Emerald Eyes (24 page)

I clench my pillow hard as frustration bursts in me. I can’t do anything about this, we promised work is work… but Eliza can be sure as hell I won’t just hand him over on a silver platter.

I fell for him, hard… so hard. Like I’ve never fallen for anyone before. Eric takes my breath away and amazes me every time we’re together… and the sex, oh my God… I bit my lip as goose bumps bloom on my skin. Just one look from him and I’m wet, panting and willing.
 

I’m lost in my sexual fantasy when I hear my cellphone ring. I snap out of it and leap out of bed to answer.
 

“Hello?” I exhale.

“Katya? Are you all right?” it’s mama.

“Hi mama, yes, I’m fine. I was just in the bedroom and the phone was in the living room, so I ran to get it.”

“Oh goodness, I thought I called you in a bad time…” she giggles making me shake my head and smile.

“No, mama… not busy at all. How are you?”

“Good! I actually called you to ask you to join me on Thursday. I want to schedule an appointment at SoHo Spa.”
 

“Oh yeah, that’s a good idea. I’ll be there, just make it after five p.m. ok?”
 

This is great, this is much needed pampering.

“I’ll make it for five forty, all right?”

“Sure, that’s fine. How’s papa?”

“Oh the usual, you know saving lives.” She says with a cheerful tone but I know what lies beneath it, loneliness and longing.

“As long as he doesn’t forget you mama…” I sigh.
 

I hate this profession. That is one of the reasons why I didn’t want to become a neurosurgeon. Never having time for your loved ones.

“Oh no Katya, he never forgets. Don’t say silly things.”

“I’m sorry mama, you’re right.”

She stays with him through thick and thin. No matter how lonely she feels, she defends him every chance she gets… that’s how much she loves him. It makes me think about my situation.
 

I won’t give up on Eric that easily... no, scratch that, I won’t give up at all.

After catching up with mama, I showered and went bed but no matter how I laid or how hard I tried, I just couldn’t fall asleep. My mind kept playing a thousand different scenarios of how Eliza and Eric end up naked in bed.
 

Bloody hell…
 

I placed the heels of my palms on my eyes and took a deep breath, releasing it slow and steady.

“He doesn’t love her, he doesn’t love her… he does not love her…” I mumbled quietly over and over again, until I finally felt the waves of exhaustion lull me to sleep.
 

I spent all Sunday in my building’s gym. Working out clears my mind and I needed that. At six p.m. I fell down on my couch and passed out for a quick power nap. I woke up to Laura shaking me awake and dangling my cell in front of my face.

“Your phone is ringing non-stop. I think you should pick up.” She says with a hushed voice.

Sleepily, I grab it and look at the caller I.D.
 

Mr. Miller.
 

My eyes snap wide open and I jump up, tangling my feet together and ending up on all fours.
 

“Ouch…” I cringe at the pain shooting from my knees.
 

“Be careful.” Laura admonishes then helps me up while I answer the call.

“Hello?” I wince.

“Katherine! Where the hell have you been? Why aren’t you picking up your damn phone?” Eric roars.

I frown and walk into my bedroom, closing the door behind me.

“What’s going on? Why are you screaming at me?”
 

“I’ve been trying to get a hold of you since morning! Where the hell have you been?” he snarls.

My frown becomes a scowl.
 

“I’ve been at the gym. I didn’t take my phone. Is there something I can help you with?” I snap back.
 

What the hell has gotten into him?

I hear him take a deep breath. “I want to see you.
Now.
”
 

“Well… I’m heading into the shower now – “
 

“Good. Make sure you let Laura know, I’m two minutes away from you.” He hangs up.

Stunned, I look down at my phone.
 

What the…?

I quickly let Laura know we’re expecting a guest and jump into the shower. Exhilaration bubbles up inside me as I lather up. How can he irritate me and excite me at the same time?

I finish my shower in record time. I throw on a black tank top, light washed jeans and I pull my hair into a high ponytail. I quickly apply some mascara and a few light swipes of blush. I walk into the living room, finding Eric and Laura sitting together on the couch, deep in conversation.
 

“Hi.” I croak.

Eric looks up at me with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.
 

