix whatever I did. Whatever I did to make her feel the way she did, to make her run out of here as if the room was on fire, I have to fix it.