Spark (16 page)

“I need you. Now, Eric,” I demand, breaking the kiss so he can see the intensity in my eyes.

“Are you sure?” he asks, hopeful.

“I’m so fucking positive.” I grin at him, proud that I’ve finally overcome the fear of something bad happening.

He scoops my body off the wall and walks me to his bedroom. He lays us on his bed as our lips continue molding together. The pure taste of Eric is something I’ll never forget, a taste I don’t ever want to be without—it’s sweet, yet his mouth is eager and demanding at the same time.

He climbs over my body and leans back slightly
on his calves. He unbuttons my jeans and shimmies them down my legs. He stands and does the same to his jeans and briefs. I’m staring at his perfect naked body. It’s hard not to stare actually, but the feelings I have for him are the reason I never want to take my eyes off him. He’s simply stunning.

I lean up on my elbows as he lowers himself to me once again. I look him in the eyes and contemplate telling him exactly how I feel.

“Thank you for today, Eric.” Before I can continue, he quickly presses his lips back to mine. I giggle at his eagerness as he explores my body with his hands and mouth. The way he looks at me and touches me makes me feel confident and secure for the first time in my life.

“So fucking beautiful,” he mumbles against my bare skin as he makes his way between my thighs.
The way the F bomb rolls off his tongue makes me suddenly at ease—for the first time ever. It’s as if he’s taking away every bad thing Aiden has ever done to me and replacing those horrible things with good memories now.

He
brushes the lace of my panties with one finger as he kisses around it, teasing, and torturing the hell out of me. I thrust my hips up to greet his lips, but he smirks and continues laying perfect wet kisses around my most sensitive area.

The sensation is…holy crap, I don’t even have words to explain it.
He brushes my panties to the side with one finger and dives in with his perfect, moist mouth. Moans escape my lips the more intense his mouth becomes. He doesn’t back down as I try to squirm from his grip, not that I want him to, but the feeling…the sensation…is more than I can handle.

I scream out his name in pure ecstasy as I claw at the sheets between my fingers. My hips thrus
t up higher into his mouth as he licks the wetness from me. He rises for a moment, and then continues placing kisses up my torso and stopping at my breasts. He grabs one and firmly shoves it between his lips, tonguing my nipple between his teeth making it hard. I arch my back as I give him full access to my chest. I’m enjoying each stroke of his tongue, and what he is doing between each breast.

His lips make their way back up to my mouth
, and I take him all in, tasting a mixture of Eric and myself on his lips. I feel his hands reach my panties once again as he slowly drifts them down my legs.

Just the sensation of his touch drives me insane. I combust even before he enters me. Eric smiles against
my bare skin as his lips rub along my raw neck. His lips cover my mouth as his hands freely explore my body. I grip my hands against his chiseled back as I push him down closer to me. I was ready for him. Ready for this.

“Eric…” I barely mumble out, desperate and needy for him.

“Patience, baby.” He rubs a hand down my side, leaving tingles on my bare skin. The way his body hovers over me is making me insane. I’ve been desperate for his touch for so long, I don’t think I can wait another minute.

“I need you now, Eric. I’m done waiting,” I say eagerly, almost begging.
Without saying a word, He reaches for my hands and lifts my arms over my head. He cuffs and traps them with one hand and spreads my legs apart with the other. I arch my back up to greet him, but instead, he pushes a finger in. The sensation is pure ecstasy as he continues to make me moan.

After he has thoroughly explored me, he lifts up and whispers in my ear, “Do not move your arms.” His tone is serious, and I can only manage a nod
in response.

He makes his way down my body by laying fresh, sweet kisses down my torso. He stops at my navel and tongues a ring around it before continuing to go down further.

“So wet,” he groans, making me clench my thighs, but he stops me and opens them up for him even wider. He towers over me and crashes his lips to mine. “I’ll be gentle,” is all he says before he finally enters me. First, he enters slow, letting my body surround him and extend to his size. My eyes slam shut as I try to push all the bad memories out of my head and allow only ones of Eric in.

He places his palms on each side of me and continues to push further inside.
My body finally opens up for him, allowing him to thrust into me completely. The feeling…the raw mixture of our bodies is phenomenal. Never in my life had I expected it to feel so damn good.

