The Executive's Secretary, page 18
There was so much heat between us.
His eyes roamed around my face, darting from my nose to my lips up to my own eyes, lingering on my chest before resting on my legs.
My heart thudded against my ribcage and the blood rushed in my ears. He still caused such feelings to rear up, my cheeks flushed and a heat formed between my thighs. He reached up, licking his lips, and entwined his finger around a curl in my hair. I closed my eyes as shudders of ecstasy ran through my body. The shear proximity of him to me anymore made me feel like I was on the brink of orgasm. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted him. I craved him. I need him so desperately.
I tried to smile. He didn’t. He took a step closer to me. Everything faded around us. Nothing mattered. Nothing existed but the two of us. He pursed his lips, the hand in my hair brushed my cheek gently.
The yearning I felt for Bryce was painful and unbelievably euphoric at the same time. He filled every part of me. The desire to be with him was more than physical. I wanted him to be mine. I wanted to curl up in his arms forever. He stretched out on my couch, opening his arms for me. My body slid into his perfectly. With my head resting on his chest, and his arms around me, I took a deep breath and knew there was no way I could ever recover if things would fall apart. This was where I belonged. This was how things were supposed to be. We were meant to be.
Chapter Thirty-three
I turned on the T.V and put on some movie I’d never heard of. I reached up and turned off the lights. As he leaned back, I fell on top of him. He stretched on his back, and I on my side. I didn’t pay much attention to the movie, I confess I had ulterior motives. I focused on his breathing. It was steady and rhythmic. His fingers ran up and down my spine, it was a bit seductive and intoxicating. His hand traveled further down my back to the bottom of my shirt. His soft hands met my bare skin sending shivers up my spine yet again. He traced the hem of my pants, playing around the delicate areas of my hips. I bit my lips in order to hold back the moan that wanted to escape. I glanced up at him, but he didn’t look at me. He kept his eyes trained on the movie. He was completely unaware of how insane he drove me.
I pushed his shirt up, running my hands along his abs up to his chest and back down again. I looked up at him once again. This time his head was back and his eyes closed. His lips parted slightly and a moan escaped. His hand moved up my back, past my neck, and tangled in my hair. The hand in my hair tightened, tugging slightly, not hurting, but enough to pull my head back. My breath escaped me. His intense gaze bore into my eyes. The anticipation of his kiss was killing me. I could feel it in my deep in my gut. I bit my lip, actually nervous what he was planning on doing. The anticipation drove me insane as the heat between my legs grew. I squirmed against him in a weak attempt to relieve the pressure building up. I wrapped a leg around one of his, edging him on. The dark look in his eyes finally melted and he pulled me into him.
To say the spark when our lips met was fireworks is an understatement. It was like the eruption of Pompeii. His mouth closed on top of mine, exploring, invading, conquering.
It was more intense than our first kiss.
His tongue slid against mine, making it his. My hands slid to his waist, squeezing and pulling him flush against my body. I wanted him closer. I need him. I wanted him. He allowed me to take control for a moment. He allowed me to shift positions and pull him in. I pressed my hip into him, moving my hand to his face. Our breathing sped up, our lips moved faster, I’d never kissed a man, even Bryce, the way we were kissing at that moment.
Then he regained control. He rolled me to my back. He pinned my arms down, held me there, and pressed himself into my body kissing hard. He changed his pace yet again. Abandoning my lips, feathering kisses along my jaw to my neck. He placed delicate pecks at the top of my breasts, pulling them free of my bra.
I was going mad. I couldn’t help but groan in utter frustration. And what did Bryce do? He smiled! That bastard was smiling while I was going insane!
“Don’t enjoy it too much,” I said breathily.
“I can’t help it if I enjoy what I do to you.” He continued to smile.
He flicked the button of my jeans open and pulled them off along with my panties. A pained groan escaped my lips as I watched him remove his own jeans and boxer briefs. He positioned himself between my thighs and I could feel the length of him press against me. He thrust forward and in an explosion of pure euphoria my eyes rolled to the back of my head as my hips bucked forward to match Bryce’s.
“Bryce!”
