Time for Change (5 page)

“Why? It was an innocent
date. Why did you have to spoil it?” Her voice grew louder with every word she
said.

“Did you want to have a date
with a guy who couldn’t be bothered to care about you?” he asked, getting
annoyed.

“You don’t get it. This was
the first date I’ve had in over a year. I just wanted to have some fun.”

He wiped the tears from her
cheeks. “Richard is not worth these tears, Rachel.”

“I know. He’s not worth
anything, but now I’ve lost everything, Chris.”

“How?”
The urge to pull her into his arms was strong.

She breezed past him standing
in front of his coffee table. “How can I go back to work knowing they were all
betting on sleeping with me?”

Chris rubbed the back of his
neck. “Then don’t go back to work.”

“No, you don’t get it.”

“Do you know what I don’t
get? Why you keep backing away from me.” He took a step closer to her. She
stepped back, moving around from the coffee table. The tension in the room
thickened. His cock tightened at the sight of her in the cocktail dress. He’d
been with her when she brought the dress. Chris had needed a date for a
function, and Rachel had agreed to go with him. He’d brought the dress himself
and had her on his arm. The night had been magical, and one of the few times
he’d forgotten about his responsibility with her.

She wasn’t his responsibility.
Rachel had never been anything more to him than a friend. He wanted so much
more, and he was determined to get what he wanted.

“What are you doing?” she
asked, backing away. Her back hit the nearest wall, stopping her from running
from him.

Pressing his palms to the
wall on either side of her head, Chris gazed into her dark brown eyes and then
down at her plump, heart-shaped lips. Fuck, she was so beautiful and sexy. He
wanted her badly.

If he did this, then their
relationship would be over.

“Chris, what are you doing?”
she asked. He cupped her cheek then sank his fingers into her hair, fisting the
length.

“I’m doing what we should
have done a long time ago.”

“I don’t know what you’re
talking about,” she said. Her gaze went to his lips before jerking back up to
look at his face.

“You know exactly what I’m
talking about.”

She shook her head, and he
stopped all denial by pressing his body against her. Rubbing his cock against
her stomach, Chris watched her reaction. Her eyes were wide as she looked at him.

Tilting her head back, he
didn’t give her room to move or to mistake what he was doing.

“This has been a long time
coming.”

“You sleep with everything
that walks.”

“I didn’t think I could have
you,” he said, being honest with her.

She gasped, trying to jerk
back. He stopped her from hitting her head on the wall.

“This shouldn’t be
happening,” she said. Her voice became a whisper as she looked at him.

“Why
not?”

“You’re Claire’s—”

“She’s dead, and she wanted
me to be happy.”

Rachel swallowed, and he
watched the movement. Her throat looked so tempting. Leaning forward, he
stroked his tongue along her pulse, feeling it jump beneath his touch. Her moan
erupted out of her lips, making him harden further still.

“We can do this, Rachel. We
can be together. We will be together.”

He wasn’t taking no for an
answer. Rachel was his woman, and all they’d been doing was wasting time with
each other.

Moving his hand from the
wall, he cupped her large breast through her dress. Her nipple hardened,
pressing into his palm.

“Richard doesn’t deserve
you. No other man deserves you.” He didn’t deserve her, but he wasn’t going to
let her go.

“And you do?” she asked,
sounding incredulous.

“I know you better than any
other person. You know this, and so do I.”

“You’re Claire’s.”

“No.” He spoke the word
through gritted teeth. “I’m not Claire’s.” She needed to stop seeing her sister
when it was only him that was left. Cupping both of her cheeks, he tilted her
head back, focusing on her. “But I could be yours.”

They’d never kissed, not
once. Staring at her plump lips, Chris felt his heart pounding against his
chest. He was going to do this. No more fighting or hiding from what she evoked
inside him.

“This can’t happen,” she
said.

Drawing closer to her lips,
Chris made a decision. “This can happen, and it will.”

He slammed his lips down on
hers not giving her a chance to pull away. She whimpered the instant his mouth
was on hers. Tightening his fist in her hair, he tugged on the length wanting
to shock her in some way.

Chris felt the need to
possess every inch of her. She’d been on a date with another man, and he
couldn’t accept the thought of her with someone else. No one deserved to be
with his woman.

Letting go of her hair, he
ran his hands down her back to cup her ass. She didn’t open for him, and he
released her lips long enough to order her. “Open your lips for me, baby. Kiss
me back, touch me.”

He was mindless with
pleasure. Every need pushed him to claim her harder. Squeezing her ass tightly,
he rubbed his cock against her body, wishing she was naked.

Breaking the kiss, he looked
down into her eyes knowing he’d finally crossed that line between them.

“Nothing is going to stop
what’s about to happen.”

“I’ve just been on a date
with someone else,” she said, pressing a hand to her lips.

“And now it’s my turn to
show you why I’ll be so much better for you.”

Chapter Four

What the hell was happening
to her? One moment she’d been upset and angry about being part of a bet, and
now she was being kissed mindless by a man she’d been developing feelings for a
long time now. Her lips felt swollen to the touch. She saw he had a day’s
growth on his face as well.

“This is happening,” he
said, drawing his shirt up and over his head.

“No, this can’t happen.”
There was no fight or conviction to her words. She’d seen him without a shirt
on many times before. This was different. They’d kissed, and now he was naked
from the waist up. He took hold of her hand and placed it on the center of his
chest.