I arch my back again as moans continue to slip through my lips. As the urgency comes out faster and louder through my mouth, Eric picks up the pace,
grinding deeper and harder into me as our hips collide together.

My hands instinctively cling to his back, pushing him down harder against me. He doesn’t stop the rhythm as he grabs my hands and pushes them back up over my head.

“Ugh, I need to touch you, babe,” I pout, begging him to allow me.

“Not yet,” he whispers, slammin
g harder into me, making me scream out, and completely forgetting that he has my hands held hostage. I comply and wrap my fingers around the backboard, holding on for dear life.

The pain
has been completely taken away and replaced with pleasure…intense, mind-blowing, body-rocking pleasure. I feel so comfortable with Eric, I’m not even embarrassed that I’m screaming and moaning out in pure satisfaction. For the first time in my life, I feel safe…
complete…treasured.

“Good God, baby…I didn’t expect you to feel this good,” Eric groans, grinding his hips further into me as he grabs my hips and pulls me closer to him. Our bodies become one as the sweat,
heat, and moisture rips from us as we both climax.

Eric leans up on his elbows and lightly kisses my lips as I try to control my breathing.
Holy shit…that was…more than I ever expected…much, much more.

“
Wow…” I mutter, unable to say anything else while my chest is still heaving as I try to catch my breath.

“Agreed.”

“If that was you being gentle, I can’t wait to see what you’re keeping from me.” I grin, looking into his soft emerald eyes.

“You have no idea,” he whispers, pressing his lips down to mine
. He rolls us to our sides, still pressed into me. I can tell I’m extremely sensitive down there, but it doesn’t stop me from pushing myself against him. “Hmm…feisty little thing, aren’t ya?”

“You have no idea.”

“I didn’t peg you for that girl.”

I grab a button-up shirt from his closet
and slowly button it as I walk toward him. “Peg me as what girl exactly?”

“A girl that sleeps with a man on the first date,” he teases as he puts his briefs back on.

“Wow, that’s deep. Are you this sweet with all your conquests?” I stand between his legs as he sits on the edge of his bed.

“Conquests
? What do you take me for?” He slams a palm to his chest, pretending to be crushed. I laugh at his horrible fake sad face. I hop on his lap, and wrap my legs around his waist.

“I take you for a man that knows what he’s doing.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Before I can retort, he slams his mouth to mine, taking me by complete surprise, and whipping me back on the mattress. I giggle as my body impacts the bed, taken back at his reaction. As my legs are wrapped around his waist, I push him deeper into me.

He l
ies on top of me, grinding his hips into me, making me feel his hardness. The feeling jives electricity through my body as I ache for more of him already. The way our bodies react with one another is almost too much, but there’s no way I’m questioning it now.

As my legs are wrapped around hi
s waist, I use all my momentum and push him back as hard as I can. I manage to get him on his back and straddle my legs on each side of him.

“Now that’s more like it,” he teases, grinning like a little boy in a candy store. He rests his hands behind his head, enjoying the view I was about to give him.

With each button I slowly undo, I feel him beneath me getting harder and harder as he pokes me between my thighs. I rip the shirt off my arms and freely drop it to the ground. I rise on my knees and playfully grasp a finger between his skin and briefs.

He manages to help push his briefs off the rest of the way and lays back down as I have my way with him.

“Do. Not. Move.” I order, pronouncing each syllable slowly. I pin his hands above his head to make sure he knows what I mean. He grins and nods at my orders as I lower my lips down his chest.

Our bodies are skin to skin. I lick my lips as I make my way down his chest, stopping at his nipple ring.

“I’ve wanted this nipple ring in my mouth since the first time I saw you shirtless,” I admit, wrapping my tongue around it and sucking it thoroughly. Without responding, Eric yelps out a pleasurable moan, as I taste him completely with my mouth.

I lower my lips down his torso, making sure to capture every inch of bare skin with my tongue. The way he tastes is unlike anything I could’ve ever imagined. It’s a mixture of sweat and a sweet man scent. If his taste
were the only taste I could ever have for the rest of my life, I’d die a happy woman.

I make my way down and use my free hand to wrap about his thickness.
He pulsates at the sensation of my lips and hand wrapping around him. I’m eager to show him how much I care for him and how bad I want him, but the truth was, I have never done this before.

Not knowing whether I was doing it right, I continue licking, sucking, and jerking my hand up and down him. The way he moans and arches his body tells me he likes it, so I keep going.

