Chapter 12
Kim
AFTER WASHING MY face, I grab the towel off the holder next to the sink and put it to my mouth. I’m nervous, so flipping nervous I can actually see the pulse in my neck thumping away. I know it’s ridiculous to be nervous, seeing how I have been with Sage before and have fooled around a lot since then, but I’m still very, very anxious about the idea of being with him again.
Pulling in a breath through my nose, I drop the towel from my hands onto the counter and take a step back from the mirror to check myself out. I knew when Sage asked me to be here when he got home from work that I would be staying the night, so I made a quick run to Victoria’s Secret when I left the salon. I told myself on the way to the store that I was just going to pick up a few things that needed to be replaced, but really, I wanted something sexy to wear to bed, something that would stop Sage from trying to slow things down when they started heating up. Looking at myself now, I’m pretty sure I succeeded in that endeavor.
The sheer black lace body suit looks good—no, amazing—against my golden skin. The front has a deep V that hits just above my belly button and the back high-cut legs shows off my ass. It has two slim straps that crisscross across my back, holding the straps in place. It’s hot, super-hot. I just don’t know if it’s too much or if it screams desperate.
“Maybe I should just wear my shirt,” I sigh, turning to look at myself over my shoulder and lifting up on my tiptoes to see my bottom.
“Kim,” Sage calls, and I panic, falling forward into the door to make sure he doesn’t come in, causing it to rattle loudly. “You okay?”
“Fine, fine,” I cry out as I stand and attempt to spin around to grab the towel off the counter, but I’m too late. The door opens, and I barely have a chance to hold the face towel sideways in front of my chest.
“You… Jesus.” He steps toward me, and I step back instinctively from the heated look in his eyes, noticing absently that all he’s wearing is a pair of black boxers that are molded to his muscular thighs and his very large erection. “Drop the towel.”
“I—”
“Drop it,” he demands, cutting me off, and a shiver slides over me from the roots of my hair down to the tips of my toes.
Dropping the towel to the floor in front of me, his gaze licks over me and his eyes that were already dark heat up further.
“Christ.” His bottom lip goes between his teeth as he reaches out to run one callused finger from my collarbone down the valley between my breasts to my belly button.
“I….” I don’t even know what I was going to say, but anything that was going to come out of my mouth dies on my lips when his mouth captures mine.
Wrapping one hand around my waist, he pulls me flush against him while his other hand tangles in the hair at the back of my head. Gasping as his tongue sweeps into my mouth, his taste explodes on my tongue, causing a moan to climb up the back of my throat. I grab onto his shoulders as both his hands go to my ass and he lifts me up in one fell swoop. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I tip my head to the side to deepen the kiss as he walks us out of the bathroom toward the bed, where he drops down on top of me.
God, I will never tire of this. I will never get tired of his weight on top of me and his strength surrounding me. Really, I know I will never get tired of him.
“Sage,” I breathe out as his mouth leaves mine to travel down over my jaw, my throat, and then my chest, where he drags the lacy material aside so he can pull one taut nipple between his lips. Feeling his teeth scrape over the hard tip, “Yes” leaves my lips, and my legs wrap tighter around his hips.
“Wet.” His breath blows across my nipple as his fingers slide between my legs over the lace there, causing my hips to jerk.
“Yes,” I agree. But I’m not just wet. I’m drenched, and he hasn’t even really touched me yet. Kissing across my chest, he sucks my neglected nipple through the lace, sending a whole new sensation through my body, which causes my neck to arch and my nails to scrape across the smooth skin of his back. “Holy cow,” I pant as his fingers run between my legs again and his teeth pull my nipple, causing a sharp burst of pleasure to shoot straight to my clit. “I need you,” I say, and his mouth leaves my breast and his eyes meet mine. “Please.”
At my plea, he leans back out of my grasp and flips me to my belly. “Up on your knees.”
“Wh—” My words are cut off as he suddenly pulls me up to my knees, and then he’s behind me and his mouth is on me. “Oh.” My head drops to the bed, and my arms slide out in front of me as he feasts. There is no other way to describe what he’s doing to me. His mouth is everywhere while his hands hold me open to the most exquisite torture of my life. Feeling a knot begin to form in the pit of my stomach, I moan and twist my head side-to-side, trying to fight it back. I want to come, but I know when I do it’s going to wreck me.
