Bound To Me (Leather #1) Page 18

  “Thank you.” She smiled as she passed through the elevator door. Walter tipped his head in, pressed the button for the fifteenth floor and backed out with a goodbye wave. The tension of the day started to leave her system with just that small interaction with Walter. It was like being greeted by your grandfather. Once the door opened, she did exactly as she was told, easily finding Decland’s apartment. With a deep, calming breath, she knocked on the door.

  The door opened revealing Decland in low slung black sweat pants, a fitted graphic t-shirt, bare feet and a small towel hanging over his shoulder. Once his emerald eyes latched onto her appraising gaze, he smiled, holding his hands out like he was presenting himself to her. “In my sweats, as promised.”

  “After the day I had, you have no idea how nice it is to see you like this.”

  He stepped to the side allowing Addison to pass him. The soft click of his door followed as she looked around his amazing apartment. The open concept seemed to flow from the entryway through to the kitchen. With light steps she walked in, the dark slate flooring was covered with a plush brown throw rug. The glass coffee table was surrounded by a massive U-shaped couch that was a mix of microfiber and leather. The glass coffee table reflected the flickering light of the gas fireplace. Looking past the living room, there was a spacious kitchen with oak cabinets covered with dark countertops to match the flooring. Addison could see pots steaming on the cooktop, two wine glasses waiting on the island and some vegetables that he must’ve been in the middle of chopping when she arrived. The masculinity of the room showed that a woman had not put any touches on Decland Wallace’s life.

  She took a deep breath, allowing the woodsy sent of Decland to invade her senses along with whatever he was cooking. “Wow, it smells amazing in here.”

  He bent slightly, placing his hand on her neck, rubbing her jaw line. With a whisper of a touch, he brushed his lips to hers. Though the contact was brief, it was enough to set her body on fire. She leaned into him, wanting to wrap her body around his and forget the day. He pulled away slowly. “Thank you.”

  He turned, heading back toward the kitchen. “Would you like some wine?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “Pinot Grigio or Pinot Noir?” He held up the two bottles offering them to her for inspection.

  Addison dropped her purse on the couch, walked over to the island and took a seat on the stool across from him. “Hmm, what are we having for dinner?”

  “Everything pasta.”

  “What’s everything pasta?” She laughed, hiding her fear of strange food.

  “Linguini with some vegetables and grilled chicken.”

  “Sounds good. What kind of sauce?” She crossed her arms under her chest, leaning forward as she tucked her leg under her knee.

  “Creamy pesto.” He laughed as wagged the bottles in front of her.

  “Then I’ll take the Pinot Grigio.”

  “Good, that’s the one I wanted.” He deftly popped the cork, pouring each of them a generous glass of wine. He held his up to her. “Cheers.”

  The light clanking of their glasses filled the room, Addison couldn’t help but look up at him as she sipped her wine. The tension between them was electric, yet he placed his glass on the counter to continue chopping up small pieces of asparagus. Addison’s eyes widened as she looked out through the wall of windows only to realize there was a covered porch beyond the glass-paned double doors. As she stood to look at the view, she noticed a small table set for two on the balcony. “What did you say you did again?”

  “Ah, I’m a venture capitalist.” He laughed. “Or as I like to say, one lucky son of a bitch.”

  “I’ll say. But what does that even mean?” She turned away from the window. Decland was a better view anyway. She watched him move around the kitchen like a pro.

  He opened a large pot letting out a puff of steam. While stirring the contents, he answered, “Basically, I find new ideas that I think will become successful and start up the companies that will bring those ideas to life.”

  “Oh, right, I remember you telling me that you’re the CEO of a company. Business must be good,” she teased.

  “Several companies, actually.” He placed the lid back on the pot. Using the towel to wipe his hands, he looked at her. “Don’t look so surprised.”

  “I am surprised. I didn’t realize.”

  He shrugged. “It’s just work. Not something I talk about too often. Tell me about your day.”

  Addison sighed. “It was just a hectic Monday. I would have preferred to spend the day hanging out.”