“Fuck, baby,” he moans, reaching a hand out to push me down further.

“No, no, babe. Hands up!” I remind him, smiling at his torturous pouty face.

After Eric is thoroughly rubbed and sucked, I raise my body back up to him so we are chest to chest. I lean up on my hands and sink my body down on him. As soon as he enters me, I grind my hips down on him as hard as I can. I know I take him by surprise when his eyes pop open and he tries to place his hands on my thighs. I throw them back, reminding him to obey my orders.

I find the rhythm and thrust and grind my hips against his. It feels
unreal. I moan out his name several times unwillingly, but the way my body feels when it connects with his is something I never want to lose.

I bend down slightly and grasp his lips with mine. They taste eager and sweet and I can’t help but smile at the sensation our bodies are making.
I jolt my hips up and down until neither of us have anymore control. We scream out in unison as we both climax together.

We clean ourselves up once again, and I
put his button-up shirt back on, although I doubt it’ll stay on for long.
This has to be one of the best first dates I’ve ever had.

“So, tell me about your parents?” I
say, lying on my side with my elbow propped up. We’ve been lying in his bed soaking up the moment, not wanting it to pass us by.

“Well, you’ve already met my father. He moved up here when I was fifteen years old. My parents are still together though and he visits on holidays.
My ma is the best. Total southern wife all the way. She would love you.” He smiles, brushing a piece of loose hair behind my ear.

“You’d want me to meet your mother?” I ask, curious that he’s thought about it.

“Of course. As long as you don’t tell her how I’ve corrupted you,” he teases, biting his lower lip.
Fuuuuck, that’s hot.

“All right, well if we don’t get out of this bed, we’ll never get any sleep.” I give his lips a quick kiss, but he wraps a hand around my head and pushes me in deeper. It doesn’t take me long
for him to convince me as I stroke his tongue with mine.

As our hands freely explore one another, the loud beeping of his pager
alarms.
Ugh.

“Oh, shit,” he mumbles, rolling off his side of the bed to grab the screaming pager. “Crap, I
gotta go, babe.” He silences the pager and turns to look at me. I understand completely that this is Eric’s career and that he has to go, but I can’t help the sad feeling that rises over me, as our night has to end. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m not even on call. I don’t know why I’m getting paged, but I’ll call as soon as I can.” He walks over to grab his clothes and quickly shuffles them on. I get dressed as well, knowing that I have to do the whole
walk of shame
back to my apartment.

He grabs his keys and cell phone and shoves them into his pockets. He flicks all the lights off and makes sure the door is locked. I put my shoes back on and let him grab my hand as he leads us down the hall.

“Be safe.”

“I will.” He kisses me on the forehead as the elevator reaches the lobby. “I love you!” he shouts as he runs out the lobby doors.

Part of my heart feels like it just left with him. The night we just had together was unbelievable. A night I’ll never forget, and yet, he was gone.

I don’t even realize how late it is until I get back to my apartment to a raging Carissa.

“Oh my god…” She crosses her arms, looking intently at me. “First, I was mad you didn’t text me that you were going to be home late, but now…now I see why.” She winks at me and grabs my hand in hers. “Spill, I need to know all the deats.”

I roll my eyes at her as she fishes for gossip. I budge, but just a little. She doesn’t need to know the
intimate details. I’ve been gone the whole day, so she pretty much can guess what happened.

“I can’t fucking believe it.” She shakes her head as if she were in a dream.
“He better not hurt you! I swear I’ll cut his nuts off if he does,” she threatens, completely serious.

“I know. That’s why I love you.”

“Well, I’m sorry I can’t stay and chat, but I have a… prior engagement tonight.” She winks as she grabs her purse and heads out the door. I laugh and wave her goodbye.

I get in the shower and soon realize how sore my body is. I think I pulled a muscle or two, but it was so damn worth it. The hot steam
helps to make my body feel rejuvenated, and I stand in there just a bit longer to rationalize the entire day.

Eric. Good Lord. I can’t believe Eric and I made love
—hot, steamy, fucking amazing love. I don’t know if it’s possible, but I suddenly feel like a completely new person. The fearful, skittish Velaney is nowhere to be seen. A new upbeat, fearless, cocky Velaney has arrived.

And I like her.

