He held her tightly. Her curvy body pressed to his hard one. Paul couldn’t stop the physical reaction. He got rock hard.
“We’ve got to tell Mitch,” she said. “I’m not hiding my feelings to spare him. I don’t see why he can go around town sleeping with everything that walks while I have to keep myself pure and whatnot.”
“The only person you’re going to have between your thighs, baby, is me.”
“Of course. Why would I want anyone else?”
Looking down into her hazel eyes Paul was caught once again. She was so damn beautiful.
“Come on. Help me clean up, and then I’ve got a movie planned.” He picked up their plates and moved toward the sink. “I don’t suppose you can put the leftovers in those containers? That’s my dinner for the next couple of days.”
“You seriously eat this all the time?” she asked.
He kept everything neat and tidy, and the boxes where he stored his cooked food had labels on.
“What’s wrong with eating the same thing?”
“Boredom. I need to teach you how to cook something else.”
Paul didn’t argue with her. They finished cleaning the kitchen in no time. He liked having her by his side while they worked together.
Once they were done with cleaning he took her hand and led her through to the living room. She took a seat on his sofa as he went to the DVD and inserted the movie he’d rented out.
“Paul, is there something you’re not telling me?” she asked.
He took the seat next to her and frowned. “No, why?”
“I was just wondering what the meaning of all of this is?” Rachel glanced around her. He’d picked a chick flick for them to watch.
“I just wondered what was with the seduction. You know I want you.”
He stopped and watched as she stumbled over her words.
“I mean, you don’t need to work so hard. I’m a sure thing when it comes to you.”
Anger spiked inside him. “Oh, so because you’re a sure thing I shouldn’t be treating you differently or be seducing you? Next time I’m fucking horny I’ll just phone you up and order you to come and satisfy the need I have.” Paul stood up. He needed to move away from her. She’d made him so angry.
“That’s not what I meant,” she said.
“No? Then what the fuck did you mean? If I just wanted a fuck, Rachel, I would have done Tracy back at the shop. I’m making an effort. I’m giving you everything you deserve.” Running fingers through his hair Paul paced his living room. He’d moved the coffee table to the far side of the room the last time Rachel was at his home, which he hadn’t put back yet.
Rachel got up to leave. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you angry. I’m new at this.” He watched as she walked toward the doorway of his sitting room.
“Shit, Rachel, sit down.” He was judging her in comparison to his other women. Paul needed to remember she was still a virgin. He needed to prove to her that she was different for him and to expect more of a seduction from him.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten angry with you. I don’t want you to leave.” He knelt before her, rubbing his hands on her thighs.
“No, it’s my fault. I assumed you were putting in more effort than what you do for other women.”
Taking her hands in his he traced the lines in the centre of her palm. “I do put the extra effort with you. The other women didn’t mean anything. You do mean something, and I want to give you everything I didn’t give them.”
“I spoilt the moment, didn’t I? Maybe I should leave.” Her voice trembled as she spoke.
“You’re not leaving, Rachel. I’ve got plans for tonight that go far beyond this movie. Stay with me, and stop worrying about what I’m doing. This is what I want to do. I want to be the type of boyfriend that gives you everything,” he said.
“Boyfriend? You’re my boyfriend?”
“Hell, yeah. It beats being your brother’s best friend. I don’t want to teach you about sex, but I want to be with you. I want you to love me the way that I love you, and being your boyfriend will suit for now.” He hoped he was using the right words.
“You really know what to say to take me by surprise. All I’ve ever wanted is to have you and to be yours,” she said.
Smiling, Paul took the seat next to her. It was a breakthrough, but he knew he had a long way to go.
Chapter Nine
Rachel watched the movie Paul had picked and didn’t understand the storyline at all. Paul kept caressing her neck with one hand and her thigh with the other. He was surprising her at every turn.
“You’re not watching this movie, are you?” he asked, taking her by surprise yet again.
“I can’t think with your hands on me.”
He chuckled, and the sound melted her to the spot. Her stomach tightened as heat spilled between her thighs. She was so turned on. Not only did Paul want her sexually, but he wanted her for a lot longer than she ever anticipated. Paul held her face between his hands and turned her to look at him. Licking her lips she gazed into his dark brown eyes and then down to his lips. They looked so inviting. She remembered what they felt like against her own. His lips were firm and demanding.
“What’s on your mind?” he asked.
“I’m thinking about you kissing me.”
“Is that what you want me to do? Kiss you.”
“It would be a nice start.”
He stroked her cheek. Seconds later his lips were on hers.
Rachel moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed his lips. The movie played in the background to no one. Paul was the only thing on her mind. She couldn’t believe how angry she’d made him before the movie. Then the shock was replaced by embarrassment. She didn’t want to be treated like his other women, and yet she’d pretty much asked him why he wasn’t treating her that way.
She felt suddenly free to enjoy him. There was no panic to be everything for him in order to keep his attention. Paul really wanted her. His fingers sank into the length of her hair as he deepened the kiss. Paul’s lips consumed hers as he plunged his tongue into her mouth. Rachel groaned, meeting him stroke for stroke.
His kiss was sinful, but it wasn’t enough. She was burning in her need for him. Holding onto the length of his hair, she tried to climb onto his lap. Paul sat back, and she straddled his waist, taking charge of the kiss.
“I want you, Paul.” She mumbled her need against his lips. Closing her eyes, she ground her pelvis on his hard cock. Rachel felt him like a brand through her jeans. The denim couldn’t mistake the hard length of his shaft.
“I want you so fucking much. I always want you.” He tugged on her hair, breaking the kiss. Rachel gasped, moaning as his lips trailed to her neck. He sucked on the skin, and she knew he would mark her flesh.
Once he’d sucked her neck he rubbed the mark with his thumb. “There, no one will mistake who you belong to. You’re mine, Rachel.”
“More, please, more.”
“Unbutton your shirt,” he said.
She felt hypnotised by his voice. He kept hold of her hair keeping her head tilted back. “I want to see your tits, baby. Show them to me.”
Rachel fumbled with the buttons of her shirt. Her fingers shook, but she kept on with each button.
“Is your pussy wet for me?” he asked.