Love, curves and heartbreak Chapter 35

"So... here you are," he says.

I am back in my safe place, in the warehouse, away from everyone and everything that could bother me or interrupt my work.

I needed to see some furniture and its assembly, and this is the ideal place, so I have been here, yes, hiding, for almost two days. But he found me.

"Are you hiding from me? I thought we were past that phase..." he adds.

"I'm not I just need to be alone, I have...a lot to do" I lie.

He has an immaculate white shirt and gray pants that look like they were made by the gods. His hair looks a little messy, as if he's run his hand through it several times.

He looks delicious... I almost forgot how beautiful he is. The way he looks at me... the way I feel attracted to him.

"It just seems that... I come back, and you are not in the office. Is that a coincidence?" he asks.

Ok, probably not. I remain silent, still going through some pamphlets on the desk, looking at him out of the corner of my eye. He pretends to look around, but he's definitely coming towards me. Like a predator.

"Are you mad at me, my Princess?" He asked.

"Why would I be? I replied, still ignoring him. He sighed.

"You are definitely mad at me," he confirms, pressing his lips together. Again, the silence washes over us.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be with you these days, I had to travel, and I know you had a hard week. I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you," he says sincerely.

"I really appreciate it, but I can face my own problems".

"Why? If I can help you?" he asks, looking at me intensely.

Okay, it's time to confront the demon. I walk around the desk to face him, leaning on the desk as I cross my arms over my chest.

"Because I have always faced them alone. It's always been me against the world. I appreciate what you're doing, I really do, but it's okay... you have your own things..." he looks at me thoughtfully.

"I wish you hadn't been alone all these years. But believe me, as long as I can be here for you, I will be. Always... I don't want to be part from you" he says, coming closer to me.

That sounds… pretty nice, actually.

He tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear. The feeling of having him close to me is overwhelming, as if it were the first time he had ever approached me.

Damn it! His brown eyes sparkle with an expression I can't quite read. I want to hate him for leaving me out this week, but I have no right to complain.

I want to tell him to stay out of my business because we have no strings attached, but before I can say anything, he pops a question out of the blue.

"What about your ex-boyfriends?" I'm surprised, he looks at me from top to bottom. My outfit is the usual overalls, nothing special.

"Ummm? What about them?" he clicks his tongue and looks annoyed.

"Lily told me that you have a couple of boyfriends... some insignificant guys," he tells me seriously.

This is no longer the nice Ethan, but a jealous one? Controlling?

He rolls up the sleeves of his shirt and I follow the movement of his beautiful hands, his forearms, his blue veins.

"What...? Did she say that? What you were talking about?" She didn't even know them. And more importantly, why was I a topic of conversation for the Fairfaxes? Me and my love life.

"Lily mentioned some things about them and I... I came to the conclusion that they were insignificant, that they did not deserve you. They didn't help you either, as far as I know," he says, cupping my cheek and stroking my cheekbone with his thumb. The touch is delicate and yet it causes a riot of emotions in me. Goddammit!

"They were... normal. How do you know who deserves me and who doesn't?"

"Believe me, I know. I know they didn't make you feel special, and they didn't please you the way they should" he says very sure.

"You have no way of knowing that. And I'm a normal girl... nothing special" I blurt out, and he tilts his head to the side. Their lips look so close and I can almost imagine kissing them. God, I want to kiss him so badly.

"Yes, you are... more than you can imagine. Has anyone ever come here and seen you like this?" He asks, running a finger down the top of my overall. I have a simple white tank top on underneath. I'm lost.

"You mean... here?" He nods and have a look on his face…like his intentions are not good.

"Why would I bring my boyfriends here?" I say without understanding what he means.

"Good," he says simply and leans in to kiss me, softly at first, as if to see how I react, and when I kiss him back it's as if he's untied.

His tongue and his lips possess me. It's such a delicious feeling to feel his warm lips. When his teeth nibble on my lower lip I moan softly, and he slides his hand down my side through the overall, straight to my waist, under the shirt and his big hands feel wonderful on me.

"You look delightful... I'm glad that I'm the only one who see you like this," he murmurs against my skin.

