“How did you know I’d started my period? Last week. I mean, you seemed to know…” She was talking quietly in far off thought and contemplation, and as she turned to him, he froze. It was one thing to omit parts of himself from her, but to lie straight out to her was quite another thing.
And as she studied his eyes and he returned her gaze, fighting the need to look away, he lied. I had blood on me after we made love earlier, so I assumed you were getting ready to start your period. He continued to match her gaze, and it was an intense struggle. She couldn’t know who he really was, and it was a smack in the face once more. She’d known him once. She’d known him, accepted him, and made love to him regardless, and he missed that in her. She had looked at him in wonder and hadn’t hesitated a moment. The woman in his arms was every last bit of the Ember he knew from then but missing a few very important memories in their life together. It didn’t make him love her any less, it was just sad, and he resented that she’d never know him that way. But he didn’t resent her in the least; it was himself that was to blame.
Apparently satisfied with his lie, she relaxed against him once again, and after he’d dried their bodies, he didn’t even manage to get them to bed before he took her body from behind up against the bathroom counter while they watched one another. He had to drop his head to her back as he was overcome by her just to hide his teeth, which had fully protracted, and it wasn’t until he’d pulled swiftly from her body and emptied himself on her lower back and collapsed against her backside that he could safely show her his face again.
Chapter 11
Ember lost track of how many times they’d made love or some interesting variant of the act over the last three weeks of the summer term, and she was starting to dread his return to Boston. He didn’t speak of it, and she didn’t ask, but he must have classes scheduled for the fall, and it was his home after all. Thrilled as she was that she’d be accompanying him there and would finally see his real home, it was also tinged with sadness. Perhaps he wouldn’t notice if she packed a U-Haul for the drive and she simply moved in… It’s what she wanted if she were being honest. She didn’t want to lose him, and she prayed she would receive no job offers in the meantime.
In fact, so worried was she about potential job offers, she refused to answer a call from a man she’d interviewed with at a hospital when he called less than a week before their last class, and when she arrived for another interview at a state-run institution, she deliberately wore holey jeans and smacked her gum the entire time. She thought about intentionally burping during the interview too, but decided that was perhaps taking it a bit too far. So by the afternoon before their last class, she was still thankfully jobless, naked in her bed with him between her legs and with her bags packed by the front door. He would drive them to class early so they could avoid being seen together and then leave directly after. The moment he pulled his length from her body, she was counting the minutes until they could be together again in Boston—at least six hours. She hated six hours. Two was far more manageable. She’d become mildly insatiable with Truman and wondered if it was possible he felt the same way.
Class was short and sweet, and as the last of the students filed past him and out of his line of sight, he winked his seductive wink at her before walking to the door and locking it. Apparently, they weren’t leaving straightaway for Boston. She’d worn her short jersey-knit skirt that he easily had at her waist the moment she approached him. He pushed her to the side of the desk, and taking the cheeks of her bottom in his two hands, he squeezed, fondled, and caressed until she felt pleasantly bruised.
Ember sank to her knees on the hard industrial linoleum, and as she did, he unfastened his pants and sat back into the chair. His eyes never left her as she pulled his erection from the parted fabric. His eyes smoldered and twinkled all at once in the impossible way they always did, and as her lips met the engorged head of his arousal, he hummed an incredibly contented moan. She glanced to his eyes, and he studied her as he brushed her hair from the sides of her face and pulled it back, gripping it at the crown of her head. He didn’t pull her to his body at all but just held her hair back and watched. He watched every last taste, and when her lips would pass over the head as she sucked and pulled on his cock, it nearly always incited a moan and a delicious fluttering of his eyelids. She loved watching his reaction to her, and when he stopped her short of coming, it was only to stand her in front of him between his legs.
He trailed his fingers up the backs of her thighs, tickling and exciting her skin, and when he lifted the front of her tank top, he leaned to her stomach and kissed. With his mouth sucking gentle kisses on her stomach, his eyes peered up at her, and she smiled down at him. His hands went once more to her thighs and pulled her underwear gently down, letting them drop to the floor. The cool air tickled her wetness as her underwear was pulled down, and as he inhaled her scent, his eyelids fluttered again. His finger trailed up between the lips of her vagina, passing lightly over her tight nub and sending a shiver through her body that brought a smile to his mouth. Turning her to face the desk, he pulled the skirt up higher on her back and returned to her bottom. His mouth made contact, and she jerked at the surprise, and when he told her to bend over, she hesitated … but complied.
She was completely exposed to him, and he lifted one of her legs, planting it on the desktop. He then reached to the lips of her sex and parted the skin. His fingers brushed a soft stroke over her sensitive skin, and her knees shook and threatened to give way if he continued, but she’d be damned if she’d stop him. He dipped a finger into her entry, and as he plunged with a steady, slow thrust, his contentment was exhaled in an incredible sigh that touched the back of her thighs. Ember was panting with nothing more than his slow penetration, and when he pulled his finger from her, she was nearly ready to beg him to make love to her, but when his lips touched the skin just where her thigh met her buttocks, she decided she could be patient.
He worked his mouth to her vagina with slow, licking kisses that trailed a cool path in their wake, and when he latched to her sex, his tongue thrust swiftly inside her. He licked and plunged as she squirmed and moaned, and she listened as he tore a condom packet open. Her body was instantly set on fire, and when he abruptly stopped, turning her to face him, he stood and with one smooth movement lifted her and sank his erection deep within her as he eased her down to teeter on the edge of the desk—a terribly coordinated move, and a new favorite she was quite sure.
He pushed deep within her and held her eyes as he moved his hips between her legs, and she fell apart with her head falling back within seconds. His mouth on her skin had been her undoing, and his incredible penetration put her over the edge. As her body spasmed around him, he kept plunging and forcing himself inside of her body, and when he came, it was moaning her name in her ear over and over and over again.
When they were clothed and out the door, he held her hand. The halls were empty, and they were alone. But the moment they exited the building, Truman froze and pulled her body into his. He looked more animal than man, and as a dark figure stepped from the shadows of a nearby tree, Ember’s heart lurched, and she panicked. His eyes were the first she really saw of him as he walked toward them. They twinkled in the moonlight, and when he stepped from the shadow to be bathed in the light of the building, Truman’s hold on her body tightened further. He wasn’t letting go of her, and it reassured her. The whole event was surreal. Truman by her side felt strong, fierce even, and as she glanced up to him, she caught the glint of too long teeth for the briefest of moments before his lips closed.