  “Hanging out underneath tables, you mean?” He tossed the towel onto the island, then walked to stand behind her, looking out the windows over Central Park.

  Addison chuckled softly. “Something like that.”

  Wrapping his arms around her waist, he allowed his head to drift down to brush his cheek to hers. He kissed her neck lightly. Addison leaned back and melted into his chest. His fingers brushed through her hair. “You look beautiful tonight.”

  “I feel like I’ve seen better days.” She closed her eyes, letting her head fall back against him. His fingers pressed into her neck, massaging her, switching between scorching touches and small kisses.

  “I think I know what will help you relax.”

  “Hmm, do you now?” She sighed as he nibbled her neck moving to her shoulder.

  She turned around to face him, wrapping her hands around him. Like she’d done many times before, she tilted her head back and offered him her lips. Like a moth to flame, he took them, melding his lips to hers like she was the oxygen he needed. His tongue ran over her lips tentatively at first, seeking permission. But when Addison opened her mouth allowing her tongue to dance against his, he growled with approval. His hand wound into her tangle of hair, holding her head in place while he ravaged her lips, kissing her like she was the only thing he could ever want.

  Addison melted against him as his hands traveled down her body, searching out the hem of her shirt. Addison lifted her arms, smiling up at him as he pulled the sweatshirt over her head and tossed it to the side.

  “But I haven’t even taken a shower yet,” she mumbled against his lips.

  “I can fix that.” He turned, wrapping her delicate hand in his warm grip, and dragged her into the kitchen where he turned off the stove. Then he pulled her down the small hallway off the kitchen.

  “Where are we going?” She followed him dressed in only her translucent white cami.

  “Shower,” was all he said as she was pulled through a large bedroom so fast she didn’t have time to take it in. He pulled her to the next door, and she found herself standing in the middle of a bathroom that was the size of a bedroom. To her right was a large vanity with double sinks and a designer toilet. To the left was a whirlpool tub built for two. In the back of the bathroom was a wall of glass encasing the largest shower she’d ever seen outside of a locker room.

  Black travertine tiles covered the floors and shower walls, making the stainless steel fixtures sparkle in comparison. Decland reached for the remote on the counter and pressed a button. Addison jumped as the shower turned on. Several shower heads sprang to life, shooting water in all different directions. For a girl who loved a hot shower, this was heaven. “That is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.”

  Decland stood staring at her breasts, her hard nipples completely visible through the top. “I couldn’t agree more.”

  Addison scoffed. “So this is supposed to be my shower for the night?”

  “Oh, no. I know what your showers lead to.” He laughed, pulling the t-shirt over his head. “This is going to be our shower.”

  “Is that so?” She crossed her arms over her chest, teasing him.

  Decland looped his thumbs into the waistband of his pants. With one swift motion, he pulled them down to his feet. He stood before her completely naked, his erection extending out from his hips. Her eyes instantly locked on him. He laughed. “Would you care to join
me?”

  Addison tapped her finger to her chin, pretending to think about it. Decland turned away, giving Addison a perfect view of his toned ass. His cheeks flexed with each step, and her thoughts went directly to one image… picturing his ass flexing as he pumped into her. Water streamed over his hair, slicking it down against his neck. Rivulets of liquid ran down his body as he looked over his shoulder at her, smiling. Before she knew it, she’d peeled off her pants, tossed her shirt God knows where and stepped into the steam-filled cascade.

  Water kneaded her body from every direction. She tilted her head back allowing it to run down her head and shoulders. When she opened her eyes, the smile had left Decland’s face.

  “You are so beautiful.”

  Addison felt the flush of flattery trickle through her system as she turned away from him, allowing the jets to move over her skin. “Thanks.”

  Suddenly, his body was pressed up against her back, his hard length pressed up between them. “I mean it.”

  “I know you do,” she whispered.

