Almost Broken (32 page)

“You’re right here. I’m in love with you, Chris,” she says standing on her tiptoes and bringing her lips to mine. She kisses me softly but with such pent up passion it takes my breath away. I pick her up and pull her as close to me as possible. Before I know it we’re on the bed I’m lying over her and she looks so beautiful.

“I want
you,
Chris,” she says pleading before pulling me down on to her.

Two years since I felt a man’s touch, that I’ve missed his touch. I imagined it so many nights but nothing compared to the reality of the feel of him. His caress releases the hopeless longing and constrained emotion to pour off me in waves of ecstasy. Each kiss and touch different but so familiar. His fingers intertwine with mine before raising my hands over my head. He looks at me as if I’m his everything, taking in every inch of me. He slowly raises my shirt over my stomach his fingers against my skin makes me feel alive. I can’t breathe. I’m scared to breath. If I move to fast I might wake up from this dream, because if it is a dream, I want to stay in it forever. He lifts me up to him as he pulls my shirt over my head and I do the same with his.

I take time to get a close up of his body, a body that I’ve known in so many ways. I trace my hands over his chest to his stomach and when my eyes reach his lips I kiss him again and again, first patiently then frantically. He tastes so good, I’ve forgotten how soft his lips are, how good his hands feel on my body. This body belongs to him. How could I have forgotten something I’ve dreamed about so often.

He grips my waist tightly pulling me on top of him. His hands go to my jeans unzipping them. When they slip inside to knead the swell of my butt, I release a soft moan. Everything’s happening so fast but so slow. I lie back on the bed as he removes my remaining clothes. I thank God I have on good underwear. It’s nothing fancy but they’re brand new. He stops for a moment and looks down at my body, now nothing covering it except a cotton white thong. His eyes devour me. When he gets off the bed my breath catches. If he stops now I’ll die. Everything will shut down, but he’s not stopping he removes his own pants and underwear and I feel every muscle in me contract as I look at him. He’s perfect his thighs thick and muscular and the one thing that I missed that I know like the back of my hand is standing at attention. He lies down on top of me kissing every part of me it’s its sweet torture. His lips kiss my collar bone my neck and trail down my stomach as is fingers slip beneath the material simple white thong and he removes it. He takes in my body with his eyes again, I’ve never been so turned on from someone just looking at me the way he is. He lifts my right leg and begins kissing down it making his way up my thigh. I’m going to die if he’s not in me soon.

My breathing is short and I can’t control it. I’m so turned on that as soon as his lips touch me there I feel myself beginning to come undone. I pull his hair between my fingers grabbing it as his tongue slides into me, I cry out. His free hand moves to my breast and it hasn’t been long before I feel myself shattering under his assault. I pull myself away and he looks up at me a smile on his face but confused.

“I need you inside of me,” It takes every ounce of energy for me to barely whisper that, and just like that he is and I feel like the part of me that’s been gone is back. I feel complete.

HHH

Last night was everything.

It was the beginning and an end. I felt as if I gave a piece of me away but was given so much in return.

Chris, I can’t even describe him. I thought he’d be a little timid and nervous but it was like he already had a road map of my body he just took a different route. It was amazing like we were connected. And everything I needed after two years of loneliness, emptiness and despair was returned to me. I stretch out in bed and realize Chris isn’t in the bed. I wonder if he went out and to get breakfast. I go and peep into his side of the room he’s not there either. I grab my phone and see that I have two missed calls. They’re both from Lisa. I think of the message she left for Chris yesterday. I call it and she picks up on the second ring.

“Hey, Lauren. Is Chris with you?” she asks nervously.

“No, I think he went to run an errand or something. Is everything okay?” I ask her concerned by the tone of her voice.

“It is but I really need to talk to him. Can you let him know it’s really important to call me back,” she says pleadingly.

“Okay. As soon as he comes back I’ll make sure he calls you,” I promise her.

“How are you doing?” she asks lightly and I can’t help but feel a smile spread across my face.

“I’m fantastic,” I laugh seeing myself blush in the mirror.

“You sound fantastic,” she chuckles.

“I’ve got to go my breaks almost over but don’t forget Lauren, please.”

