Everything She Never Wanted

Chapter 20

20

Henry did his best not to devour his dinner. He carefully cut each piece of his steak and chewed slowly. It hurt, a lot, but he knew the wait would be even better.

Especially if Cynthia squirming in her seat meant she was half as turned on as he was.

He thought the night was over when f*****g Easton Keen was there, but damn if his woman didn’t put that bastard in his place. Good for her. And him, too. He would have needed bail money if Cynthia didn’t slap the son of a b***h.

She caught his eye and smiled that sweet grin that went straight to his d**k. He’d never wanted a woman the way he wanted her. The past didn’t matter when he was with Cynthia. Now was all he thought about. Not the future, not the past. Just the present.

It was new and refreshing for Henry. Every day of his life, he was planning for the future or living with regrets of the past. He knew he’d miss her when she was gone, but he knew he’d regret not being with her even more. So he sucked up the pain he knew was heading his way and enjoyed every f*****g second he got to spend with her.

Especially the ones he spent between her thighs.

“I think I need a bag,” she said, breaking into his dirty thoughts. “I’m not hungry anymore.”

Henry glanced at her plate. Half her lasagna sat untouched. The other half appeared to have been cut up and pushed around her plate more than eaten. “You should eat. You’re going to need your strength later.”

Her eyes dilated as his words sunk in. She looked from him to his plate to her own then picked up her fork and kept eating. She shifted in her seat again, and he grinned. If she knew how hard he was, she wouldn’t be so uncomfortable. Or maybe she’d be even more uncomfortable. He didn’t care. He was just glad she was ready for him.

They finished their dinners and sipped their wine. When the waiter asked if they wanted dessert, Henry said, “We have something sweet at home.”

Cynthia’s eyes bugged out, but she didn’t disagree with him. Just shifted again. Dammit. He sat forward and tried to think of anything but her n***d in his bed. It didn’t work, so he adjusted the erection making him dizzy. She was killing him.

Henry paid the bill and took his time finishing his wine before he stood and helped her into her jacket. He pressed against her backside, making sure she felt how hard he was, and whispered, “I hope you’re ready for me when we get to my place. If I can even wait that long.”

She moaned just loudly enough that he heard it. She turned in his arms and reached up for a kiss. He easily would have taken her right then and there, but he wasn’t sharing her with any other man. Especially all the fuckers who’d been checking her out all night. She was his dammit, only his.

Henry slipped into his jacket, thankful it was long enough to cover his raging hard-on, and guided her out of the restaurant with a hand low on her back, glaring at every fucker who dared to look at her while she was with him.

He really didn’t think he’d be able to make it home. And if he did, he didn’t want a run-in with Zach. He tried to come up with anyplace else they could go, but knew his place was the only option. He headed in that direction, keeping his hand on her thigh the entire drive.

She shifted again, as they headed out River Road toward Highway 89.

“Are you alright?” he asked, knowing full well she wasn’t.

“I just can’t seem to get comfortable.”

“Really? Are you hot?”

“Yes.”

“We can turn the heat down.”

“No. I’ll be fine.”

“I don’t want you to get too hot and bothered.”

She gasped. “How do you know?”

He reached for her hand and brought it to his c**k. “Because I am, too.”

She moaned and wrapped her fingers around him. She stroked him through his pants, sighing and shifting closer. Then she stopped and cleared her throat. He got worried.

“I’m sorry about Easton.”

Henry shot her a glare. “I really don’t want to hear another man’s name when your hand is on my cock.”

She removed her hand. Dammit. That wasn’t what he wanted either.

“He wasn’t that big of a jerk in high school.”

“Yeah, he was,” Henry said with a snort. “He’s always been an asshole.”

He knew Cynthia was staring at him, wondering what happened. “What are you talking about? He was a good guy. Granted, he cheated on me, but I thought you guys got along.”

Henry snorted. “Uh, no. Never. He tolerated me because I was your friend.”

“Was he mean to you?”

Henry shrugged, not wanting to get into a poor Henry discussion with her. Lots of people were mean to him growing up. The fat kid always got picked on. And people felt threatened by his family’s money, or appearance of it, and his friendship with Cynthia. Having attractive cousins when he wasn’t made him an even bigger butt of their jokes, and they definitely used that to their advantage.

“Turn around.”

“Why?”

“Because I didn’t slap him hard enough.”

Henry sighed. “It’s all in the past. Easton Keen doesn’t matter. Neither does anyone else from high school.”

“Except me?” she asked softly.

Henry glanced at her and reached for her hand, twining it with his. “Yes. You matter, Cynthia. You mean everything to me.”

She brought their joined hands to her lips and held them there for a long moment, then lowered them back to her lap. Henry drove them to his house, but no longer felt the rush to be inside her. He needed to take his time. To show her just how much she meant to him.

He let them in, breathing a sigh of relief when Zach wasn’t waiting for them. He wasn’t sure if his cousin was home or if he’d gone to someone else’s place for the night, and frankly, Henry didn’t care. He needed Cynthia. He needed to tell her things that he couldn’t say with words.

