Page 78 of Crave Me
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chloe
He unbound my hands swiftly and massaged feeling back into them, rubbing my fingers where my knuckles ached.
Good Lord, in a manner of weeks, Simon had ruined me for all other men, for all other dicks. Nothing would ever feel as good inside me as him, thrusting fiercely like he couldn’t get deep enough.
“You okay?” He slid his hand to the back of my neck and helped me sit up. My head collapsed against his bare chest. The mere scent of him, the pace of his pounding heart relaxed me. I snuggled into him deeper and nodded as his hands came around my waist.
“That was so good,” I mumbled. My lips brushed against his chest as I spoke and pressed tender, soft kisses to his skin. So rarely did I have the chance to touch him. I took advantage and ran my hands up his ribs, over the curves of his pecs and down his thick, muscled abs. The man was simply glorious. “I think I need a nap.”
His hands on my sides tightened. My skin was tender where he’d grabbed me and my ass was still sore from his earlier spankings. I’d sport bruises from today for days, and I liked it.
I couldn’t wait to hop off the medical bed which had provided a session that wasn’t anything close to medicinal and check the marks on my hips and behind.
“I’ll go get your clothes and get you home so you can get your nap in.”
He stepped away so quickly he left me feeling bereft. My skin chilled and I had to rock back so I didn’t fall forward.
“Simon? Sir?”
He stopped at the doorway, one hand on the frame and looked at me over his shoulder. “Yes?”
His small grin didn’t reach his eyes. His hair was completely messed and a droplet of sweat ran down his abs, showing the workout he’d done in screwing me mindless.
“Is everything okay?”
A sudden rush of fear rolled over me and I shivered. His smile was fake as he nodded. “Of course. Stay there and rest until I return.”
What had just happened? For me, all of his tender, gentle touches had thrown me into a tailspin. It’d taken everything I had not to shout how much I loved him while he was screwing me.
Simon returned holding my clothes in one hand and my boots in another. He set the pile of clothes next to me and the boots at my feet before he moved to a small sink and warmed a washcloth for me.
“Spread your legs so I can clean you, Little One.”
I placed my hand on his shoulder for balance. He wiped me clean from front to back with no pretense of playfulness or dominance in his expression. When he was done, he tossed the washcloth into the sink and reached for his T-shirt he’d discarded at some point.
“Thank you, sir,” I whispered. I dressed, my hands fumbling with my bra strap and thong.
He’d changed everything. Again. Warm and seducing and ferocious to cool and disconnected in an instant.
Once I was clothed, he stood in the doorway and raised his arm, gesturing for me to follow him. “I’ll give you time to gather your things and then I’ll get you home.”
I stopped mere feet from him. “Is something wrong?” I glanced back at the table. “Did I do something? You seem upset.”
“You were perfect.” He pressed his fingers to my cheek and I fell into his soft embrace. This connection was what I needed. Was what had been missing. “Absolutely perfect, Little One.”
His voice had a tone I wasn’t accustomed to. It did little to settle my nerves. Colder and filled with pain, almost like he regretted what had just happened to us.
“Your clothes,” he said. He left no room for discussion and I took my cue, hurried to his room and gathered my things.
He was waiting in the kitchen when I returned, already wearing his leather coat and had his keys in his hand. He took my overnight bag from me and led me out of his house.
Tears burned the backs of my eyes at the sudden distance he put between us, especially with giving me no explanation for the cause of it.
I wanted to ask him why, but he’d already told me nothing was wrong. Perhaps something else was on his mind. Regardless, I wasn’t brave enough to force the issue.
He held the door open to his Tahoe and belted me in before closing the door and climbing into the driver’s seat.
