Seven (19 page)

He loves me.

And I think I…

Is that okay?

It’s okay, right?

“Seven, I’ve been in love with you since I carried you to bed that night in your apartment. I wanted to lay next to you and hold you all night. I loved you then and I love you now, Seven. Do you hear me?”

I’m frozen in place. My eyes are wide, and my mouth hangs open as I try to say the words my heart wants me to say.

“I…”

This is it.

Time to let go.

Forgive me, Shawn.

“I think I might…” Christina Perri’s voice rings though my head.

The scariest part is letting go.

Love is a ghost you can’t control.

Let the words slip out of your mouth.

“I think I might be in love with you too, Bryant.”

I watch as his eyes close and he inhales a large breath. A satisfied smile forms on his lips when he releases his breath, as if he has just eaten the most delicious meal. But just as quickly as his smile appeared, it’s gone, replaced with a fearful expression.

“Savannah,” he whispers quietly, my name rolling off of his tongue. “I need to…”

“Make love to me Bryant.” I don’t care what he was about to say and I don’t know what compels me to do it, but I take his hand and place it on my breast, my hand over top of his. “Please.”

His gentle squeeze says all the words I need to hear. He touches me and my body flutters with an intense need for him. Still seated on Bryant’s lap, I tilt my head back as he trails seductively slow kisses up my neck and under my chin. His lips are warm and soft and caressing. I gasp when he nips at my neck and then sooths the same spot with his tongue. He makes his way back to my mouth but when our lips meet neither one of us moves. He doesn’t move to kiss me, instead, we breath each other’s rapid breaths, knowing that when the dance finally begins, there will be no stopping either of us. His tongue lightly brushes my bottom lip, asking permission to enter and I am eager to invite him in. When his lips finally entwine with mine they move together like crashing waves. A pleasured moan escapes from the back of his throat making me all too aware of the desire pooling in my body.

Bryant slowly pulls back from our kiss and holds my gaze before lowering his eyes to the buttons on my shirt. My breath hitches when his cool fingers touch my warm skin. I look down to see him slowly releasing the buttons one by one. When he reaches the last button his left hand slides up against my skin near my collar and gently pushes my shirt off of my shoulder revealing a black lace bra similar to the one I wore the last time we were together like this.

He shakes his head in defeat but he’s smirking when he says “Jesus Christ, Seven, you’re killing me with your beauty. Black lace…” He shakes his head again. “You’re so damn beautiful.” Without saying another word, he pushes down the other side of my shirt. I lower my arms one by one, releasing them from the sleeves and letting the shirt fall to the floor behind me. His hands are intoxicatingly slow as they explore my upper body, gliding down my sides and just slightly coming in contact with the sides of my breasts. It’s agony waiting for his hands to touch other parts of me. My pulse throbs as desire heightens inside me. Still, he is quiet. Unusually quiet.

What is he thinking about?

Without hesitation, Bryant leans forward and kisses my shoulder while gradually sliding my bra strap down my arm. He echoes his movements on the other side, trapping my arms within my straps.

“You okay?” he asks gently. Good God I think I just fell for him again.

“Yes,” I nod. “I’m more than okay.”

Bryant holds my now clouded gaze as he reaches behind me and unclasps my bra. Delicately he pulls my arms through the straps and lets the black lace fall from his fingertips to the floor. I’m still sitting sideways across his legs but my body is turned toward him in anticipation, aching for his touch. Quickly before he can touch me again, I lift the hem of his shirt up over his head. Leaning in closer I place a soft kiss in the middle of his chest. A sincere, reverent kiss to let him know that this means something to me.

More than he will ever know.

He grabs my arms with his right hand, holding them behind my back, causing me to sit up straighter, my chest thrusting forward just a bit more. Steadily and deliberately he glides his left hand down my neck, to my chest, and directly in between my breasts. His skin is so damn soft but scorching as it touches me now. Feeling the palm of his hand over my heart and seeing his eyes cast directly on what he’s doing…it’s like he’s seeing right into my soul.