“You can fight me, Rachel.
You know as well as I that we’re meant to be doing this. I feel it every time
we’re together.”

“What do you feel?” she
asked, staring at her hand on his chest.

“The
spark.
We’ve had it for a long time. Claire knew our spark
existed. She’d want this.” His hands went to her dress and began to pull it off
her shoulders. Rachel didn’t protest. She should protest. What if he was drunk?

Stop thinking about Claire.

What if he was right? Would
her sister really want her to be with her husband? None of it made any sense.
Throwing caution to the wind, Rachel, threw herself in his arms. For at least
two years she’d been fighting her attraction for Chris. Two years of wanting
him and holding herself back had created some pent-up frustration she couldn’t
rid herself of.

He picked her up in his arms
and started to carry her across the apartment. She slammed her lips down on
his. Rachel felt consumed with need to touch him and have him touch her.

“Please,” she said, moaning
against his lips.

She didn’t know how he
managed to walk her across the apartment as she wasn’t a small girl, but right
at that moment, she didn’t care.

Once inside the bedroom, he
placed her on her feet, tearing at the dress. She heard the fabric rip and
cried out as he did the same with her panties and bra. Nothing was saved as he
tore at her clothing until she stood before him naked.

“You’re so fucking sexy.”
Hands gripped her hips, tugging her close. She gasped, wrapping her arms around
him.

Her breasts smashed against
his hard, masculine chest. She couldn’t believe she was naked with him. Chris
was older than she was and could have any woman he wanted, yet here
he was, wanting
her.
 

He gripped her ass hard,
making her yelp. Breaking from him, she watched avidly as he removed his jeans.
Chris wasn’t wearing any boxer shorts, and his thick length sprang free. “I’m
going to fuck you hard tonight. You won’t be able to walk for the next week.”
They both stood naked, facing each other.

With the other men she’d
been with, Rachel would usually try to cover up her nakedness. Chris didn’t
make her feel like covering up. The heat in his eyes built her confidence along
with the evidence of his arousal.

The man before her was not
put off by her added weight. She knew she could probably lose a lot of poundage,
but the diets were never good. Going to the gym to work out made her feel
wrong. She hated it all.

“You’re thinking too hard.
Stop thinking.
In fact, I forbid you to think about anything
but me.” He stepped closer, invading her space once again. His cock bumped her
stomach. Chris had to be the longest man she’d ever seen. Licking her lips, she
returned her gaze to his.

“That’s right, baby. Look at
me, not at the floor or my cock, me.” His grip left her ass to cup her face.
“This is where I’m with you.” Chris touched her head. “I’m in here. This has
always been coming.”

He leaned in close, and she
scented the coffee on his breath. Had he been waiting up for her?

His breath fanned her face.
She let out a moan, wanting him to break the small gap between them and take
her lips. Rachel wanted him to take from her. He was so much bigger than she
was. The muscles in his arms were huge.

The time he spent at the gym
was well worth it.

“No closing your eyes,” he
said.

Lips touched her. His lips
were gentle at first, soothing almost with how light he was being. Fingers
caressed her cheek falling down to cup her neck and tilt her head back. Her
body felt sensitive as if her skin was not her own. Chris was the one in
control of her body, not her. He knew how to work her into
a
frenzy
, and he was only just kissing her.

She growled in frustration,
pausing Chris’s kiss.

“Am I going fast enough for
you?” he asked, whispering against her ear. She’d never been seduced like this.
The other men were fast and rarely gave her an orgasm. Chris was taking his
time, and that she wasn’t used to.

“No, you’re fine.”

“You’ve never had a man take
his time with you, have you?”

Rachel kept her mouth shut.
She didn’t need him to mock her lack of experience with men or their
inconsiderate behavior.

He moved his hands down to
cup her breasts. “No one has taken the time to love these. Your tits are firm
and need a lot of attention.” Down his hand went to her stomach. “Your curves
are in all the right places. I can’t wait to grip onto you while I fuck you
hard and take what I want.”

“Why are you saying these
things?” she asked.

“Because
they’re true.”

She gasped as his fingers
slid through her slit, touching her clit, going down to finger her entrance.

“You’re soaking wet. I bet I
could have you screaming within seconds. Has anyone brought you to orgasm
through sex, or do they make you bring yourself off?” he asked.

Her face couldn’t get any
hotter if he tried. “Don’t, Chris.”

“I want to know, and I’m not
going any further until you tell me the truth.” His fingers stilled on her
clit. She tried to move, but he kept her steady with another hand on her hip.
The strength in his grip alone surprised her.

“That’s right. I’m the one
in charge. You’ll do as I say and nothing else.”

His words were turning her
on more. Every relationship in her life, she’d been the one in charge, the one
to say yes or no to what they were doing. Chris wasn’t giving her chance to
dispute him. Staring into his eyes she saw that he was the one who’d get the
final say. If she was going to go through with this then she needed to give
herself to him completely. There would be no holding back with him. He’d demand
everything from her.

Would it be so bad to give
him everything of
herself
? He’d never hurt her. Chris
was a good man inside and out even when he tried to hide it. She saw the good
in him and refused to believe he’d hurt her.

“No, I’ve never had an
orgasm with a man.”

“During
or after sex?”

She shook her head.

“Did you even get to orgasm
at all with your own hand?”

“Only
when I got home.
No, I never
stayed the night either. I couldn’t sleep with anyone.” She looked away,
somewhere past his shoulder.