Heart's Surrender (5 page)

CHAPTER 6

Gillian blinked, waking up from a dream filled with pleasure and heat and fun. She snuggled deeper into the covers, trying to hold on to the wonderful feelings the dream had left behind.

The sound of running water invaded her mind. She slowly opened her eyes. White wardrobes.
This is no dream.
She was in the downtown apartment, she wasn’t alone…and she had fallen asleep on her lover.
Damn.
She closed her eyes again and drew the cover over her head.
How embarrassing.
She had fallen asleep on Sam. Gillian peeked out from under her shelter. Two a.m. And Sam was still here. Which had to be a good sign.
Right?

With a sigh Gillian stretched muscles that whined about being overly used.
What a night.
She was quite sure that there wasn’t a millimeter on her body that Sam hadn’t touched or licked in some way. And yet, imagining that it was Sam showering in the next room…a prickling sensation rose over Gillian’s whole body. The sex had once again been great, wonderful, and fulfilling. And tonight Sam had even been open to being touched. Not too intimately. But she had been different compared to their first time together. There was no doubt that Sam was an amazing lover.
I wonder how she acts outside the bedroom?
Gillian sighed and burrowed deeper into the pillow.
Let’s be honest. You’d like to see her again. But how do I ask her?

Sam looked into the mirror. “What do I do?”

Her reflection didn’t answer.

Why did this happen to her? Why be interested in someone who was supposedly only into one-night-stands? Well, technically a two-night-stand…Truth was that she would love to meet Gillian outside the bedroom, to get to know her a bit...to chat about normal things, to hear about Gillian’s life.
Maybe I won’t even like her once we’ve spoken more than five sentences that don’t evolve around sex.
She’s out of my league. And I don’t know anything about her. Maybe she’s even married. Has a husband who loves to hear about her hot little adventures.
The thought made Sam sick.
But she had to know. If Gillian was married and just used her as a distraction or whatever…then Sam wouldn’t see her again and that would be it. She wouldn’t invest more time into “this”—whatever “this” was. If Gillian was interested and if there was a chance to get to know her a bit more…Sam grimaced at her mirror image.
I’ll take it one step at a time.
She knew that she was a good fuck buddy and Gillian was a great lover. But after the bad experiences Sam had had with relationships in the past, she wasn’t sure if she was up for more. Relationships scared the shit out of her. On the other hand…Gillian was intriguing and fun.
What to do?
Sam turned around, took a deep breath and entered the bedroom.

Gillian lay naked on top of the covers, her eyes closed, her face relaxed and soft.

She’s beautiful.
Sam remained standing in the doorway, arms crossed over her chest, and enjoyed the sight before her. Her gaze wandered to Gillian’s hands. Those fingers had touched her and brought her amazingly close to losing control; something she hadn’t done in a long time.

As if sensing she was being watched, Gillian opened her eyes, her gaze seeking Sam’s.

Once again, Sam found herself the focus of an intense green-eyed stare that seemed to go straight through her. For a long moment, she held Gillian’s unblinking gaze, then went over to the bed.

“Hi, stranger,” Gillian finally said in a voice so low that chills went down Sam’s spine.

“Hi there yourself,” Sam purred, crossing the distance between them. She crawled unto the mattress and reached out a hand, slowly caressing Gillian’s cheek. Sam took her time stroking Gillian’s brows, her eyelids, the lines of her lips and her nose before asking, “How are you doing?”

Gillian chuckled. “My throat is a bit hoarse but beside that... I think I never felt more alive.” She touched Sam’s thigh, her touch as soft and gentle as a butterfly’s. “Thank you.”

Sam grinned. “You’re a truly attractive woman, Gillian. I can’t get enough of you.” She traced the line of Gillian’s jaw with the backs of her fingers. And it was true. The longing to touch Gillian was greater than the longing to guard herself.
For the moment at least
. “I think you’ve put a spell on me.”

“I did?” Gillian’s laughter curled around Sam’s heart. “Well, I think it was the other way around.”

Sam steeled herself against the rejection she was sure would follow. “I know it’s early and all that. But would you like to meet again? Next Friday or so?”

