Choices (The Forever series, Book Four) Read Free

whispers. "Always your favorite."
    "And yours," I murmur, not to him but to the piano
keys, not wanting to break the spell but wanting to remind him that I know him.
That I love him.
    The clock strikes quarter to midnight and he steps closer.
Lifting a finger he closes the lid of the piano shut and I pull my fingers back
quickly before they get trapped. He takes my hand carefully and silently leads
me into the bedroom. His bedroom, not the guest room, as that is our usual
spot. He takes my dress off and pushes me gently onto the bed and back so I am
lying down. This is the most gentle he has been in a long time and I don't want
to do anything to change it.
    He sits next to me and softly places his hand on me. Pushing
his fingers against my clit, he plays with me. He doesn't enter me, just a
constant spiral against me. His touch so gentle, so welcome after such
harshness from him, I quickly feel myself get wet and he smiles slightly as he
increases the speed and pressure on me. I come with a ripple of pleasure and he
grunts, satisfied that I am now ready for him in my own juices that he has
coaxed from me. The clock strikes midnight and it is now that I realize that he
waited. Waited to bring me to his bed after what I said about Devon.
    He stands up and proceeds to undress, taking his time as if
I weren't even there, even going so far as to hang up his suit and place his
tie back on the rack.
    I watch him closely, desperate to know what he is thinking.
Finally he is naked and again a realization hits me that this is the first time
since that day that he has fully unclothed himself to be with me. I swallow as
I watch him move towards me, wondering what he is going to do with me. Quite
frankly I don't think he knows either as he peers at me, his slanted cat's eyes
narrowed in an internal struggle.
    He crawls onto the bed beside me and I catch my breath as he
leans over me and places his mouth on mine, slowly, hesitantly. Aching to touch
him, to bring my hands up to his face, I resist, again not wanting to break the
spell. He parts my lips with his tongue and I whimper in need in spite of
myself as he moves it against mine. Still so slowly, I want to cry. I want to
grab him and never let go. I want this kiss to last forever. But I don't move a
muscle, not wanting to frighten him off. With a soft, desperate “uh” noise into
my mouth, he deepens the kiss moving closer to me, his hand hovering over me to
touch me. Unable to help myself any longer I touch his face and slide my hand
around the back of his head pulling his mouth closer to mine. His hand swoops
down then onto my breast, kneading me and pulling my nipple into a hard, aching
point.
    He breaks the kiss and I am motionless as he stares down at
me with his cold eyes, going colder, and I want to die right there to be put
out of my misery. He is pulling away from me again. "No!" I say
forcefully as he physically pulls away from me. I am not going to let him do
this.
    "No?" he asks. "No what?"
    "Don't do this Constantine," I beg him.
"Please, I need you. I need you to come back to me, please." Usually
not in the business of begging, I am not above a good plea when the situation
calls for it. And this is one of those times.
    Again he peers at me but says nothing as he moves to climb
off the bed. I follow him, grabbing his arm and he stiffens, his muscles
bunching up.
    "Don't touch me," he says quietly.
    I don't let him go.
    He places his hand on mine to remove it but I clamp down. I
am just as strong as he is now, not that he would know that, and he will find
it difficult to get away from me.
    "Kiss me again, Constantine, please," I whisper.
"I miss it. I miss you. Just one more kiss and then you can do whatever you
like to me."
    His surprise is evident at my request. I know he wants to
now, I can see it. I am so close to him, he can't help but think of it.
    Taking my chance as he thinks it over, I drop my mouth to
his, not letting go of his arm, not willing to give him the