He kissed me hard as he pushed harder. His entire body was tense. I could see every line of muscle in his body. Sweat beaded on his forehead and neck, the heat was intense. He breathed heavily and stiffened.
“Holy shit, Piper.”
He collapsed on top of me, breathing even heavier. My entire body felt like Jell-O. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, holding him as tight as I could which wasn’t tight at all. He pulled out a bit before slamming back in, surprising me. My breath hitched, my eyes shot open, and my body arched against him.
“Do you want more?” he whispered.
I nodded.
Bryce leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, kissing me long and soft. His thrusting slowed. It became more rhythmic and mesmerizing. I felt his thighs tighten and quiver before he paused above me, the head of his cock resting at the entrance of my pussy.
“Are you alright?” I asked.
“Pacing myself,” he said.
“Okay”
I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him into me. He groaned and staggered his movements for a few moments. He sped up his movements. I could tell what was coming.
Him.
He dropped his head into the grove of my neck, nibbling on my collar bone as he rammed into me. Harder, faster. He thrust forward again, again, and again. Each time going harder and faster, a shudder of pleasure erupting in every pore of my body as he stilled above me. His eyes shut, his mouth open, and his body quivered before he fell to the side of me. He pressed his forehead to mine, closing his eyes.
“I love you, Piper.”
“I love you, too, Bryce.”
I watched as he sat up, his body glistening in the moonlight. His muscles taught and still quivering. I rolled onto my side, smiling. He was everything I ever wanted and more.
How did you get so lucky, Piper.
He turned and looked at me, grinning a crooked grin.
“I’ll be right back,” he said.
I nodded, lying back on the pillow. I watched as he disappeared into the bathroom. The day was complete and utter bliss. Nothing could make it better. I rolled onto my back, closing my eyes, listening for my love to come out of the bathroom.
“Everything alright in there?” I called.
“Just fine,” he whispered in my ear.
I sat up and stared wide eyed. “Shit, Bryce!”
“Scare you?” he asked.
“Yes!”
“Sorry.” He slid onto the bed next to me, his eyes hooded me, watching my face closely.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing. Just admiring you.”
I curled my arm around my head. He seemed so distracted. I couldn’t read his face. Normally I could tell what he was thinking. Not right now though.
“A penny for your thoughts?”
“There is something I want to ask you,” he started.
“Okay.” I pushed myself up on an elbow.
“I don’t know if you’ll be up for it though.”
“Just ask,” I said.
“It’ll seem so sudden.” He bit his lip.
“I don’t care, Bryce.”
He leaned over the side of my bed and grabbed his pants. He hesitated momentarily, sighed heavily, and pulled out a black ring box.
I gasped at the sight of the box.
“I know this isn’t the most ideal place or very romantic, but I can’t wait. I love you so very much Piper. More than I’ve ever loved anyone. You’re the only person I want to spend my life with.”
“Uh huh,” I muttered.
“What I’m trying to say, Piper, will you be my wife?” He opened the box to reveal a beautiful sapphire and diamond ring.
“Oh my God.” I took the box from him staring at the ring. I didn’t know what to say. It was what I wanted, but were we moving too fast?
“Don’t leave me hanging.”
“I…Well.”
Do I say yes? Do I accept his proposal?
“You don’t want to marry me.”
I sat in silence for a few seconds staring at the ring. It was beautiful. He was everything I wanted. This was everything I wanted, but what would everyone say? What would the world say?
Who the fuck cares?
“Yes!” I screamed, sitting up on my knees throwing my arms around his neck.
“Yes?” he asked.
“Yes.” Tears welled in my eyes as I stared at him. “Yes.”
He took the ring from me and slid it on my finger. It looked amazing. He was amazing.
I stood up, still naked, and danced around the room. He leaned back against the pillows and laughed. “Mean it?”
“Yes!”
I leaped onto the bed and wiggled up to him, kissing his luscious lips.
“I love you, Piper.”
“I love you, Bryce.”
“Are you happy?”
“Happier than you could ever imagine.” I smiled.
“Good.”
Bryce O’Connell wasn’t such a bastard after all. In fact, I loved the man.
Alexa Night, The Executive's Secretary
