Broken

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: The White Rabbit

"Before I fall asleep, I always picture what it would feel like to fall asleep in your arms."

Anonymous

We took the elevator and as I pulled the gate open, I saw Evan in a gray suit with no tie. The shock of his presence rendered me speechless for a moment. He broke the silence by walking over to me and kissing my open mouth lightly.

He murmured on my lips, "You take my breath."

He bent his mouth back to mine and pulled my body into his. I melted into him. I felt hot and the world started spinning as he kissed my mouth again. I remembered Ben and turned back toward him. Evan spoke in my ear with a hint of annoyance, "Who is he?"

I said to Ben in the most normal tone I could manage, "Ben, this is Evan Grant, my…" I didn't know what he was to me.

"Boyfriend. I am Paige's boyfriend." Evan finished for me. I was flustered by his description and had no idea what to say.

Ben put out his hand to shake Evan's. "Evan, this is my friend, Ben Stafford. We were about to go to the Coco Café for dinner," I explained awkwardly and wondered how the hell Evan had gotten into my lobby.

"Mind if I join you? I am starving and it's been a long day of surgeries."

Evan was relaxed and kept his hand on my waist, his fingers holding my hip with familiarity. I didn't know how to handle a man touching me this way around other people. It had never happened to me before. I froze for a second and then recovered. "Of course you can. We'd be delighted."

Ben sensed that something was going on and said, "You two run along. I will go and pick my daughter up from ballet. Her mother is always late," he added in explanation. "Evan, it was a pleasure to meet you."

Ben nodded to Evan and then leaned forward to peck me on the cheek. I gave his arm an apologetic squeeze and he disappeared through the front door. Evan and I stood alone in the lobby of my apartment. I was still somewhat shocked by his presence.

Evan turned to me and with a tinge of anger in his voice demanded, "Why didn't you call me? Who is that man and what is going on?" I couldn't speak. My heart was lodged in my throat once again. I was angry, scared, and happy all at once. "Oh, hell," Evan cursed quietly. He took my hand and guided me to the elevator, pushed my floor number, and pulled the gate shut.

I'd never had to answer to anyone, especially not to a married man. My mouth opened to tell Evan to leave, but he pushed me against the wall of the elevator. He kissed me softly and my body went limp. He held me in his arms, caressing my mouth with his. His gentle assault was my downfall. I became a docile i***t every time he touched me. The elevator stopped, forcing him to end his kiss. He took me by the hand and guided me to my door.

My fingers shook when I tried to put the key in the lock. Evan took the keys from me, unlocked the door, and guided me through to the living room. He noted the wine glasses still sitting on my coffee table and the sound of Nat King Cole singing "Autumn Leaves."

He gathered the empty glasses and placed them in the sink. He reached into the cabinet and plucked out two more wine glasses. I was bewildered by his familiarity with my home and where I kept everything. He found my bottle of wine in the refrigerator and poured us both a drink.

I was silent and slid onto my sofa. I slipped off my nude sandals and curled my legs up to my chest, wrapping my arms around my knees. My summer dress rode up to the top of my nude thigh-highs. He took off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack. He turned to look at me and his face told me everything. He was hurt, angry, and lustful all at once.

"Paige, don't ever do that again." His voice was gentle but firm.

I didn't have to ask him what he meant but I did anyway. "I beg your damn pardon? I didn't do anything. I was having dinner with a friend. You were in my lobby! How did you get in and why exactly are you here? I don't recall inviting you."

He sat beside me and pulled my legs across his lap and began massaging my feet. Damn those magic f*****g fingers.

He took a sip of his wine and said in a soft voice, "You know why I'm here, Paige. Don't make me have to come and find you. I will always find you, but please don't make me. I ache without you. You are a part of me now."

I squeezed my eyes shut at his words. My heart screamed for him, my body ached for him, but I had to fight this. It was a disaster waiting to happen. "You are married and you don't even know me," I said and opened my eyes to stare defiantly back at him.

He laughed at me and he took the wine glass from my hands to set it on the coffee table. "I know you."

His fingers reached under my dress, pulling my panties off gently. I didn't fight. I couldn't move when he pushed my skirt up and spread my legs open to allow his mouth to explore me. "I know you," he whispered once more before taking me into his mouth. My legs fell open of their own accord. His mouth was hot and soft on my body. His tongue dominated and controlled me.

He stopped abruptly and pulled my dress over my head, leaving me in my nude bra. His gaze was heated as he took in my body. He groaned and took his clothes off. I watched him with fascination and undisguised desire.

He moved on top of me. He pulled the cup of my bra down to capture a n****e in his mouth and he nipped at it gently before sucking it to a hard point. His c**k hovered at my entrance, rubbing against it until he finally pushed inside me. I cried out with the intense pleasure of his body filling my own and the head of his c**k stroking inside me.

My body tensed and my muscles tightened with the ache inside me. He pushed my legs up as far as they would go so that I could take in the entire thick length of him. He held my hips and drove into me and the sensation was overwhelming. He stretched and filled me completely.

He thrust inside me with desperate urgency, all while he kissed me. The way he kissed me was an almost separate form of lovemaking, as if our mouths were performing their own act of love, communicating and stroking each other. His body was taut with his need for release and his thrusts came faster, harder.

I came with such intensity that my teeth clenched together and I screamed through them. I saw stars sparkle around me in the rays of sunlight that poured through my windows. I heard Evan draw in a sharp breath and he stared into my eyes as his c**k jerked inside me with his orgasm. He moaned softly and fell on me.

He lay on top of me, his body still inside me. He kissed me tenderly and almost reverently, as though I were a fragile apparition that might disappear at any moment. Neither of us spoke because words weren't needed. I knew that no matter what happened, I had no choice. I was in love with this man. I couldn't say the words out loud but he knew it. Evan understood everything about me and I never had to say a word.