Gillian grimaced. “I can’t.”

Two words with the power to shred a heart. Sam looked away. What had she thought?
That Gillian really did want to spend more time with her?
“It’s all right. I really enjoyed tonight.” Sam kissed Gillian’s forehead and got up from bed. With a swift move she collected her underwear from the floor.

“Wait.” Gillian stared wide-eyed at Sam. “What’s happening here?”

Sam avoided Gillian’s gaze. She felt a lot like her fifteen-year old self when her dad had asked what she was doing out late with his chauffeur’s daughter.

“I’d love to see you again. It’s just that I can’t next Friday.”

“Oh.” Sam froze.

Gillian’s brows furrowed. “Did you think I didn’t want to come? To see you again? Ever?”

All Sam wanted was to slip into her clothes and run. That was exactly what she had thought.

“Sam? Look at me, please?”

Sam forced herself to meet Gillian’s eyes and was caught by the vulnerability she glimpsed there.

“I don’t have time next weekend. But I could meet you for dinner during the week…if you wanted to?”

Sam turned around and slowly put her underwear on the black leather chair that stood in the corner.
Dinner. She wants to have dinner?
Sam turned around and stepped closer to the bed. “You’d like to have dinner with me?”

Gillian nodded and patted the place to her left. “Yes, dinner with you. Only food and talk. I can’t stay away from home for a whole night on a weekday. Though I have no idea how I’ll survive not touching you. Or being touched.” She grinned. “Come here.”

As if remote-controlled, Sam crossed the distance to the bed and crawled back next to Gillian.
She wants to have dinner. And talk.

“You look like a deer caught in headlights.”

Sam swallowed around a throat that was still alarmingly dry. “I feel a bit like it.”

“Why?”

“I…” Sam sighed. “I would like to spend some time outside of bed with you. Like to talk and get to know each other a bit. But I…I believe that we don’t run in the same circles.”

Gillian shrugged. “That’s probably true. But it’s also true that I don’t like my kind of ‘circles’ very much.”

“You don’t?”

“No. I don’t.”

“Oh.”

Gillian snuggled closer, her naked body touching Sam. “You’re cold.” Gillian drew Sam closer. “Come here.”

And Sam complied. She snuggled as close as she could, one hand on Gillian’s hip, the other on Gillian’s side. “And you’re nice and warm.” She let her hand travel from Gillian’s hip to her breast.

“You do have wandering hands.”

“Yes, do you mind?”

Gillian smiled and shook her head. “No, I don’t. But before we forget everything else…So, are you free on Wednesday evening? For dinner?”

“Yes.” And even if she wasn’t she would cancel everything else for this date.

Gillian swallowed. “And would you mind just having dinner with me? Just talking?”

“That’s a toughie. Only talking?” Sam still hadn’t processed that Gillian was possibly interested in more than just sex.

“Yes.”

“I’d love to.” She caressed Gillian’s breast. “I’d love to learn more about you.” Her caress became more intense until Gillian’s nipple was as hard as a rock. “But I’d also love to touch you some more tonight.”

“Please,” Gillian breathed. “Yes.”

“So, all talked out now?”

“Kiss me, you goof.”

Sam rolled on top of Gillian. “Your wish is my command.” Sam rubbed her breasts against Gillian’s, skin sliding on skin. “You’re bossy.” She planted a kiss on Gillian’s lips. “I like that.”

Gillian returned the kiss with a ferocity that scorched Sam from the inside out. Heat centered in her pussy.
She drives me crazy.
Sam took Gillian’s mouth in another kiss, nipping the bottom lip and drawing a whimper from her lover. Desperately needing to feel more of Gillian, Sam began to massage Gillian’s breasts, finally bending her head to suck first one nipple, then the other into her mouth, alternating between the two.

Gillian moaned, shifting her legs wider apart.

After releasing a rosy nipple with a wet pop, Sam found herself fascinated by the goosebumps that followed every touch on the flawless skin under her. “You like that, don’t you?”

“I love it. I love your touch.”