“Let go,” he demands against my pussy, and I shake my head. “Fucking let go,” he growls, pinching my clit, and I do. I let go and my body rocks forward as one of the most intense orgasms of my life washes through me, sending me to the stars. Completely spent and seeing white lights dance behind my closed eyelids, I whimper when he flips me to my back. “Again,” he says, burying his face between my legs once more. He licks me from top to bottom, and my legs tighten around his ears and my hands move to hold onto his head.
My clit is sensitive, too sensitive.
“Sage,” I beg, but he ignores me, licking me again before circling my clit and pulling it into his mouth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. My hips jerk and I try to get away, but he grabs my ass, pulling me deeper into his mouth. Oh, God, I didn’t think it was possible, but I know that once again I’m going to come, and come hard. “Sage.” My legs start to shake then he’s there, over me and slamming into me so hard that my breath leaves on a whoosh and my orgasm that was building detonates, sending me screaming his name as I come, clutching him with every part of me.
“Fuck,” he growls as his mouth lands on mine. Tasting myself on his tongue, I whimper against his.
Running my hands down the smooth skin of his back to his ass, I hold on to him, feeling his muscles contract every time he slams into me, and then he jerks my leg up over his arm. It changes the angle, causing him to hit something inside of me that I didn’t even know existed. “I—”
“Do not fucking come until I tell you,” he growls against my mouth as my muscles start to contract around his hard length.
“Sage….”
“We come together this time.”
My legs start to shake and “Oh, God” leaves my mouth as I lean up, tucking my face against his chest.
“Look at me.”
“Sage!”
“Look at me,” he says, and my head falls back and my eyes meet his then close from the intensity in his gaze.
“Goddammit, Kim, open your eyes,” he growls, slowing his thrusts, which causes the inferno that had been building inside me to turn into a slow burn.
“Keep your eyes on mine.” He picks up the tempo and begins pounding into me harder as he holds my gaze. Dropping my leg from his arm, he leans forward and wraps his hand around my jaw as his thick length fills me. “This is us.”
My eyes pull from his and I try to hide the fear that is suddenly overwhelming me. I should have told him. I should have told him before this, and now it’s too late. He’s once again clawed his way deep inside me, and I know I won’t be able to get over the wounds from the loss of him this time.
“Look at me, baby.” The edge in his tone has my eyes going to his. “Tell me that you feel this.”
“I feel it.” And I do, but now it’s also accompanied by fear.
“It’s going to be okay.”
It’s not.
Reaching between us, his thumb finds my clit, and my head arches back into the pillow as I contract around him, trying to pull him impossibly deeper.
“Perfect.” He thumbs my clit, and that along with his cock filling me over and over has me once again on the edge. “Now.” He takes my mouth on his quiet command and I fly over the edge, feeling his hips jerk as he loses himself inside me.
Panting for breath, I wrap my arms around him under his and my legs up higher on his hips as the aftermath of my orgasm sweeps through me like a tidal wave.
“Stay, please,” I plea, tightening my hold on him when his hips shift like he’s going to pull out of me, something I’m not even a little ready for.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers, but my limbs stay tight. “Look at me, baby.” I open my eyes that I didn’t even know were closed and find him looking down at me. “You’re beautiful. You’re always beautiful, but when you come… Jesus, I don’t think there is anything more extraordinary than the look you get in your eyes when you’re about to come. But that’s not what you gave me a second ago. I don’t know what I saw, but I didn’t like it.”
“Sage—”
“Serious as shit, the first moment I saw you I thought for sure the universe was fucking with me. I think that’s the moment I fell in love with you.” Did he just say he loves me? “How? I do not fucking know. I didn’t know who the fuck you were, but I swear to Christ, I knew there was something in you that had always belonged to me.”
“Sage, I—”
“I’d never seen a woman as beautiful as you are, and now I know… not only are you beautiful here—” He runs his finger down the center of my face. “—I know you’re beautiful here, too.” He touches the skin over my heart. “That shit means everything to me, Kimberly. So whatever fucked up shit you have filtering around in your head right now, you need to let it go. I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you.”
Oh, God, my throat burns as I swallow.
“Sa—” His mouth touches mine and he starts to move inside me once more, leaving me no chance to tell him that I feel the same way or about the secret I’ve been keeping from him.
Slowly waking from a deep sleep, I raise my arms up over my head and take a minute to enjoy the way every single inch of me feels beautifully used and sore. I’ve only felt like this once before, and it was after the first night I was with Sage. That night was good, but last night was a million times better. I don’t know how many times he fucked me or made love to me, but it was a lot, and every single time, he made sure he got me off before taking care of himself.
And it was all fabulous.