I don't understand a word, but he pushes me against the desk, and I put my hands on his shoulders for support, while he devours my mouth with an intensity I've never seen before.

It seems we have to catch up after a week without seeing each other. As if we can't be apart. The thought drives me crazy.

"What...are you talking about?" I ask as he pulls away from me, but he turns me around carefully so that my back is against his chest and my hands are on the desk.

He hugs me from behind, pressing me against the desk. He kisses my neck, my earlobe, my shoulder as he brushes my hair aside. I groan.

"Like this..." he says, and his hands go to the neckline of my top, directly to one of my breasts. I can't help but moan nervously as he cups, grabs and massages me with his big hand.

"That top, with your breasts that want to be free… so fucking sexy…" he says, moving my bra to make it easier to touch me. I hold on to the edge of the desk while I feel his hips pressing me from behind.

"You look... so tempting" he whispers into my ear.

And he goes on to make me tilt my neck to the side and kiss me while he continues to touch me with both hands, resting his weight on top of me. I feel his bulge in the small of my back and how he moves for more friction. I moan desperately.

"Did you miss me?... I missed you so much... I could only think of the things I want to do to you when I see you again," he says, and I moan even more between his caresses. I feel completely at his mercy and can't help but enjoy it.

"I missed everything about you... Prissy" he says, attacking my neck and shoulder with his lips, pushing the strap of my top aside, my breasts are so sensitive to his touch that I feel like I can't take it anymore.

"This look of yours has many advantages," he says, and I don't understand, but he lowers one of his hands through the opening of my overalls, right between my legs, cupping me over my underwear.

I let out a little scream as he presses down, while he rubs his crotch against my back and through my butt, all these movements that tell me how hard he is.

With a sweep of his feet, he gently pushes mine until my legs spread further and further apart. When he lifts his hand again, it's only to slide it along the hem of my panties, to go inside my underwear and his fingers begin to explore my slit and I feel my hands tremble.

Good god!

"Ethan...!" I call out, half whispering, half gasping. And I feel him smiling on my skin.

"Do you want me to stop my Princess?"

He asks me confidently, knowing I'll say no. I shake my head as hard as I can. His fingers feel warm and with his other hand he keeps touching my breast while he talks to me like this, driving me crazy.

"I..."

"You are so warm... and soft..." he says.

I moan as he moves with pressure, while playing with my breasts. As if he knows every part of my anatomy and how to make me feel in heaven.

"Do you like my fingers here…right here?" he whispers and starts to move his finger in circles in the exact spot that makes me moan uncontrollably.

I can't help but think we're at my workplace, afraid someone will come in and see us, yes, fully clothed, but him touching me like this, without shame.

"You feel so good, baby..." he says softly as he inserts a finger and I scream.

"I have to admit... I love being between your legs, I always want some fucking more..." he whispers in my ear as if telling me a secret, and when I think I can't take it anymore he teases me in every possible way.

He puts another finger inside and starts to push it in and out while the heel of his hand stimulates my weak spot. His other hand never stops touching my breasts, which are almost free of my top.

It's a sum of things that drives me crazy, the way the bulge in his pants presses against me, my trembling hands clinging to the desk, the hunger in each of his actions, the way his breathing sounds ragged against me, as if I've driven him wild.

"Ethan... my God" I cry out desperately.

"Yes... yes baby... come my love..." he says as he moves his fingers, his hands, his hips against me and I fall on the desk as we both come at the same time, groaning without breath.

I fall against the desk and can't believe this happened right here, like this. He rests his head on my shoulder and continues to kiss me until he pulls his hands away and lets me go.

When he comes back from the bathroom I'm still walking on clouds, my legs are pressed together, and I already miss his fingers there.

Needless to say, I have never done anything like this in my life. He has already combed his hair, arranged his clothes and is as if nothing had happened, while I'm a mess. He is good... really good.

He approaches me, carefully helps me arrange my top and kisses me tenderly, as if he can't get enough of me, as if we hadn't just... almost... done this.

"How about I take you to some fancy place... to make up for my absence? And to have more... of this... what do you think?"