The Only Way is Up

Part Twenty Nine

Chapter Twenty Nine

Maxim opened his eyes; the light that sneaked past the still closed blinds cast a warmth across the room. The room looked like a tornado had passed through it; there was a clutter of plates and cups on the floor. The memory of pizza came immediately to his head; they'd ordered it around midnight when they needed energy.

He rolled onto his side, aware of the hand still splayed on his hip, and the head resting on his shoulder.

Nicole.

He grinned, glad that no one was watching him, he knew he looked crazy, hell he felt crazy. He had spent the most incredible night, with the most incredible woman, and he didn't want it to end. And he'd never felt like that before. He'd screwed dozens of women, but it had always been a release, a temporary moment that had no place in his life outside of that day, evening, weekend. It was a selfish way of thinking, maybe, but he lived in a world of models, actresses and IT girls, who wanted to be seen with a man like him on their arm. It worked both ways; neither of them had wanted more.

But Nicole, he kissed her forehead, the smile still on his lips, she made him rethink every single thing that he had ever thought or believed. He wanted a future; suddenly, he wanted to share meals, walks in the park. He knew he sounded like a cheap romance novel, but suddenly he wanted romance, he wanted what he never thought existed.

She stirred, her body stretching against him, and he was instantly hard, but then he hadn't been anything but that since he first touched her hours earlier. His hatred for her ex husband was fading, but the effects he'd had on her were long lasting. She was so lacking in self belief, confidence, and SO unaware of how beautiful and special that she was. No amount of worshipping her so readily had seemed to change that. Not that he was in a rush to stop doing that. Watching her explode in pleasure had fast become his favourite hobby. All of a sudden he wanted to do that again.

He ran a hand under the duvet, over the curve of her hip and was rewarded with her eyes fluttering.

"You are insatiable," she murmured without her eyes opening.

He growled then, a less than subtle sign of intention, "you make me lose control Nicole. It is as simple as that."

It was a lot later that he dragged himself out of bed, he needed a shower, desperately. And whilst he had seen her inhibitions ease somewhat, he knew that she'd not join him in there, however much he wanted her to join him.

"I'm going to take a shower," he breathed the words against her shoulder blade, she was half n her side, hair splayed in a tangle across the pillow, her skin flushed part from he knew was a post sex glow, but a large part was stubble rash, he really should shave.

As she rolled to face him and smile, the duvet exposed part of her and he gasped. Her right breast, the only one he could see clearly, was bruised, her nipple dark, it too bruised.

"Shit! What have I done to you?"

Not allowing for her protest, he pulled the duvet completely back to see that the other one was exactly the same; teeth marks were evident on the left one.

Instead of looking horrified, she smiled, "I think that you bit me...hard."

"I'm so sorry..."

She shook her head, "as you should recall, I begged you to do it. You wanted me to tell you what I wanted, and I did."

Vaguely he remembered her asking him to turn his suck to a bite, so the love bite was added to by a deeper bruise, "but that is almost abuse."