“Right back at you.” He says.

Eric rises and walks towards me. He’s wearing a baby-blue t-shirt that makes his amazing eyes look bluer, and dark denim. When he reaches me, he pulls me into a hug that takes my breath away, literally.
 

“I missed you today.” He whispers in my ear.
 

I push back a little, “Me too. Are you all right?” I look into his eyes.
 

“I am now.” he kisses my forehead.
 

“Well… I have some errands to do. I’ll see you later, Katya. Lovely meeting you, Eric.” Laura says while walking out of the room then she leaves the apartment.

I look back at Eric, “What was so urgent you were searching for me so desperately?”

He seals his lips over mine while his hands cup my face. He kisses me so forcefully, that our teeth clash a few times. His tongue pokes its way into my mouth, not waiting for an invitation and he ravages me like he’s about to eat me. I don’t realize we’re moving, until I’m pressed against my bedroom door. He breaks the kiss and leans into me, pinning me down.

“This… this is what was so urgent.” He growls.
 

Eric grabs my ponytail then pulls it down, exposing my neck. He runs the tip of his tongue up my throat and then nibbles my jaw, making me whimper at the throbbing need of feeling him inside me. My hand reaches for the doorknob and I open the door. His hands lift my thighs and I tangle myself around him. His hot and wet mouth peppers kisses up and down my neck, nipping my skin lightly with his teeth. He tosses me on the bed, looking down at me with pure virile, carnal need. He unbuttons my jeans and pulls them down and off of me. His fingers trace along the lace of my boyshorts.
 

“I love these… but they are in my way.” He husks then neatly removes them.
 

Eric pushes my thighs apart, and I bite my lip as the anticipation builds inside me.
 

“I wanted to taste you for so long…” he flicks his tongue over my sensitive flesh and I gasp.

“Just as I thought, you’re so fucking sweet,” he growls quietly.
 

Eric puts his warm mouth back on my quivering sex and I cry out as his tongue unleashes maddening strokes and flicks. He moves his lips to my clit and sucks slow and hard. At the same time, he slides in a finger, teasing me, then two, moving them in and out of me in a controlled pace. Pleasure takes over every cell and I feel my body come to life while my hips circle shamelessly, riding his dexterous fingers.
 

“Oh God… Eric… I can’t hold it anymore…” My back arches off the bed.
 

I moan helplessly as I give in to the pulsing waves of pleasure that are shooting from my core into every part of my body.
 

His mouth relentless, he licks me leisurely, making me tremble.

“Stop… I’m ready… It’s too much…” my head thrashes on the pillow.

“I’ll decide when you’re ready… and I say not yet...”
 

He blows softly on my soft flesh then resumes his torture. After another all-consuming orgasm, I think he’ll stop but he just keeps at it.

“Eric, please… stop. I want you inside me... so badly… please.” I whine softly, feeling tears rim my eyes.
 

I can’t take it. I’m losing my mind while his tongue pushes into me shallowly, teasing me. Eric ignores my pleas, holding me down with his strong hands. He keeps licking and sucking until I can’t take it anymore and something wild and irrational takes over me. I shove my hands into his hair, grabbing it by the now damp roots. I pull him off of me and escape into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I cross my legs at the pulsing need that is begging for attention.
 

God damn it! Couldn’t he just do me already?
 

Now I’m pissed off and horny like a maniac.
 

“Kitten, open the door.” he sound angry.
 

Good… be mad, just like me.
 

I ignore him and try to sooth myself, but I just can’t do it… I’m too fucking mad.
 

“Katherine, come out and I’ll make it go away… I know you must be suffering right now.” Eric says with a hint of amusement in his voice.
 

Oh he thinks this is funny?

I open the door and storm into the room, but he stops me before I reach my panties. He turns me around and holds me tight against him and I notice he’s shirtless. This must look weird, I’m naked from the waist down and he’s naked from the waist up, but I don’t let his mouthwatering bare torso distract me, I try to get away.

“Calm down…” he admonishes.
 

“Let go of me, I’m not some toy to be played with!” I snap.
 

My angry eyes flash to his and stop moving when I see the heat inside them, churning like blue flames.
 