Silently, they went to his room. He closed the door and locked it, watching her closely. Moonlight filtered into the room, catching her dark hair and making it glow. Her eyes found the light and held it, capturing the brightness and not letting go. Just like she captured his heart.

Henry met her in front of the window. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder, looking out the window with her.

“It’s so beautiful here.”

He nodded.

“I always wondered what it would be like to live here. So much beauty right at your fingertips. Even in the winter, it’s beautiful here.”

“I can’t imagine living anywhere else in the world,” Henry confessed. He knew it was selfish. A part of him wondered if he and Cynthia would last if he wanted to live in a city, but he knew he wouldn’t be happy. He knew he’d end up regretting the move and resenting her. Being without her was better than hating her.

He hoped.

“I know,” she said, a sad smile on her pretty lips.

Henry brushed the hair from her neck and replaced it with his lips. She melted into him instantly, her body surrendering to him. She wanted to show him how much she loved him. How much she wanted to stay with him. If she were given the choice, she’d stay right there with him and make Amavita her home. But she couldn’t just move in. He had to want her to.

He kissed his way up her neck to her ear and dipped his tongue inside. She sighed, loving the way he pressed against her back and her front, surrounding her. His hands sought the separation between her skirt and top, searching for skin. When he found it, they both gasped.

“You have the softest skin,” he whispered in her ear. “I love touching you.”

She murmured her agreement. The rough pads of his fingers turned her on. She wanted to feel them on every inch of her skin.

His fingers traveled up, pulling her shirt up and exposing her stomach. On instinct, she sucked in a breath to hide the excess flab she hated on her belly. He smoothed a hand over her skin. “You’re beautiful. You don’t have to hide any part of yourself from me. I want all of you, Cynthia.”

She released the breath she was holding and sighed. Few men told her she was beautiful. She knew she had a girl-next-door kind of cuteness, but beautiful? That was reserved for women who were stunning. Women who could make traffic stop. Henry made her feel like one of them.

He slowly removed her shirt, letting it fall from his fingertips. He kissed her shoulder, where her b*a strap was, then nudged it down and laved her bare skin.

“You’re stunning in this moonlight. I love seeing it on your flesh. Kick off your heels, honey.”

She did as he asked, dropping her a few inches. She met his eyes in the window, knowing he was watching her even though their reflections weren’t clear. His hand dipped to her waistband, his fingers easing underneath. He didn’t go far, just teased her as he watched her. Her head fell back against his shoulder and her chest rose and fell with each breath she took. He hooked his thumbs in the sides of her skirt and tights and slowly drew them down. He held each foot to help her step out of the tights, then stood behind her again.

“I want to touch you right here. Looking out over the vineyards. I want you to feel what it would be like if you lived here. Just for a moment. Something to take with you,” he said with a smile.

The thought made her sad. Being able to pretend she belonged to Henry, to look over the property that would never be her home, as she came. Seeing his arms around her as she looked out was hard enough. But she’d do anything he asked of her. She loved him enough that she knew she’d do anything.

His hand slid beneath her black lace panties. They both groaned when he reached her wet curls. “You’re soaked, honey. I knew you were wet all through dinner when you kept shifting in your seat, but I didn’t know you were this wet. I don’t think you’re going to take long, are you.”

She shook her head, just his words heating her up. He teased her, playing in her curls for a long minute before he moved his hand lower. One brush over her c**t and she cried out.

“Oh, Cynthia. Don’t hold back. Let me hear you.”

She spread her thighs wide and welcomed him in. She watched where his hand disappeared beneath the windowsill and wished she could see his hand in her panties. His forearm moved, his muscles flexing as he moved lower to her entrance. He slid one finger deep inside her, withdrawing it slowly.

“I’ve never felt you this wet before we even got started. I can’t wait to slide into you.”

“Please, Henry,” she moaned, her body tightening with desire.

“Please what, honey? Tell me what you want.”

“Please make me come.”

He slid up to her c**t and pinched it between two fingers and tugged. Her knees weakened, but he held her up with an arm around her waist.

“Lean on me if you need to. I won’t let you fall, Cynthia.”

‘Too late’ filtered through her heart. She’d already fallen. And she fell hard.

Henry’s fingers moved quickly over her, circling her c**t then focusing on it. She panted and moaned and rocked her hips. When she was close, he thrust his fingers deep inside her and pressed her c**t and g-spot at the same moment, sending her off into oblivion.

She screamed and f****d his hand. She let him support her because she couldn’t stand if she wanted to. She looked at them in the window, her eyes wide and glassy. His focused and staring at her. The raw desire she saw on his face sent her into another o****m.

Henry carried her to the bed, one hand still between her thighs. He gently laid her down, withdrawing his hand slowly. She moaned and her back arched toward him, not wanting him to leave her. He guided her panties off then unhooked her b*a, leaving her n***d before him.

“Lie down, honey.”

