Page 45 of Lie with Me
And I love it.
It’s late by the time we get back to CJ’s hotel room. The skyscrapers twinkle in the windows as the snowflakes continuously fall.
“Pretty, isn’t it?” CJ asks as I stare at the snowfall.
“Breathtaking,” I muse.
He tucks some hair behind my ear. “The snow isn’t the only thing that’s breathtaking.”
I smirk at him. Silly.
He pulls me against him and forces me to look up. “I’m not kidding. You’re the most breathtaking woman I have ever been with.” There’s ferocity burning in his big brown eyes.
It makes me ache to know he thinks of me like that. I have been called many things in my life—pretty, beautiful, gorgeous even—but they are all terms that felt superficial. When CJ uses the word breathtaking, it feels one hundred percent real.
He touches his lips to mine, so softly at first I barely even feel it. And with each kiss, the pressure builds until we are pressed together, our tongues curling around each other and our hands roaming the other’s body. The way he’s caressing me is completely different tonight. It’s still fiery, but fueled more with emotion. It scares me, but not enough to push away, because I want him to touch me like this. I want to feel wanted, worshiped by him.
CJ kisses me so passionately, I stop thinking about every wrong thing in my life and just lose myself in him as kissing becomes caressing, which leads to groping and grabbing, and then full-on ravishing. He takes my face in his hands and looks me dead in the eyes between embraces. He’s never looked at me like that before, with such overbearing emotion.
It makes my heart pound. Riotously. I wrap my arms around his neck as he walks us over to the bed. Indulgently, he pulls my shirt over my head, pressing sweet, savory kisses along my collarbone. He undresses me leisurely, unbuttoning my jeans and then lowering the zipper. When I’m left standing in just my bra, panties, and tousled hair, CJ captures my face in his hands once again. What he says next nearly unravels me.
“Tara, you are the most unexpected, but best thing, that has ever happened to me. I have let plenty of women into my bed, but none of them into my heart.”
My stomach flips—half from guilt, half from elation. I want to be the only woman in his bed and his heart, but I can’t bring myself to articulate what I’m feeling. So instead, I kiss him, grabbing at his pants and stroking his erection. He moans eagerly as he puts his hands all over me, lightly brushing his fingertips against my bare skin. Before long, his clothes are lying on the floor next to mine, my underwear a distant memory.
He lifts me right off the ground, forcing my legs around his waist with our lips fused together. CJ lays me on the bed and uses his mouth to revel in my body, starting from my neck and licking his way down over my breasts to my navel until his breath is tickling my slit. He urges my legs apart and plants his face between my thighs. I immediately jump from the soft feel of his tongue against my clit. He moves it so methodically, it catches me off guard. He’s purposeful with his flicks and the way he circles the tip around my flesh. I’m moaning like crazy from the carefulness of it all.
“CJ . . . CJ . . .” I grab the sheets and squirm on the bed as he lifts me higher, watching my every tortured move.
Of all the times he’s gone down on me, it has never felt like this. Never felt like more than just a physical act.
I begin to shake, an orgasm hovering and my feelings breaching.
He slashes his tongue against me one last time then pulls away, leaving me a quivering mess. He wipes his mouth on the inside of my thigh then grabs for a condom.
Sheathing himself quickly, he pins me beneath him and slides his cock between my wet folds. I twitch from the teasing friction. Clasping both of my hands, he breathes erratically while sinking inside me. I spread my legs wider, trying to accept as much of him as I possibly can.
“That’s it, baby.” His voice is rough. “Open those legs and let me have you.”
CJ grips my hands tighter and buries himself balls deep until I’m completely full, completely stretched, and completely his. As he thrusts, his pelvis massages my burning nub, but not in a frantic, bloodthirsty fuck like usual. This is emotive, terrifying, and climactic all at the same time. This is crossing oceans and demolishing boundaries. The way he’s looking at me, kissing me, making love to me.
“Tara,” CJ murmurs my name like it’s a prayer. “Tell me you want to be with me as much as I want to be with you.”
Oh, shit. I knew where this was headed, even though I didn’t want to believe it. It was too good to be true. I don’t want to lie, but I don’t want to be honest, either.
I pant beneath him, trying to keep my wits.
“Tara?” He thrusts in deep, and I arch in ecstasy.
“Yes, I want to be with you.” I cave. “Every day, every night.” I try to catch my breath, but he feels so good, it’s paralyzing.
“How do you feel? How do you truly fucking feel?” He grills me, all while delivering unearthly pleasure.
I screw my eyes shut and concentrate on just his body, the rhythm of his hips, and the way his cock commands me.
“Baby, tell me.” He buries his face in my neck and sucks on my skin, moving upward toward my ear. My breathing quickens like bullet rounds until his hair is tickling my cheek, and my pussy is throbbing so hard it hurts.
“Tara, tell me a secret,” he appeals, and my eyes instantly water with tears.