Like he knows everything I fear.

Everything I desire.

Everything I need.

I want this man.

Like I’ve never wanted anyone before.

“Bryant…” I whisper.

“Shhh,” he says. “I’ve waited…so long…to touch you, Savannah. To hold you, to kiss you.” He breathes. “I just…need a minute. We’ll never get this back, this moment, and I want to make sure that whatever happens we will always have this moment.”

He closes his eyes, relishing the feel of my heart beat beneath his palm.

“Please Bryant,” I whisper. “Please tell me you’ve never said those words to another woman before, because I’ve fallen for you…real hard, real fast, with every word you’ve said...and it will destroy me to find out later that you say things like this all the time, to all the girls.”

“This might surprise you to know, Savannah, but you’re the first girl that isn’t family to ever be in this house.”

Whoa!

I am surprised!

“You’re the first girl to ever be in my bedroom with me.” He slides his left hand underneath my legs and stands up with me in his arms. Two steps later and we’re at the side of his bed where he gently lays me down. “You’re the first girl to ever be in my bed.”

“I’m a lucky girl, I know,” I say.

“No, Baby, I’m a fuckin’ lucky man who is not going to take this night for granted.” Bryant leans over to kiss me and when he does I trap him in the softest, slowest, full blown kiss I think I’ve ever had. My tongue dances with his tasting the inside of his mouth. While he’s distracted with our kiss I lightly scrape my fingers down his bare chest, exploring every line, every muscle, memorizing his body until I reach the top of his jeans. I tug on them just enough so that Bryant understands that I want him to join me on this bed.

Our kiss intensifies when he crawls over me and lays his body half on top of me and half on the bed beside me. Our skin to skin contact is electrifying. Immediately his hands are moving down the side of my body, grabbing my waist firmly and pulling me closer to him. A consuming moan escapes me as I tilt my head back gasping for air. The slowness of his movements is torture on my body.

I close my eyes to revel in the escalation of my arousal and the moment I do, Bryant’s mouth is on me, circling his tongue again and again around my hardened peaks. Several whimpers escape me.

“I’ve got you, Baby,” he croons. “You’re irresistible. I couldn’t wait any longer.”

“No, God, please…don’t…stop,” I gasp. My body hasn’t been stimulated like this in so long I’ve forgotten what it feels like. I don’t remember it being this way before. I always just viewed sex for what it was – just sex. Two people giving in to their natural primal feelings. But this, the emotions I feel, the electrifying passion between us, he makes me feel like he’s worshiping my body. And I don’t ever want him to stop.

Bryant’s lips explore my stomach, stopping every few seconds to brush my skin with their warmth. I feel him move lower and lower until his hands are sliding up and down my legging-covered thighs, stopping on the waist band just under my bellybutton. He looks up at me, his eyes not asking permission, but telling me that he’s about to take what he wants. Arching my back slightly, I moan in response.

Slowly he pulls my leggings off and drops them to the floor, all the while staring hungrily at the black lace panties I’m wearing.

“Fucking kryptonite,” he mutters softly. 

How can he seem so calm? My body is on fire for him, my core swollen and begging for him. “Bryant,” I whimper between pants.

“Just breathe, Baby. Breathe, and know that I’ll take care of you. I want to take care of you.” As he speaks, he slowly slides my panties off before his fingers explore every inch of my legs. He reaches the apex of my thighs and I’m grasping at the sheets around me as Bryant’s finger delicately invades the nerves inside me, sliding in and out, coating me in my own arousal.

“Oh God!” I whisper as quietly as I can. I want nothing more than to scream his name, but remind myself over and over that we’re not alone in this house.

“Savannah, good God, you’re so warm and soft and…” he takes a deep breath and blows it out to steady himself. “Damn, you’re going to make me lose control way before I want to.”

“Bryant, please.” My body is growing anxious and impatient. It’s been too long and I’m raging inside with the need to feel his body against mine.