Rolling to my side, I slowly open my eyes then blink when I see Sage with his eyes on me, dressed and sitting in a chair that he’s pulled up close to the bed.
“Hey.” I smile, getting up on an elbow. “What time is it?” I ask, looking from him to the clock on the side table, one of those old-time clocks with the bells on the top that ring loud when the alarm goes off. Seeing it’s not even 7:00, my eyes go back to him, and it’s then I register the look in his eyes, the odd energy pulsing through the room, and the fact he hasn’t spoken a word to me since I woke up.
Dropping my eyes to the bed, I sit up, pulling the sheet with me as I go, and tuck it under my arms before looking at him once more. “Is everything okay? Di—” I freeze, and my stomach twists when I notice he’s holding a transparent bright yellow bottle with a white twist-off top in his hands. One of my pill bottles.
One of my pill bottles. Oh, God.
“What are you doing with those?” I ask, and that’s when his face changes and anger fills his features.
“I think I should be asking you what the fuck you’re doing with these,” he replies, shaking the bottle and causing the pills inside to rattle against each other. “Got something to tell me, Kimberly?”
“I….” I stop talking, not having the first clue of where to start.
“Got something to tell me?” he repeats loudly, and my heart constricts.
“Yes.”
“Talk,” he bites out, and I lean toward him with my hand out to touch him, but he sits back out of my reach. My hand balls into a fist that I drop to my side. “Tell me,” he demands.
My heart pounds painfully against my ribcage and I study him, trying to find the words to make this better, the words to make him understand. “I’m sick.”
“Yeah, I got that when I saw the fucking pharmacy in your makeup bag and did some research.”
“My kidneys.”
“I got that, too. What I want to fucking know is why the fuck you didn’t tell me about this before.” He shakes the pills again, the sound causing me to flinch.
“I was going to.”
“Yeah, when?”
“I…” I shake my head, running my hand agitatedly through my hair. “When the time was right.” I finally get out, and the energy beating against my skin goes scary.
“When the fuck would the time be right?” he roars, standing from the chair, and I get up on my knees in the bed.
“Please calm down,” I whisper, and his eyes cut into mine, making me feel hollow.
“Calm down. You want me to calm down? Jesus, what the fuck, Kim?”
“Let me explain,” I beg as tears burn up the back of my throat, making it hard to breathe.
“I don’t want to fucking hear it,” he roars, then his arm goes back and he throws the bottle of pills across the room, where it hits the wall with a loud thud, causing the cap to come off and pills to scatter like the pieces of my painfully beating heart across the floor. “You should have fucking talked to me.” He shakes his head right before he’s gone, storming through the bedroom door, and leaving me kneeling in the middle of his big bed, clutching the sheet to my chest as I breathe heavily.
Falling with my ass to my calves, my eyes close. I knew this was going to happen. I could have prevented it from happening, but I didn’t, and now I’m left exactly how I knew I would be.
Shattered.
Feeling tears pool in my eyes, I shake my head. I can’t cry, not yet. I need to get out of here before I have my breakdown. Falling to my side, I keep the sheet around me as I move and swing my legs over the side of the bed to put my feet to the floor. The moment I stand, my legs shake along with the rest of me.
“Keep it together, Kimberly,” I whisper to myself as I go to my bag across the room on the floor, pick it up, and carry it to the bed. Hurrying, I throw on the first pieces of clothes I come across, a pair of loose sweats and a T-shirt from my college days. Dressed, I move around the room, picking up Sage’s clothes from the last couple of days, which I take and put in the hamper. Then I find my nightie from last night, take it to the bathroom, and toss it in the trash under the sink.
Staring at my open makeup bag that I didn’t get a chance to close up last night before Sage came in, my throat burns. My pills are all out of it and lining the counter like he had inspected each of them before he confronted me. I put everything back in the bag as I swallow over the knot forming in my throat, and I carry it to the bed to dump it in with my other stuff.
I spend the next ten minutes on my hands and knees picking up the pills that scattered across the wood floors, and once I’m pretty sure I’ve gotten all of them, I slip on my shoes, put my stuff on the floor, and strip the bed, folding the thick white duvet before taking the sheets to the laundry hamper in the closet.
Done, I give the room a once-over before I leave with my bag over my shoulder. I don’t know if Sage left or not, but I’m not going to stick around to find out. Grabbing my keys off the island in the kitchen, I pull off his house key and drop it to the countertop, feeling that knot in my throat expand and tighten. I know I’m going to break at any second, and that pushes me to not walk but to run toward the door and out of the fairy tale house, where I had fallen in love with its owner.