Finding YOU Finding ME (You & Me Trilogy Book 2) (4 page)

            “Sam,”
he groaned, as I shifted again, brushing against him as I turn to sit facing
him, my legs now straddling him, “I missed this, I miss you so much, but if you
don’t stop squirming against me, rubbing against me like that, I don’t think we
can make it to dinner.”

            I
kissed him and said, “do we have to eat dinner?”

            Collins
laughed then, a deep velvety laugh that made my stomach flip. Even his laugh
made me want him more. “No, we have to go to this dinner. I made a promise.”

            A
promise? I pulled my mouth away from his for a while and looked up at him, my
eyes questioning him.

            His
eyes looked into mine, softening and then filled with a look of adoration. “Baby,”
he said, “Don’t worry about it. It’s a promise I made to the person we’re
meeting.”

            “We
have company?” I asked. When did Collins ever take me out for dinner to meet
with other people? 

            “Yes,”
Collins said. “In order for me and you to work, in order for us to really have
a functioning relationship, Sam, we’ll have to do this.”

            I
took a deep breath and exhaled. Before this moment, when it came to Collins
McGregor, I had only thought with my wanton irrational side, my Lola, as I
called her. She was the one who made me toss caution to the wind and jump head
first questions later into my forbidden relationship with billionaire bad boy
Collins McGregor, as scandalizing as it seemed for the chaste virginal Pastor’s
daughter to carrying on a relationship with one of America’s most eligible and
most rumored about billionaire bachelor.

            Collins
kissed me on the temple and sat me down next to him, readjusting the front of
his pants. “As much as I want to go through with what we started right here
until we’re both naked, sweaty, and pounding each other in every which way
space will permit in this backseat; we have to stop.”

            I
blushed, thinking of the very image he painted just now, and gulped, wondering
if it was possible to do some of the things I’ve seen him do in his tapes,
within the space of the backseat. Just remembering how he looked when he was
writhing in ecstasy and how his face looked as he found his release, made my
mouth watered as I stared at his lips, his mouth, and his eyes. “Collins,” I
whispered hoarsely, “I’m not prepared to meet someone for dinner right now, not
the way I’m dressed, and especially not the way I feel…”

            “You’re
dressed fine, and believe me, the person we’re meeting wouldn’t mind knowing
how you’re feeling right now.”

            I
gulped. I knew Collins was into certain kinds of alternative or even kinky
acts, but I didn’t think he would bring someone else into it. “Um, Collins, I’m
not sure…”

            His
large hands slipped up my thighs and started kneading my skin in a luxuriously
slow circle, dangerously close to my inner thigh. Inches from where my body was
heated up, waiting for his touch. “Relax,” Collins said softly, barely a
whisper. “It’s just a dinner meeting, and afterwards, we’ll see what comes of
it.”

            “But,”
I started to protest. “I just want to be with you. You alone. I’ve waited so
long to see you again, and I even,” I took a deep breath. I couldn’t believe I
felt so emotional about this, so young and naïve. Didn’t I know what I was
getting into when it came to Collins McGregor and his dark needs?

            Collins
smiled widely then and he leaned over to tenderly kiss me on the lips. “You
will,” he said. He squeezed my thigh then and beamed. “I’m proud of your
progress, Sam. Months ago, you wouldn’t even admit to wanting to be touched,
you wouldn’t even want me to undress you completely. Now…”

            I
blushed, looking down, and acknowledging the truth with what he said. I
couldn’t get past a certain point in our relationship without breaking down
into traumatizing paralyzing fear. Now… “It’s because I’ve watched you,” I
said. “In your tapes. I’ve seen what you’ve done and are capable of doing. I
can anticipate it, Collins. In some strange bizarre way, because I know and can
expect what is your next move, for some reason, it makes me…um…not scared.” I
can feel my face burning red and my ears heating up. “I want to experience
those same things with you, Collins. I’ve never wanted anything more.”