Cynthia scooted up the bed and rested her head on one of his pillows. She watched as he stripped his clothes off, watching her closely as he did. One button at a time. Then the clasp and zipper on his pants. It all went to the floor before he stood in front of her gloriously n***d.

“Do you trust me, Cynthia?” he asked, his voice trembling.

“Of course.”

“Are you on the pill? Or something?”

She nodded.

“I want to be inside you without anything between us.”

She nodded slowly.

“You can say no.”

“I want you like that, too. I’ve never had s*x with anyone without a c****m, Henry. But I’m clean. I got checked after my last relationship ended and again a few weeks ago.”

“Me, too. Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she said, reaching for him.

He took her hand and let her pull him onto the bed. He knelt between her thighs and stopped. “I need to taste you first.”

“I need you, Henry,” she whimpered.

He shifted, scooting away from her. “Let me taste you. I said I was going to have you for dessert. I haven’t yet.”

She sucked in a breath and nodded. He lowered himself between her legs, pressing them wider to accommodate him. One swipe of his tongue and she was coming off the bed.

“I still want to hear you,” he said. “Tell me what you like.”

“I like it all, Henry. You feel so good.”

“Do you like this?” he asked, his tongue circling her c**t.

“Yes.”

“How about this?” His tongue dipped into her channel.

“Oh, yes.”

“What about this?” He flicked her c**t with the tip of his tongue.

“Yes, Henry. Please make me come again.”

He sucked and flicked and nipped and thrust. He devoured her, lapping her up as she came again and again. When he slid a finger into her a*s, she came even harder.

“I knew my woman liked that.”

“More,” she begged, unable to resist.

“As much as you want, honey. Keep talking to me.”

“You feel so good,” she moaned as he went back to work. His fingers filled her, fingers from both hands sliding in and out with practiced ease. He suckled her c**t, then nipped it, sending her over the edge yet again.

“Stop,” she whimpered. “Please stop.”

He pulled back immediately. “Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head. “No. I just can’t take anymore. I need to feel you inside me.”

“I’ll be right back.”

Henry left, walking into his bathroom. She heard water running over the sound of her own pants. She heaved for breath, thankful when she could finally breathe normally again. He came back, his beautiful c**k leading the way.

“That was amazing, honey,” he said, leaning over her for a kiss. “Thank you.”

“Thank you.”

He smiled at her and positioned himself between her legs. “Are you sure about this?”

Cynthia nodded. “Absolutely.”

He eased into her, but her slippery channel accepted him without any resistance. He groaned. “f**k, you’re wet. Honey, I’m sorry, but I’m not going to last very long. You feel too good.”

“Please, Henry,” she begged, the feel of him inside, feeling every ridge of him against her, made her want more.

He met her eyes, a cocky grin tilting his lips. “Damn, woman.”

She chuckled, but then he moved. A slip out, a slide in.

“f**k,” he groaned.

His jaw ticked with his attempt to hold back. But she didn’t want him to hold back. She didn’t need him to wait for her. She wanted him to feel good.

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Let go for me, Henry. Let me feel you lose control.”

“Cynthia,” he warned.

She met and held his eyes. “Please, Henry. Let me have all of you.”

He paused for a minute, but she didn’t waver. She wanted him to lose himself in her the way she lost herself in him.

She knew the moment he decided to do it. His eyes darkened, his c**k swelled, and his muscles tensed.

Then he started to move.

His thrusts were hard. His hips pounded into her. His jaw clenched. He lifted up onto his knees and brought her hips up with him. The new position had him slamming into her just right, and she couldn’t stop the o****m that built quickly inside her. She moaned and met him stroke for stroke. He cupped her knees and spread her wider, watching where he slid into her. He wrapped her legs around his back and drove even harder into her.

“Henry,” she gasped. She was either dying or about to have the biggest o****m of her life. “Please, Henry.”

He met her eyes and the last shred of control he held on to snapped. He f****d her hard, his hips pistoning into hers at a rhythm that didn’t seem possible. One hand went to her breast, squeezing hard enough to hurt. The other went to her c**t.

“Come, Cynthia. Come now!”

He roared the last word, his o****m releasing seconds before hers did. He jerked and trembled, thrusting again and again as he poured into her. She felt every squirt of him, loving that he was the first man she’d ever had come inside her.

He collapsed on top of her, his breathing as labored as hers. When he softened and slipped from her, fluid leaked from her onto the bed. Still, neither of them moved.

He kissed her neck, her jaw, and her lips. He brushed the hair back from her face. He stared at her, a look in his eyes that gave her hope.

“Thank you.”

She pulled him down for a kiss. “Thank you.”

He rolled off her and went to the bathroom. When he came back, he had a wet washcloth. He sat between her legs and cleaned her, being very gentle with her sensitive skin. When he was done, he took the washcloth back to the bathroom, then curled up next to her in the bed.

Cynthia laid awake, trying to talk her heart down. She wanted to tell him how much he meant to her, how much she loved him. But she couldn’t say the words. Not until he was sound asleep and she knew he wouldn’t hear them. Only then was it safe to whisper, “I love you.”