Change of Hart (22 page)

I heard the toilet flush and Addison laugh. “I’ll remember that for next time,” she said as the water turned on in the sink.

I waited for a few more seconds, but Addison never came out. Instead, I heard the shower turn on.

“Are you taking a shower, babe?” I called, getting anxious to see her now that I could, you know, actually see her.

“Just a quick one,” she yelled through the door. “My entire body feels like it was squished inside one leg of a pair of panty hose. I just need to rinse the grimy feeling off of me.”

I chuckled as I stared at the ceiling. Leave it to Addison to be flowery fresh for our first time.

A few minutes had passed when the door finally cracked open. “I’m back to being kind of nervous again,” she admitted, walking slowly through the door wrapped in one my fluffy white bath towels.

My lips quirked up at her nervousness. She was so damn sexy when she was unsure of herself. It was one of the things that intrigued me about her from the beginning.

“Your hair is still dry.”

She shrugged. “I didn’t want to mess with all that tonight.” She glanced up at me and started biting her lip again.

“Babe, come here,” I said, reaching my hand to her. She walked over to the bed and climbed on, crawling over to me and laying on her side, looking at me. I put my hand on her cheek and slowly ran my hand down her shoulder, arm, side, hip, thigh, never taking my eyes off of her. And then I kissed her. It was slow and sensual. The kiss you give when you’re trying desperately to keep things moving at a slow pace so you can prolong the experience. My hand moved up to her breast and I gently stroked my thumb over her through the towel. Her breath hitched, making me pull back and look in her eyes.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said quietly as I continued stroking her. Her eyes dilated just a bit.

“You’re not disappointed?” she asked softly.

“Oh, babe,” I said. “You’re even better than I imagined.” I ran my hand around her neck and down her collarbone, undoing the towel. I pushed it aside, freeing her breasts. She was right. They weren’t perky and they didn’t stand at attention now that the bra was off. But damn . . . they were so beautiful. I lifted one of them with my hand and then I lowered my head and grabbed her nipple between my lips, sucking and licking and nibbling.

When she groaned quietly, it took everything in me to remain in control. I had dreamt of this night for so long. I wanted to do it right for her. I wanted to show her how I felt. That everything I felt for her was real and permanent. I was so madly in love with her, but she was too skittish for me to tell her that just yet. The only thing I could do was show her.

When she ran her fingers through my hair, I gently rolled her onto her back and kissed my way between her breasts, down to her stomach, paying special attention to the faint stretch marks around her waist.

“Why are you kissing my stretch marks?” she asked quietly, still stroking my hair.

I broke away from kissing her to look up at her. “Because I know they’re from Jaxon. And that makes them beautiful to me.”

A small smile crossed her lips as I continued my trek downward. I grabbed the towel that had somehow bunched around her legs and peeled it away from her body slowly, leaving her completely naked. My lips and tongue followed the same path as I kissed and nibbled my way down her left leg. When I got to her foot and the towel was finally on the floor where it belonged, my mouth took an identical path back up her right leg . . . foot to calf to knee to thigh to inner thigh. I could smell her arousal, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on.

“You smell so good,” I said as I kissed her soft curls while making my way back up her body to the breast I hadn’t tasted yet. As much as I wanted to taste her between her legs, I wasn’t going to. Not tonight. Yes, tonight was going to be about pleasure. But more importantly, I wanted it to be about the connection. No bells and whistles. No tricks. There was time for all of that later.

Tonight, I just wanted us to experience the most intimate connection a man and woman could have. And I didn’t want any other part of my body inside of her until after that moment.

As I brought my mouth to hers and nipped her bottom lip, she pushed on me, so I rolled over and lay down on my back. She sat up and touched me everywhere . . . my shoulders, my biceps, my pecs and my abs. Her hands drifted lower, skipping the bulge in my briefs, and running her hand down my thighs and calves. I watched her as she explored my body, taking her time to get to know me. Her eyes flickered up to mine when she finally grabbed the waistband of my briefs. I lifted my hips to help her, her eyes never leaving mine.

She finally bit her lip and looked down, quickly looking back up to my eyes. And down again. And up again.

I crossed my arms behind my head and smiled at her. “What?” I asked. “Expecting something bigger?” I joked, one eyebrow quirked up.

“No,” she said. “That wasn’t what I was thinking at all.”

“Then what were you thinking?” I asked, curious now.

She looked back down and grabbed on, stroking me slowly . . . up and down. Up and down. I momentarily forgot what we were talking about.

“I was thinking,” she said, “that you are so beautiful. Not like I have a lot to compare it to. But . . . you just are.”

She softly rubbed her thumb over my tip, causing me to inhale sharply.

“Now you know how I feel about you,” I said.