            Collins’
palm gently touched my cheeks, and when I turned my face up to look at him, I
can see tears in his eyes. “Sam,” he said. “You don’t know how much this means
to me.” He cupped my face in both his hands and planted kisses on my lips, my
cheeks, my eyelids, and my forehead. “My Sammy, my girl…I thought I lost you,
were losing you when we came so close to becoming more, but thank goodness, I
was wrong.” He kissed me fully on the lips again, and this time, I can feel my
cheeks wet, as his hot mouth devoured mine. When he pulled back, I thought it
was his tears I was feeling against my cheeks, but realized when I can see his
face more clearly and how dry his cheeks looked, that the tears I thought were
his, had really been my own.

Chapter
5

            “
I
t didn’t take long for us to reach where we
were going for dinner. Vincent pulled up to the entrance of a tall modern glass
and steel building located about 20 minutes from Sawyer House, and came around
to open my door.

            Collins
joined me, took my arm, and walked me to the double glass doors leading into
the building. The lobby had an impressive water garden, but other than that, it
appeared to be occupied by professional offices, not restaurants.

            “Collins,”
I said, “where’s the restaurant?”

            Collins
licked his lips nervously and said, “Um, actually, we’re not here for the
restaurant.”

            I
stopped walking and stood facing him. “Then where are we going?”

            “Remember
I said we needed to meet someone in order for us to have this relationship? In
order to try to make it work?”

            “I
thought we were meeting them for dinner,” I said.

            “We
were, we are, but first, we have to meet them here.”

            “Why?”
I asked.

            Collins
let out an exasperated breath and said, “You sure have a lot of questions all
of a sudden, Sweetie.” He pulled me in and kissed me on the lips, a soft, but
firm reassuring kiss that hinted at something a lot sexier and wild to come.
“Just trust me, Sam, meeting this person before dinner, will be worth it.”

            “Worth
it, huh?” I teased, stepping up to him and nearly plastering myself to him.

            There
were a few people in the lobby, but I didn’t care. If Collins wanted to play
some kind of game with me, then I’ll play it right back at him. If he wanted to
be secretive about this whole thing, especially when it came to something
involving us, then I can keep things from him, too.

            “Sam,”
Collins said, peeling my arms off of his shoulders and setting me chastely in
front of him so he can lead me to the elevators. “I don’t want to keep anything
from you, but under the circumstances, this has to be an as-you-know situation.
And it’s nothing to worry about.” He kissed my forehead again and said against
my cheeks, “Please, Sam, trust me. I need to get your trust on this. I need to
know that you can have some kind of faith in me and our relationship.”

            Collins
was serious then, and his beautiful blue eyes held my hazel ones, directly and
intensely, strong, but pleadingly soft at once. My heart went out to him,
seeing how he was suddenly so nervous, he was uncharacteristically quiet. He
licked his lips again, and I realized he was waiting for me to make the first
move.

            I
gently reached out for his hand and held onto it with mine and said, “Come on,
then. Don’t want to keep our guest waiting.”

            Collins
nodded, leading me to the elevators.

            Once
inside the elevator, Collins pressed the button for the top floor. We stared at
each other as the elevator door closed, noting that there was no one else in
the elevator besides us. We still had our hands together, and as soon as the
doors closed, Collins’ hands left mine and traveled to the back of my waist.
With one single lift, he had me against the wall of the elevator, my legs
straddled around his waist before he crashed his mouth hungrily over mine. His
hands roamed around my back, while he held me in place with his weight, and
stroked my tongue with his. His need for me was so intense, and my need to have
him fill me, made me tighten my legs around him while I tried to untie his tie
and unbutton his white shirt.

            I
wanted to open up his shirt and kiss the beautifully golden warm skin of his throat
and then his smooth bare chest. I wanted to run my hands all over his muscular
chest and down to his rock hard abs, down his pelvic V, and further so I can
feel how much he wanted me. Pressed against me so tightly against the wall, I
could feel him, pulsing against me, enlarged with need. “Sam,” he breathed into
my mouth. “I want to fuck you so badly, I’m thinking of holding off on this
meeting.”

            “Hmmm,”
I said, still kissing his lips and then sucking hard on his tongue. It was
instinctual, and I just knew I wanted to taste him and please him in any and
every physical way I could offer.

            I
continued sucking on his tongue until he groaned, and nearly dropped me as a
shiver went through both of us. “What. Do. You. Want?” he said between heavy
panting and kissing.