Damn it… his eyes will be the end of me.

“I’m sorry, I got carried away…” he lowers his head to mine. “I just can’t help myself when I hear you moan, when I feel you tremble in my hands, when I see what I do to you…” his voice is low and seductive, making me shiver.

Eric kisses me, conveying his apology and his hunger with his lips. I relax and melt into him, returning his kiss with the same fervor. I taste myself on his lips and even that turns me on. I suck on his tongue and he groans in agonized pleasure. His hand slide down to my bare bottom and a wicked idea pops in my head. I lead us to my bed and push him down. Straddling him, I start kissing him slow, savoring each taste and lick. My hands unbutton his jeans and dig in under his briefs. He grunts as I hold his steel hardness and slide my palm up and down. I kiss the corner or his lips and lick my way down to the hollow of his neck. His neck arches back as I put more pressure on his length, revealing his masculine Adam’s apple. I kiss his broad chest and flick my tongue over his flat nipple. All this time his hands are on my shoulders, tightening and relaxing. I run my tongue over his washboard abs and trace The Arrow to Heaven, tasting the slight saltiness from his perspiring skin.
 

God, I wanted to do that since forever…

Finally, I reach him. My mouth closes on the swollen crest and he releases an erotic growl from deep inside. I swirl my tongue around the thick head, making him hiss with pleasure.
 

Good, it’s working…

I suck him hard, pumping with my hand, taking as much as I can. I feel him shake beneath me, his hands grip my hair tightly, but not painfully.

“Yesss….” Eric hisses, then grunts as I swirl my tongue around him while sucking.
 

“All right… ok… I’m good… that’s enough, kitten.” He breathes out.
 

I ignore him and continue to pump my hand, drawing him in and out of my mouth.

Tit for tat, baby…
 

I see what he meant by getting carried away. Just seeing him like this, hearing him panting and moaning is driving me wild. My sex clenches on emptiness, making me even needier than before.

“Ahh… enough Katherine, I’m ready.” he opens his eyes into slits and looks down at me.

Running my tongue up from root to tip, I look at him through heavy lids. “I’ll decide when you’re ready… and I say not yet.” I rasp his words back at him.

Eric’s eyes widen a fraction as he realizes what I’m doing, but then they narrow and darken.
 

“I wouldn’t play this game with me, kitten. You don’t want to see me lose control and I’m about to.”
 

The tone of his voice makes me pause a little. It’s dangerous, almost violent, but after a quick moment of consideration, I dismiss it and resume his punishment.

I
want
to see you lose control, baby. I want to feel you wild and aggressive, no holding back
.

Eric closes his eyes and groans as I resume working my hand and mouth over and around him.
 

Slowly, his grunts transform into growls and the hands in my hair start gripping me painfully, so painfully I have to stop.
 

“Ow… Eric, you’re hurting me.”
 

I look up at him and the next “Ow” dies on my lips. My eyes widen slightly as I realize that the Eric I know is gone. The man gazing down at me is a man I don’t know. He’s looking at me with fury and lust. His eyes are dangerously sharp on me and I know that this is a man that has crossed a line and lost all of his inhibitions. Eric’s hand moves to my throat. Gripping it firmly, he lifts me to my knees. Without a warning, he throws me on the mattress, pressing my face into it. His hand shifts to the back of my neck, holding me down and I feel his warm breathe on my ear.
 

“Stay.” He commands.
 

The tone of his voice paralyzes me. It’s cold, hard and terrifying. He removes his hand from my neck and I gasp at the sound of fabric tearing, realizing it’s my tank top.
 

I know I should be scared but this is seriously turning me on!
 

His hand returns to the nape of my neck, holding me down with a firm grip. I cry out when he rams into me from behind, pounding into me violently, relentlessly. My hands clench the sheet so hard my fingers start hurting. The hand on my nape moves to my hair, fisting it then roughly pulling it back. With his other hand he spanks me. Hard. My skin ignites. It’s smarting worse with each strike. I’ve never been spanked this hard. It hurts, but astonishingly enough, it makes me wetter, makes me hotter for him, and I don’t moan, I scream out of pleasure.