“I won’t,” I say hanging up the phone. It’s 11 am. I’ve slept straight through breakfast. I call up room service and order two breakfast plates and turn on the television. I feel absolutely refreshed. I lie back down and call Mrs. Scott to check on Caylen
, she confirms she’s doing fine. I admit I feel giddy, knowing our family is going to be complete again. Chris has finally come around.

Everything is as it should be.

Room services arrives twenty minutes later. I wait a few minutes for Chris but I’m starving and I start to eat without him. I finish breakfast and he’s still not here. I grab my phone and shoot him a text asking where he is with a smiley face and decide to hop in the shower, I wish he was here to get in with me. After I finish I check my phone and see that he still hasn’t responded. I call him and it goes straight to voice mail. At this point I’m a little annoyed after what just happened why he would decide to run errands or whatever he’s doing instead of being here.

3:00.
I’ve called him four times and his phone keeps going straight to voicemail. I’ve called the concierge to see if he left a message for me.

None.

I go down to the lobby and even check the fitness center. He’s nowhere to be found. I start to look around the room tearing it apart to see if he left a note that I might have misplaced telling me where he’s gone.

4:30.
I’m freaking out. I want to call the Scotts but I don’t want to worry them if this is nothing. There’s a reasonable explanation for this there has to be. A chill shoots through me and I scold myself for thinking he went back to Jenna. By six I’m in panic mode. I can’t even sit still, my heart about to beat out of my chest.

“I’m out of my mind worried. I’m three minutes away from calling the police and lying about how long he’s been gone when I get a text alert on my phone, it’s his notification. I almost trip over the bed to get it. I pick it up and see it’s only one word.

What.

What?
Is he kidding? I feel my blood starting to boil. I’m going to kill him. Is he for real? I start to text all of my thoughts out with a lot of expletives and then realize that would be stupid. I call his number and on the second ring he picks up.

“Hey,” he says shortly.

“Hii…” I say just as short.

“W—where are you? Why haven’t you been answering all day? I was completely freaking out,” I say frantically.

“Penthouse suite A. See you soon,” he says and the call goes dead. I feel my breathing accelerate my heart starting to beat rapidly. All my anger seemingly has melted away, replaced by a sudden chill

I go down to the lobby and see if there’s been a key left for me for the penthouse suite.

There has.

I walk back to the elevator; my thoughts are in a haze. With each floor the elevator climbs my heart drops further into my stomach. When it stops and the elevator door opens I have to will my legs to move.

How the fuck did I end up here? For two years I imagined what this would be like. Now I’m terrified of it. My heart’s beating like a drum. I’m confused, I’m angry and a sense of guilt is creeping over me. I thought I’d grown, that he couldn’t make me feel like this anymore. Now I feel like I’ve been transported back through time, and it’s all a game again. I’m at the beginning of a match that I haven’t trained for or expected. “I can do this,” I mutter to myself. Now, if only I believed it.

I take a deep breath before I open the door. I’m just waiting for my brain to confirm what my senses, my intuition, whatever you want to call it already knows. My eyes stay on the floor a few seconds.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared. That won’t make this much fun.” His words vibrate through me. I can’t ignore the goose bumps popping up on my skin. I look up and see him dressed in a black fitted t-shirt, dark wash jeans, a gleaming Rolex on his wrist and his arms folded across his chest. The only thing missing is that cocky-ass grin on his face. Instead, there’s an angry scowl.

“Hey gorgeous. You happy to see me?”

I’d like to thank each and every reader who picked up
If I Break
and gave it a chance. There are so many other books out there you could have chosen, and you chose mine. To every blogger and every reader who has taken time to write a review or recommend the book to someone else, thank you. I am so appreciative of the emails and Facebook postings I get. It’s still surreal that so many of you love these characters as much as I do. Thanks to every beta who’s read for me.

A special thanks to two people specifically. Lashawnda G. You were with me from the very beginning and went from being a super good beta to someone I consider a very close friend. Without that woman, I never would have gotten the courage to share this with the world in the best way possible. I’d also like to thank Brittany H. You have no idea how appreciative I am of what you’ve done for this story and
Before I Break
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