  Decland pressed a bar of soap to her neck as the smell of woodsy rain surrounded them. It was the same scent that invaded her senses every time he came close to her. Her body instantly reacted, her inner muscles pulsing with need when he started massaging the suds into her skin. Addison moaned as he ran his hand over her shoulders, his fingers pressing with each circle he made. He continued to work her over, massaging her back allowing the soap to glide over her again and again. Addison let him do whatever he wanted to her. The only sounds surrounding them were the streaming water, her sighs of pleasure and his growling approval. As the steam filled the glassed-in shower, all she could see was Decland. It was as if they’d been taken somewhere else—somewhere far more intimate. Like floating on a cloud of their own.

  His hands ran over her waist, her hips, her thighs, barely ever straying from the job he’d set out to do. When his slippery fingers ran over her soft sex, Addison’s knees nearly gave out. Her muscles were coiled so tightly she was ready to spring at him, but he seemed to be enjoying himself as he studied every surface of her body. When she felt her skin covered from head to toe in suds and Decland’s lingering touch, she moved under the waterfall-like shower letting it push all the bubbles down her body.

  Decland pressed her into the wall. The cool tile was a stark contrast to her feverish, sensitive skin. She looked up at him, his emerald eyes intense with unspoken words.

  “I need you, Addison.”

  Addison nodded, knowing what she needed more than anything was him. With slow, deliberate movements, he leaned in and kissed her softly, his lips barely a whisper upon hers. Addison lifted her leg, using the small shower bench to hold up her foot. Decland moved in closer. Palming his heavy shaft, he rubbed the head of his thick cock over her clit. The pleasure was instant. Her hips bucked forward wildly with the first caress of his cock. He placed a light kiss on her temple. “Shh, Peach. We have time.”

  Again he ran himself over her, punishing her with the slow torture of having him so close but yet not exactly where she wanted him. It was overwhelming to need him so badly; her core pulsed. Even with the water pouring over her body, she could feel the creamy wetness coating her. His hands were everywhere—cupping her sensitive breasts, running over her ass, setting the pace for her hips to slide forward. His lips never stopped kissing her. She was utterly surrounded by Decland. Little by little, he consumed her. The only thing she could focus on was him and the delicious way his cock slid between her tender folds. He guided her to turn around to face the wall, her sensitive breasts up against the tile. He put his knee between her legs, forcing them to spread wider. He rubbed his cock over her once more. Addison arched her back, offering herself up to him. With the lightest press to her opening, she could feel herself part over him. Her moan echoed off the walls around them.

  He purred into her ear, “That’s it, baby.”

  Inch by inch, he pressed into her until his hips were flush up against her ass. Her delicate folds stretched to accommodate him, but even so, the fullness was on the border of pleasure and too much. His arms enfolded her whole body as they wound around her torso from behind. His hands cupped her breasts as he began to pull out of her and slide back in at a teasingly slow pace. The pleasure of feeling every inch he had to offer was so acute she could feel her inner walls spasm around him.

  She wanted him. She wanted him more than anything else. The pace was painfully slow, but he was sending a very clear message. I can be gentle. I can be what you need. With each thrust, she began to believe he could. “Oh, Decland.”

  It wasn’t a moan, it was a plea for him not to hurt her, not to be the guy that would break her. Suddenly he pulled out, leaving her empty. She spun around and looked up at him. In a flash, his unguarded look said everything she’d felt. She reached for him, grabbing his neck. She pressed her forehead to his. “I know.”

  “Oh, God.” He kissed her.

  Fire exploded between them as she lifted her leg, placing it on the small bench once more. This time she gently pulled him toward her before reaching between them and guiding his shaft into her. She rolled her hips slowly, taking him in and allowing him to feel every inch of her the way he’d given her everything he had. It wasn’t pretty words, but it was the act of being loved. Decland was the only man who had ever loved her body like this.

  A small cry escaped his lips as his hips worked back and forth leisurely. Addison looked down at the two of them joined together. There was nothing sexier than watching Decland’s abs curl each time he moved. The sight of the two of them was all it took for Addison to feel the pull low in her stomach. Her muscles squeezed in around him. She moaned, letting her head fall back as her body started to climb. “I’m close.”

