Chapter 41: Take you anytime and anywhere

I prepared for work half heartedly. My mind was a confused mess. I can't help it knowing Ed was in my kitchen.

I chose a cream colored blouse and paired it with a khaki skirt. I took out the nude pumps and handbag and went out of the room.

I slowly went to the kitchen. Ed had his back turned away from me. His movements in the kitchen were competent giving the impression that he has been fending for himself. I wonder why that is. I heard that he came from a well off family.

He looks so yummy! That thought flashed catching me off guard. What the heck, Helena? Has it been that long? I shook my head as if that would help me ward off the haze of desire that is starting to consume me.

"Can I help?" I asked.

"You're done?" he asked. I thought he was referring to how quick I was in getting ready. But I was sorely mistaken. "I really thought you would drag me to the bedroom and have your way with me." he added making me flush.

Well, two can play this game.

"I did think about doing that," I said coquettishly which made him turn. I had my hands on my hips which is cocked on one side. The position unknowingly emphasized my tiny waist and ample hips. The killer body matched with killer face that had an expression of uncertainty of where this might lead and courage to not let him win this battle was enough to bring any man to his knees.

Ed fully turned and waited for me to finish. His eyes trying to hide the raging tempest that he is feeling. I can tell his mood based on how dark or light the shade of his gray eyes are. "I'm famished." I slowly made my way around the counter towards him. When I was a hair's breathe away, "Yummy." licked my lips which made him gulped and the took a pancake and started eating. I immediately made myself stepped back knowing that I was in the loosing end of this game. I saw him blinked, once, twice, then another before he threw his head and let out a laugh.

It was his laughter that undid a few screws. I did not even had a control over my body. I just knew that I had to feel his lips and hands on me.

I took him by surprise when I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him towards me. I saw his eyes widen when I fitted my lips in his. I moan when my lips touched his making him moan too. I kissed him with all that I have. Like there was no tomorrow.

At first, he just let me be. He just held my face in his palms. But when I started to frantically fumble for the edge of his shirt as if trying to take it off, he tore his lips from mine and whispered in my ears, "Easy babe. Easy." He then started letting his hands move up and down my back as if trying to comfort me while raining gentle kisses wherever his lips would land.

When my frantic groping cease, he started to kiss me again. His kisses should his barely held passion. It alternately switch from being gentle to passionate. His kisses were a reflection of what he felt for me. Gentle and calm then swings to burning and raging. It also mirrors my feelings for him.

His kisses rained and his hands started to explore my body. At some point had his palms on my cheeks then I felt it on my hips then my waist, seemingly restless. I wanted to feel more and I made it clear to him by arching my body towards him. Silently asking him to touch me where he hasn't. My hands started an exploration of their own. From his lush hair, down to his strong jaw and neck. His biceps and thighs were thick. The hours he spent maintaining his body paid off.

"God, I want you." I moaned as I felt his lips on my neck.

He groaned. He abruptly let go of me. The suddenness of his action confused me. What is happening? I thought he wanted this? Why is he not doing anything?

Then I felt burning rage flow through me. How dare he reject me? He was the one who started this game. How dare he string me along like a toy.

Then I felt my face heating up. I am so humiliated. Of course, he doesn't want me. Who would? I am not beautiful, sexy or charming. I am a woman with a terrible baggage. I lowered my head to hide my tears.

"I'm sorry." I managed to say these painful words between sobs. It hurts more than I let on and having him here is making it worst. "I shouldn't have done that. I know you guys do not like it when girls take control." I whispered. My tears won't stop.

He stepped closer and held me. I struggled. I don't want to be subjected to further humiliation. He held onto me, gently for a long time. Pacified me like a child throwing a tantrum. He just stroke my hair while I cried my heart out. He still held me even after my tears were gone.

I started to feel like myself again. His gentleness eased off some of the humiliation from his earlier rejection.

"I'm okay, Ed. You can let go now." trying to push him away and get out of his warm embrace. He won't let go so I stayed still.

I felt a light kiss on the top of my head and heard him sigh.

"You should never apologize to me, Helena. Not when it has something to do with me getting to know you better."

"My stopping has nothing to do with me not wanting you. Never, ever make that assumption again." he tightened his arms around me ans started grinding his hips making me feel the bulging presence that clearly shows how much he wanted me.

"I can take you anytime and anywhere, babe. As long as you are ready. As long as you are willing." he whispered those words to my ears giving me goosebumps.

"Eat breakfast while I shower." he then lifted his duffel and headed to the bathroom.

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