“Watch me, Baby. Watch me taste you.”

Keeping my eyes open, let alone on the man who is torturing my senses, is harder and more erotic than I ever thought it would be. His tongue as it slides up and down the most sensitive part of me has me throwing my head back and moaning loudly in a fit of passion. “Mmmm…Bryant…I can’t…”

“Yes you can, Baby. It’s okay. Let yourself go. I’ve got you.” He continues his slow assault on my body as I grab at the sheets. I hold my breath knowing I’m on the brink of ecstasy, as soon as I let it go my body will lose all control. Finally, I feel his tongue on me one last time, making me gasp for one more breath, and then I’m free as my body explodes inside me. The blissful feeling of flying high and floating on air envelops my senses. Every nerve, every muscle relaxes as my mind comes down from euphoria.

“It’s not fair, how sexy you are,” Bryant whispers quietly against my ear. Though my eyes are closed, I smile shyly at him knowing that my body is splayed out in front of him, yet his jeans are still on.  “Your body is so alluring, Savannah. I want to make you mine so damn badly and then I don’t ever want to let you go.”

My smile fades as I open my eyes. “Then don’t.” I whisper leaning up to trap his lips in mine. My hands wrestle with the button of his jeans. Once open I pull my legs up to Bryant’s hips. He raises his body just enough for me to remove his pants and his boxer briefs with the help of my toes. He sits up between my legs to pull his pants off the rest of the way and tosses them to floor. There he is in all his glory.

Finally, after all this time, I understand the nickname, Bryant
the Giant
Wood.

Sweet Jesus.

Bryant leans over me, to the bed stand next to us, and pulls a silver foil packet out of the drawer. Immediately I feel a pang of guilt for not having thought of protection for myself. I certainly thought of the black lace bra and panties but it’s been so long since I’ve had to worry about birth control it never even crossed my mind. I watch in anticipation as Bryant rolls the condom on.

“I need to feel you, Seven. I need to make you mine. Do you trust me?”

“Of course I trust you.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, Baby.”

“I’m not made of glass, Bryant. Kiss me. Touch me. Take me. I want to go on this adventure with you.”

I hope he hears what I’m saying.

Bryant leans forward, resting his forearms on each side of my head. He kisses my forehead, my nose, my cheek, and my neck before teasing my mouth open with his tongue. His kiss is passionate and hungry. I feel the tip of him at my entrance.

“I love you Savannah.” The look on Bryant’s face melts my heart. Yes, his body tells me that he’s blinded by passion and hungry for carnal intimacy, but his eyes tell me that this moment right now means more to him than anything. That I mean more to him than anything. That I really can trust him to protect me.

“I love you too, Bryant.” My body relaxes as he kisses me again. Bryant’s lips part as he exhales in blissful satisfaction. He slides into me with ease, holding himself there until my body relaxes around him.

“Savannah…you’re…” He finishes his sentence with an “Ahhhhhh yeah” as he pulls out and thrusts back in, this time a little more forcefully. Within minutes, I wrap my legs around his waist, holding his body close to mine. He nuzzles my neck as his tempo accelerates. Little grunts escape him with each push.

“So…fucking…good…” he says between thrusts. I’m shocked when the heat in my body begins to rise again, the pleasure furiously taking over every nerve inside me.

“Bryant...” I pant as our speed increases. I grab onto his shoulders, digging my nails into his flesh. Bringing his body down slightly so that his mouth is directly in line with my chest, he looks at me briefly giving me his sexiest smolder before playfully biting my nipple.

“Oh God…I’m going to…” Before I can even finish my thought my body responds to the savage beat of Bryant’s sensual frenzy. The fire running through me rocks me to my core causing my world to shatter within me. My muscles pulse around Bryant, pushing him over the edge as I feel him come apart inside me. His head nuzzling my neck he releases several grunts as he rides out the wave of ecstasy.

Our foreheads touching.