Sam smiled before she slid down Gillian’s body, pausing to kiss the firm, smooth belly. A faded scar from a C-section caught her eye. She hadn’t noticed it until now but had seen those before on sexual partners.
So she has kids.
For a moment Sam froze. Kids did fit into the white picket fence picture she had of Gillian’s life outside the bedroom.
She wants to see you and talk to you on Wednesday.
Sam would concentrate on this. Storing away the information she had gotten from the scar, she blew a raspberry on Gillian’s belly, making her giggle in reply. Tonight was about touch and feel and lust and fun. Sam pressed more kisses on Gillian’s hips and the tops of her thighs.

Soon whimpers and groans rose from Gillian’s throat.

These were the sounds that Sam had longed to hear. She continued her slow torture, dipping her fingers into Gillian’s wetness and swirling them around the moist folds.

Gillian was staring down the length of her body at Sam, her eyes glazed with lust, her lips parted.

Sam slowly brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean of Gillian’s juices.

Gillian stopped breathing and licked her lips as if she could taste herself.

Sam’s nipples tightened and she whispered, “Turn over, beautiful.”

Gillian gazed at her as if stunned. At last, she managed, “Don’t you want me to,” she cleared her throat, “go down on you for a change?”

“Maybe later,” Sam laughed, sitting back on her heels. “Right now, I want you to turn over for me.”

Without hesitation, Gillian flipped over onto her stomach.

Sam’s mouth went from wet to dry immediately. Gillian’s ass was magnificent. Every nerve ending in Sam’s body sizzled at the sight of those round, firm, creamy buttocks. Her cunt twitched.

Gillian shifted.

“Relax, Gillian,” Sam said, pitching her voice low. “I just want to take my time with you and get to know every inch of your body again. I won’t hurt you or do anything you don’t want. As soon as you say ‘no’ I stop whatever I am doing. Trust me.”

“All right.” Gillian’s voice was hoarse.

Sam laid her hands on Gillian’s back, gently kneading the tense muscles she discovered. “I want to make you feel good. That’s the only thing on my mind.” After a few minutes Sam began to move lower to Gillian’s thighs, continuing the careful massage until the knots under Gillian’s skin were worked out. “You doing okay?”

Gillian groaned with pleasure.

Schooling herself to patience, Sam slowly moved her hands until she reached Gillian’s ass, gliding her palms over the plump buttocks until she felt Gillian push back into the caresses, clearly seeking more stimulation.

Sam’s own excitement grew by the second. Gillian was like a natural aphrodisiac, and Sam was gushing wet. “You love it when I play with that sweet ass of yours, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Gillian moaned. “Touch me. Do what you want…anything…just touch me.”

Sam laughed softly, slipping a finger against Gillian’s asshole, a teasing touch that made Gillian’s breath stutter. Sam did not penetrate her. Gillian’s eager response so far to anal play made that a distinct possibility that Sam would love to explore—another time. Not today. She stuck the fingers of her other hand in her mouth to wet them, then rubbed the moisture round and round Gillian’s tight little hole. Sam kissed Gillian’s buttocks and the small of her back, mouthing endearments and obscenities against Gillian’s skin.

It didn’t take long before Sam was as covered in sweat and breathing as heavily as Gillian. Sam crawled forward until the full length of her body was draped over Gillian’s back. She pressed a series of kisses against the nape of Gillian’s neck. Her distinct smell, musky and sweet, increased Sam’s desire even more.

Gillian turned her head, gazing at Sam over her shoulder.

Those green eyes were unguarded, allowing Sam to see that Gillian was willing to give her everything, to yield herself up completely to Sam’s whim. There were no walls between them anymore. As dangerous as this was—she wanted it. She wanted Gillian. Sam took her time peppering Gillian’s spine with kisses before she licked and sucked on one of Gillian’s earlobes, using teeth and tongue, all the time grinding her pelvis against the naked flesh beneath her. Gillian had to be feeling the damp rasp of Sam’s pubic hair on her buttocks, and that thought brought another level of excitement to Sam. This was not a simple act of sex anymore, it was pure adoration from her side. She breathed into Gillian’s ear. “I am so hot for you. I have to hear you come again, and this time I want you to bring yourself off. Imagine me touching myself, playing with my pussy while you play with yours.”