I step out of the shower, grinning like a complete lovesick girl, but I don’t care. I love him.
Holy balls…I LOVE HIM!

I need to tell him right away, but I know I can’t.
Damn.

I dress in some yoga pants and a tank top and decide to make some popcorn. I’m far too riled up to sleep right now. Just as the microwave beeps to tell me it’s finished, a hard
, loud knock on the door startles me.

Assuming Carissa forgot her keys, I whip open the door without even looking through the peephole.

“Alex?” I gasp, clenching my legs tightly together. Suddenly I feel like I’m on display. I grasp the door, not wanting to widen it anymore. Before I can comprehend what is happening, Aiden surprises me and barges past Alex, shoving past me as he comes into my apartment. Alex follows suit, and pushes me back as he slams the door shut.

“What the hell is going on? Why are you here, Aiden? And Alex? You two know each other?” I keep my distan
ce, demanding answers.

“Shut up, you bitch! I’ll be the one asking
the questions around here!” Aiden shouts, pointing a finger directly in my face as he steps closer to me. My body freezes as a wave of chills cross my body.

Bye-bye fearless, Velaney.

My lips tremble as I fight to keep the words in. I’m confused on why Alex is here…with
him. And the last I knew, Aiden was in jail.

“Your little friend caused some damage!” he shouts again, but this time closer to my ear, making the gesture intimate.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I barely mumble at hearing level.

“Fuck if
you don’t, Velaney! Your boy toy sent me to jail! If it weren’t for mom and dad—”

“Wait! Mom and dad bailed you out?” I
ask. I’m surprised to hear that my own parents would bail him out after what he did to me. But then again, maybe it shouldn’t surprise me that much.
At least not anymore.

“Of course. I was wrongfully accused, thanks to you,” he sneers, making my body tremble with regret and fear.

Go frigging figure.

“Why are you here? What do you want?” I ask desperately, barely getting the air into my lungs.

“We have some unfinished business, Princess.” His eyes are dark, intimidating.

“Don’t call me that,” I mutter, backing down at the painful memories that are filling my head.

“I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want!” he screams, towering over me. Alex senses how bad this is getting…
fast.

“Be cool, man. Just leave her alone,” Alex pleads, bracing a hand on Aiden’s back.

If looks could kill…

Aiden pushes Alex back up against the wall and just like that, Aiden pounds his fist into his face. I squeal as the impact forces Alex’s head to fall back and blood rushes out and down his chin.

“Oh my God! Aiden, stop!” I don’t know what overcomes me, but I rush over and try to push Aiden off Alex.
Wrong move.

“You’ll have your turn, Princess!” He forcefully shoves me back, making me trip over the dining room t
able and fall straight on my butt. “Alex, here, was just a pawn…he used you, Princess. How do you feel now?”
A pawn?

“Is that true, Alex?” I ask desperately, feeling hurt and betrayed. I get to my feet, r
ubbing the soreness from my body.

“
Vel, I’m sorry! I didn’t know this was his plan. He told me he was trying to find his long lost sister. I swear, I didn’t know!” his voice is eager, pleading almost to get me to believe him.
This whole frigging time… Alex was a set up.

Aiden chimes in just in time to bring me back
to the present, and the seriousness of the entire situation. “Now that you two went down memory lane, let’s finish what I came here for in the first place, shall we?” I want to rip that snarky grin right off his face. He thinks he’s winning. He wants control…to dominate…to be feared.

I
scan the room, trying to find a way to break from Aiden. He watches me, seeing that I’m making a plan. He lets go of Alex after shoving him against the wall one final time and plunges toward me. I take a step back, bracing for the attack that I’m about to receive.

“Listen, Princess. You are mine. I
made
you mine!” The way the words
princess
and
mine
roll off his tongue makes me cringe.

“I was
never
yours, Aiden. You stole that from me!” I spit out, suddenly brave.

He grabs my hands and slams me toward the wall, bracing my hands in his. I squirm trying to get out of his grip, but he pushes his
knee in between my legs to pin me down.

“You willingly gave it to me. Stop pretending.”

“You’re fucking sick! I didn’t give anything to you! I was eight years old!” With all the momentum I could obtain, I push him back, trying to get out of his firm hold. Forgetting how strong he is, his body barely moves. Rage fills his eyes as he head butts me, knocking my head back against the wall.