  “I know. I feel you. I’m there with you, Peach,” he whispered.

  Though she wanted him to fuck her harder, this time wasn’t about that. She felt him the way he felt her. She wanted him with passion that was almost pain. As he rolled his hips, he tugged at her chin. Catching her gaze, they locked eyes as her orgasm rolled through her. Her body clenched around him as the pleasure brought her the high that only Decland knew how to provide. His jaw flexed, but still he never broke eye contact. His cock kicked heavily inside her. She could feel the flood of his hot seed meeting her pulsing inner walls. With a last thrust, he pushed into her, holding still so they could both feel the mix of their pleasure.

  Breathless, he leaned in and pressed his forehead to hers once more. “Fuck, Peach. I’m falling for you.”

  Chapter 20

  “Mr. Wallace, the doctor will see you now,” the receptionist announced, drawing Decland’s attention from the magazine he was studying.

  Decland rose, buttoned his suit coat and began following the rotund older woman. Silently, he moved his body, which was stiff with tension. For some reason, he felt like he was betraying Addison by coming here. Perhaps he should’ve discussed it with her first, but he didn’t want to scare her off. She was well aware of what his problems were. As he entered the green room, he was struck with just how different this office was from Addison’s. Dark wood shelves lined the walls holding books, small sculptures and sporadic potted plants. It was warm and masculine, nothing like the clean, comfortable setting Addison provided. Her office felt fresh and trendy. This office felt like sitting in the den of his grandparents’ house. Was he about to confess to a man from another generation who wouldn’t understand?

  The middle-aged man sitting behind a heavy wooden desk rose to his feet, greeting Decland with a handshake. “Hello, I’m Doctor Mertz. Please, make yourself comfortable.”

  Decland didn’t feel very comfortable. He felt like he should head straight for the door. Even so, he slid onto the striped, plush couch. His weight sunk into the cushions, like he was about to drown in the sinking foam fabric. It was nothing like the firm, supportive, leather couch Addison had in her office. Doctor Mertz came from around his desk straightening his sweater vest as he walked. He
stood before Decland studying him briefly before taking the seat across from him. This was not the kind of man Decland would normally talk to. His thick salt and pepper hair was parted to the side, combed perfectly and was probably cut every other week. His light brown eyes were magnified by large round glasses with thick brown frames. He held Decland’s papers in his lap, thumbing through them quickly before looking up at him again. “So, Mr. Wallace, what brings you to my office?”

  Decland crossed his ankle over his knee. “Well, I’ve had relationship issues in the past, and I’m hoping not to repeat the same mistakes again.”

  “I see.” He dropped the file in his lap, crossing his legs causing his khaki pants to ride up exposing his brown socks and loafers. “It says in your file that you have been with several other therapists, including Doctor Tyler. Is there a reason you have moved from doctor to doctor? A chance to work with her would be coveted by many people especially when it came to relationships.”

  Inwardly, he wanted to roll his eyes. He knew the woman he was with was amazing in every way—even other therapists doubted his decision not to work with her. What could he do? He wanted to make it work with her. If this was the only way, then he would sit here and talk his brains out to this Sherman-looking mother fucker. “Yes, Doctor Tyler is quite well known. But I think it would work to my advantage to speak with another guy. You know, man to man. Plus, your reputation is well-known, too.”

  It was a bullshit answer he hoped the doctor would accept, especially with a little flattery.

  He nodded, making notes in Decland’s file. “What is it exactly that you think you have a problem with?”

  Decland swallowed. Here goes. “I believe my problem is long-term commitment. The longest relationship I’ve ever been in was little more than a year.”

  “And why do you find this to be a problem now?”

  “Well, I’m involved with a woman, and I really, really don’t want to fuck it up. You know what I mean?”

  The doctor nodded. Not an answer, just making more notes. “Do you feel that you could potentially mess things up?”