She continued stroking me as I handed her a condom. She rolled it down my length and then leaned over to kiss me again. I couldn’t help myself when I grabbed both her hands and rolled her onto her back, pinning her arms above her head as I kissed her neck and her collarbone and that sensitive skin underneath her arm. She moaned and squeaked every once in a while when I accidentally found a ticklish spot. I finally nudged my knee between her legs, silently asking her to open them for me. She did.

Once I was settled between her legs, our eye contact never broke away. I could feel my tip nudging her entrance, but I wouldn’t move until she gave me the go-ahead.

“Addison,” I said softly between kisses. “Are you ready?”

She nodded. “I’m ready for anything,” she said as I pushed inside her, never taking my eyes off hers. “And everything,” she said with a gasp.

It took two thrusts until my hips were flush with hers, all the way deep inside her.

“You ok?” I asked, making slow gentle thrusts.

She nodded and smiled. “Are you ok? Does it feel ok?”

“Oh, babe,” I said, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I let the sensation wash over me before concentrating on her again. “You have no idea how good you feel. This is what I’ve been waiting for all my life.
You
are what I’ve been waiting for all my life.”

She smiled and grabbed my cheeks, pulling me to her. I kissed her with everything in me while I continued to work myself in and out of her at a slow, methodical pace. After a few minutes, her breathing hitched and I knew she was close.

I pushed up and repositioned my arms so I could see her. I grabbed her right leg and wrapped it around my waist, leaving the other leg bent at the knee but still on the bed. The hand that wasn’t next to her thigh was by her head, giving me the leverage I needed. I didn’t just use my hips. I used my whole body for long, deep thrusts. The more she grabbed and scratched at my back, the longer and harder I pushed until she began to spasm around me. She threw back her head and let out a cross between a groan and a scream. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

As the aftershocks continued inside her I felt my balls tighten, and then the familiar tingle started at the base of my spine and raced up my back until it exploded in the back of my brain. I threw my head back and released into her with a deep guttural moan of pleasure.

When I finally came back down from the high, I gently dropped my body on top of hers. I grabbed the edge of the comforter to throw it over us, since we never actually made it under the covers.

“Thank you, Jason,” Addison said quietly a few minutes later, as she leisurely ran her fingers through my hair.

“For what?” I asked, suddenly feeling really sleepy.

“For making me feel beautiful.”

I moved my head on her shoulder so I could look her in the eyes. “You’re more than just beautiful, Addison,” I said. “You are everything to me. Don’t ever doubt that.”

I reached over and kissed her softly and rolled us over until she was on my chest. She snuggled in and we fell asleep.

“D
id you finally get laid?” Deuce asked when I answered the phone the next morning.

“What?” I asked. “I just woke up. Why are you calling so early?”

My phone had been left in the living room overnight, but I still heard it ring from my bed. I didn’t want to get up. I was perfectly comfortable with my arms and legs wrapped around a naked Addison. But instead of leaving a message, Deuce thought it would be fun to call me over and over and over until I finally tore myself away from her to answer the phone.

“It’s not early. It’s after eight. I don’t care that there was a gala last night. Last year, you would’ve woken my ass up at six to go work out no matter what,” he said. “So I repeat . . . did . . . you . . . get . . . laid?”

“I’m not having this conversation with you, douchebag,” I quipped, heading toward the coffeemaker.

“He got laid, Vanessa!” I could hear him yelling through the phone. “He finally got a piece of ass . . . oh . . . shit . . . stop twisting my nipple, woman! I can be happy my man finally got off somewhere besides his hand!”

I shook my head as I listened to strange noises that could only indicate they were fighting over control of the phone.

“Jason,” Vanessa finally said through the line. I guess she won that scuffle. “Don’t answer any of my husband’s perverted questions.”

“Just keeping it real!” Deuce yelled in the background.

“Michael!” she yelled. “Be quiet! As I was saying, Addison is a really nice woman. I like her a lot. Don’t answer anything you don’t want to answer. No matter what kind of inappropriate details about our sex life he thinks are great locker room talk. Yeah, I know about that. And if he doesn’t quit, I’ll make sure to tell you the truth about that thing he thinks he does so well . . .”

“None of that, woman!” he yelled in the background, cutting her off mid-sentence. “Is nothing sacred?”

“That’s what I thought,” she said. “You guys have a nice day. We’ll talk to you later.”

Before she could hang up, I heard Deuce one last time yelling, “He got some puuuuuss . . .”

Click.

Fucking Deuce. Now I was wide-awake. And curious about the media’s reaction to Addison. So I grabbed my laptop and started searching.

The headlines about us pretty much all said the same thing . . . I was a taken man. Swooped off the market at the hands of a beautiful damsel named Addison.

Ok, so that’s not exactly what it said. But all the articles did have kind of an unrealistic, fairy tale quality about them. Young, rich, single man falls for beautiful young, single woman. For the most part, the articles were really nice about Addison, talking about how charming and kind she was. Complimenting how beautiful she looked. The pictures were really nice, too. I made a mental note to ask Adam if he could get ahold of some of them.