            “Don’t
we have to meet them in order to move forward?” I asked coyly, my mind consumed
with all thoughts of how to get Collins’ shirt and pants off, rather than talk
about meetings and appointments.

            “Yes,”
Collins said. “We have to, but I get the feeling…” He hesitated for a while
before slamming down his head into my chest and began kissing the top of my
breasts at my cleavage. His hand snaked in underneath my shirt and lifted my
bra up so that now his fingers were rubbing my nipples back and forth.

            “Collins,”
I purred, almost losing it. “When did we have to meet…”

            I
stopped as he lifted up my shirt, baring my breasts to the air, and tugged one
of my breasts into his mouth where he used his tongue to nip and lick my
sensitive nipples into full peakness. When he finished taking one breast to its
full apex of sensations, he hungrily latched onto the other, sucking and
licking until I would explode.

            “Collins,”
I cried. “We have to stop or I’ll want to go all the way.” I tugged frantically
at the belt holding his pants together, and then the zipper. I wanted to feel
his warmth in me so badly now, I didn’t care if I was tearing at his clothes. 

            “I
love this animalistic go-all-out side of you, Sammy,” he growled. “I knew
underneath that prim and proper good girl was this tigress who’s insatiable.”

            “Guess
I can imagine more of what I want to do with you now that my eyes are open to
the possibilities,” I said. “And right now, I want you to feel me, to relieve
me, Collins.”

            “Oh,”
Collins smiled. “I’ll do more than that do you, Sammy. “I’ll…” with one fell
swoop, he reached under my skirt and tore off my panties. He took a look at it,
and looked a little disappointed. “Not the ones with the heart on it that I so
loved,” he said. “But I guess that’s a good thing because it means I didn’t
tear that one apart.” He placed my torn panties into his pocket and proceeded
to bring his hand up my thighs and then directly rubbing and touching my most
sensitive parts with his fingers.

            He
had me writhing against the wall, wanting to pull him closer. “I see I’ve been
neglectful in my duties,” Collins said seductively. “Some of you need a bit
more attention than just that.” He lifted me higher now as though I was as
light as a pillow, and held me with both hands around my waist, arms extended
up, and then he lowered me, naked, wet, and hot for him directly in front of
his mouth until I was sitting on his shoulders. “Umm,” he said, “maybe we can
skip dinner after all and go straight to dessert.” With that, I felt his wet
tongue begin working on me stroke after blissful slow stroke.

            I
was so on the verge of exploding when I felt his tongue reached all the way in,
sliding deep in and then out and back in repeatedly until I began clenching.
The sensation was searingly hot and cool at the same time, I began shaking
hard, uncontrollably and deliciously until I felt almost spent. When my tremors
subsided, Collins lowered my body down until he was facing me, and then he
hungrily kissed my mouth, as though he was starving and couldn’t get enough.

            “That
was so beautiful, Sam,” he said. “So fucking deliciously beautiful.” He kissed
me one last hard time, and then pulled back before he pulled me into a tight
hug. “Sam, you’ve just had an orgasm.” He kissed me on the lips, gently now.
“And I see many more to come…”

            He
took out a handkerchief and folded it into a nice rectangle before he wiped
between my legs, cleaning me up, and then placed it back into his pocket. “If
we had done this at my place, Sammy, I’d strip you and wash every part of you
in the shower. I’d wash your beautiful smooth skin, and shampoo your gorgeous
thick dark hair. Afterwards, I’d rub scented oils all over you, and then take
you to our bed where we begin getting you hot and exploding once again.”

            The
image of that made me shiver all over. But there wasn’t time for another
release.

When
the elevator reached one floor below where we were heading, I quickly adjusted
my clothes and fixed my hair, while Collins buttoned up his shirt and fixed his
tie. I was ready, but Collins’ pants were still unzipped, unbuttoned, and
unbelted. I immediately helped him there, zipping up his zipper, then buttoning
it before belting it. I was very conscious of the large bulge in his pants, and
I looked up at him, questioningly. “I want to reciprocate,” I said. “I want to
make you feel as good and fulfilled as I feel right now.” I licked my lips
nervously but eagerly. I have never done this before, but I was willing, driven
by intense desire for him, wanting to experience everything with him.