When she called moments ago I feared the worst, but since she’s on her way, I might as well give her the benefit of the doubt. To allow her a chance to explain what she’s doing here. Perhaps it is a mistake and she’s coming here to tell me she’s moved on. But I need to hear it from her.
The knock on the door sends my blood pressure skyrocketing. “Hi,” I step aside and let her into the room. She’s dressed in a beautiful pale blue skirt and her tanned legs peek at me from under the hem. Her white blouse hugs her curves in a way that I’d like to. She’s beautiful. Angelic even. I’ve always thought so. Her beauty seems to shine through her stormy eyes, in her kind smile, and in the way she holds herself. Confident, poised, almost regal. There’s a strength in this woman, but deep down, I have a feeling it’s a cover for something she’s hiding.
“Ryan, I—”
“Look Ki—”
She giggles as we both start at the same time. I gesture to the chair in the living area of my suite and she slowly slips into it. Her body is rigid and I wonder why she’s scared. I can read her like a book and there’s something on her mind. I hope she’s not here to tell me she doesn’t want me. Even after what happened yesterday, I want her. I love her dammit.
“Ryan, I needed to talk to you. There’s so much about me that you don’t know. That none of you know, but if you want to be with me then…” Her words taper off and I feel as if there’s something I should do. Hold her. Or something. But I don’t, I sit frozen as I watch the pain flit across her face, the agony dance in her pale blue gray eyes.
“Ki, there’s nothing more I want than to be with you, but since you’re with someone else, I just hope you’re happy. That he’s good to you.” Edging forward on the sofa, I wait. Her eyes glisten with unshed tears and she nods.
“No! I am not with Josh. Then I need to tell you the truth. I didn’t come here to see my ex-boyfriend as you thought. Or assumed after you saw me earlier. Yes, Josh was at my house to try to get me back, but he knows that will never happen. He saw me the first night I came home, I was having dinner with Dad and Josh was our waiter. Since then he’s been calling the house, but I’ve refused to see him. He showed up unexpectedly. Of course, you decided to walk in at the same time he tried to force a kiss on me.”
She sighs frustration evident on her face.
“The real reason I’m here is…” she stops, taking a deep breath before continuing. “I have had to get a few medical tests done.” The words sink into me and my heart rate increases. The thud hammers at my ribs painfully and there’s nothing I can do but wait for her to continue. “You see, I have the BRCA gene, my mother had it too. It’s hereditary.”
Her gaze is focused on the floor and I find myself on my knees at her feet. “Ki—”
“I lost my mother to cancer, Ryan. She… I mean, there wasn’t…” When she blinks this time salty trails of sadness make their way down her cheeks and I can’t stop myself from reaching up and swiping them with the pads of my thumbs.
“Baby.” My voice is a whisper, raspy and filled with need to make her better. To somehow take her pain and make it mine.
“Ryan, I may not be able to have kids.” Her words are blurted out and I’m sure it’s louder than she intended because the shock on her face is evident. Her small body trembles under my touch and all I want to do is keep her safe. Safe from the agony that’s so clear on her beautiful face.
“Kierra, baby, did you really think I’d walk away from you when you told me?” I question her, my tone is incredulous, but I’m more hurt than angry. My heart is filled with her and if she thinks that something like that is going to change that then she’s wrong. And I need to make her see that.
“I just… I mean… Look, I didn’t know what to think. Somehow, I feel like I’ll fail as a partner if I can’t give you babies, I know we’re nowhere near that, but what man would want half a woman.” Her words fuel my anger and I push up pulling her along with me. Our bodies flush and she molds to me like she’s always meant to fit there.
“If I ever, and I mean ever, hear you call yourself half a woman I’ll whip your ass so hard, you’ll not sit down for weeks. You’re all woman, Kierra Thorne, you’re my woman. I love you so goddamn much. I wish you could see what I see when I look at you.” I lean in and whisper the words over her lips. She smells like apples, sweet and delicious. I grasp her wrist and pull her toward the bedroom.
“Ryan, what are you doing?” She giggles and the tension that was heavy in the air only moments ago eases. I stop in front of the full-length mirror and pull her in front of me. We fit. Every part of her, fits with every part of me.
“Look, Kiki, can you see that woman in there?” I point at her in the reflection of us. She nods slowly. Her eyes fill once again with emotion. “That’s the woman I love, inside and out.” I reach for the hem of her blouse and pull it up. Her hands instinctively lift and once I rid her of the material I growl at the soft pink bra that cups her breasts. They’re not big, a handful, but they’re everything I’ll ever want. I unzip her skirt and it slips from her narrow hips pooling at her feet. The panties match her bra and her tanned skin against the pale shade is incredibly tempting.
“Ryan.” She whispers my name and I shake my head to silence her. I want her to look, to really see the woman that she is. Because when I look at her, I see perfection. Not everyone is perfect, we’re all broken in some way, but that’s why we have soul mates, they see our perfection in our imperfections.
I undo the clasp of her bra, sliding it off her shoulders letting it fall to the floor. Cupping her breasts, I tease and tweak her nipples softly. Just enough to have her gasp and moan. “So beautiful. So perfect. All mine.” I’ve never been one to want to lay claim on any woman, never wanted to, only her. I trail my hands down her body and hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties. Slowly pulling them down her smooth toned thighs.
I recall she told me she’d done ballet when she was younger and it shows, her body is incredible. Toned enough to be sexy, and soft enough to be a woman.
When she steps out of the panties, I chuck them to the side and rise. Her scent invades my senses and I’m hard. My cock aching to be inside her again. I’ve only ever been with her one time and to be honest, I knew from that moment I’d need more. I’ll always need more of her.
My hands splay on her soft stomach and I trail one down, cupping her heated core. The small strip of hair leading to her pussy is like a pathway to heaven, and I’d gladly die to go there.
My other hand trails up to her taut nipple, twisting it between my fingers. When I stroke her warm entrance her legs open wider. “Good girl, I want you to watch me touch you. I want you to see how much of a woman you are not only to me, but because you’re you. Strong, beautiful, independent. You need to see how exquisite you are when you fall apart from my touch, from the pleasure I’m giving you and I want you to know, that’s what I’ll always give you. Pleasure.” I whisper the words on her neck sending shivers through her body.