Rachael's divorce from Charles Andrew Weston the third was finally months ago, her marriage to him was a
nightmare. With a new found freedom and the desire to
start fresh Rachael’s thinks the best way to jump start her life is by getting laid. So
she heads to her beach house for some sand, sun and hopefully some sex.
Part 3:
Rachael stood there unable to respond. She couldn’t think with
his body pressed against her, his lips so close, and his words flowing through
her mind. Her body was pleading for her to take him up on his offer, but her
head was screaming no.
“We can’t,” she finally responded as she gently pushed him, and
took a step back, her eyes never leaving his. Rachael watched as his expression
went from smoldering, to confused.
“Why can’t we?” he asked while giving her some space but not
letting her out of the embrace.
“You’re my best friend.”
His eyes blazed, it felt like he was looking straight into my
soul. “And you’re mine.” He leaned down and placed his lips on my cheek and
whispered, “You mean the world to me.”
Rachael’s knees became weak as the butterflies in her stomach
took flight at the feeling of his lips against her skin. Her heart pounded and she took two steps
back losing the euphoric feeling of his arms around her. He took a step toward
her and she took one back and placed her hand on his chest.
“Nothing can happen
between us, James.”
He let out a sigh while placing his hand over hers and pulled
her toward him. “I thought you wanted to move on and feel again.”
“I do, but I can’t with you,” she replied with a shaky voice.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening them. She looked into
his eyes and her heart broke at the pain and anger she saw staring back at her.
“Help me understand, Rach. How can you have no problems with the
idea of fucking some stranger, but you can’t or won’t let me love you?”
“Love me?”
“Rachael.” Her name slid off his lips like a prayer. “I love
you. God, I think I’ve always loved you. It took you getting married and losing
you that that asshole for me to wake up
and realize it. I know deep down you feel the same.”
“James, don’t do this. You can’t love me in that way,” she cried.
“I know this seems so sudden. I’ve wanting to tell you but I
knew you weren’t ready to hear it. When Mindy told me what you’re plans were
this weekend, I lost it. The idea of someone else touching you, their lips on
you, drove me mad. I know this is a big step, but please give in to what’s been
between us for years.”
“I can’t lose you.”
“Why do you think you’d lose me?”
“Because nothing good ever happens to me. You’ll regret this
someday and walk away from me and I wouldn’t survive it,” she confessed with
tears falling down her cheeks. He placed his hands on her cheeks after wiping away
her tears, then leaned his forehead against hers.
“I’d never hurt you.” He pulled away and lifted her head so their
eyes met.
“James,” was all she managed to say before their lips met. The
kiss was soft and sweet at first then quickly turned passionate. She let out a
low moan when his tongue sought hers. Rachael laced her fingers through his hair as she pulled him closer. She let out a soft moan as their bodies molded together perfectly, almost like they were
created for each other.
“Rachael, I want you. I need you. Do you want me too?”
To be continued...
Come back next week for part 4!
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