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Chapter 28 - Chapter 28

Billie told him everything as they sat by the pool with their feet dangling in the water. She had asked him to sit there with her, telling him the water would calm her. He laughed a little and took his shoes and socks off and rolled up his expensive pant legs and sat down by the lighted infinity pool, looking at her like she was made of gold.

"You are so incredibly brave, you know that?" He said, reaching up and moving some hair from her face that the breeze had blown around.

"I'm terrified every day. I wake up, in a panic. I sleep like shit. Every noise scares me. I think everyone I meet might be working for him. I thought you were." She said.

"I'm not. And I have to tell you, I'd love to meet the bastard. And I hope someday I can." He said. "Looks like he needs some payback, too."

"No. You are a good man. I wouldn't want to drag you into my mess. And that's why I'm telling you all of this. To warn you. To tell you to keep a distance." She said.

He looked at her and leaned close, looking into her eyes.

"I am a good man, to you. But I'm not a kind man all the time. I am capable of many things. I can assure you, I'm not worried about coming into contact with him or his drama. I can handle myself, well. You telling me this doesn't make me want to distance myself from you. Quite the opposite, actually." He said, leaning closer and putting his lips to hers. It was gentle. Soft. She had just told him horrific things. Things Sean had did to her. That even their wedding night wasn't consensual. No sex with him ever was. That the first consensual kiss she had was with Ezra. The violence. The surgeries to correct the damage to her broken bones. The lies. The fear. She had told him everything and he still wanted her. She kissed him back. She kissed him, opening his mouth and exploring it with her tongue. He smiled and reciprocated, pulling her to him and running his hands through her wavy hair.

"I can't believe how you make me feel." He said, kissing her again and wrapping his arms around her tighter. She wanted him, too. After a moment, he pulled away, still looking into her eyes.

"I want to take our time. I want to do this right." He said.

"Yes. Me too." She said.

"And you telling me what you did tonight, makes me want to do this properly. Court you. Make you feel safe." He said. She smiled.

"Where did you come from?" She asked.

"When your kindness and beauty struck me, it dissolved me. Deep down, I am not different from you. I dreamed you, I wished for your existence. I see in you that part of me which is you. I know it doesn't make sense. These aren't even my words. They are something I read in a book somewhere I think. But I don't know how else to explain it." He said.

She looked at him and smiled.

"But I do want to completely defile you and touch and own every inch of your body. Making love to you would be, will be unbelievable, I think." He said with a mischievous smile.

"But not tonight. Tonight I just want to hold you again. I liked that very much last time." He said.

She nodded. "Me too." She said, shyly.

He stood up and held out his hand. "Come to bed with me."

She took his hand and smiled.

He lead her inside and up a flight of stairs and into a large, luxurious master suite with windows all around and a walk out terrace overlooking the mountains. The bed was huge and the subtle, brown and tan decor was immaculate and fitting of the theme.

"Can I use the restroom?" She asked.

"Of course." He said, motioning to the adjacent master bath and turning on the gas fireplace. Inside was a long vanity with two sinks and a free standing, large claw foot tub. The bathroom was bigger than her house. She freshened up a little and looked in the mirror. "Is this real?" She said out loud, shaking her head. This house. This night. She wanted him and she knew it was all perfect. She might never have this opportunity again to have an experience like this. She wasn't going to let her fear stop her this time.

She took off her dress and only had on panties and a bralette. She hated her body. She wasn't skinny, she had a bit of a tummy and hips and a large butt that she was super insecure about. She hung the dress and walked out to find him standing in his boxer briefs, looking at her in awe. She covered herself a little.

"My god, you are so perfect." He said. She felt her entire body blush. He walked over to her and moved her arms out of the way.

"Don't. Don't cover yourself up. Not with me." He said. "I love looking at your body. It's naturally perfect." She looked up at him and could see the sincerity. He wasn't saying it to make her feel less awkward. He meant it. She felt a wave of bravery come over her. She reached back and unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. He stepped back and watched her, intently. She slid her panties down and off and stood in front of him, completely naked. He didn't move for what felt like forever. He looked at her body, adoringly. Taking in every inch with his eyes.

"Fuck, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." He said, wiping his eyes. She walked over to him and kissed him. His body responded to her, she could feel it. He kissed her, passionately. She pulled away and looked into his eyes.

"Touch me." She said. "I want you to." He looked worried. She knew he didn't want to make her feel scared or violated. She took his hand and placed it on her breast. She could see the want in his eyes as he cupped it and looked at his hands in motion.

He leaned down and picked her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. He stood over her and looked at her, then ran his hands again along her breasts and down her stomach stopping below her navel and looking into her eyes.

She nodded. He moved his hand down further and opened her legs, spreading her apart and looking at her, taking her in again with his eyes. He traced along her clit and then slowly entered her with his finger. She moaned and smiled. It felt good. She was scared but it felt so good she stopped worrying about it.

His eyes were like fire. She could tell he wanted her, all of her, and she didn't know if it was right or wrong. She didn't care. She wanted him, too. She wanted him to know every inch of her. She opened her legs further. He knelt down and put his mouth to her, sliding her towards him and licking and sucking as she moaned and smiled. It felt so good. She had never had a man do this before. He pushed his face into her with more pressure and she felt something come over her. It was like her body was electric. She felt her insides pulse and her legs go numb. Heat filled her entire body and she felt something she never had before. He could feel it to, as he moaned and stopped and looked at her, watching her writhe and finish her first orgasm.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry." She said, covering her face. He moved on top of her and kissed her forehead, gently pulling her into his arms.

"Don't ever be sorry for that. For feeling pleasure from me. I want you to feel like that." He said. She felt a tear slide down the side of her face.

"I've, I've never felt anything like… that before." She stammered, feeling vulnerable.

"Good. I'm so happy I am the first one to make you feel like that." He said. She smiled and leaned to him and kissed him. He kissed her back and moved on top of her again, running his hands down her body and back up again. His touch made her shiver with delight. It was soft yet eager. He looked into her eyes and touched her face gently.

"I want you." He said.

"I want you, too." She said. He looked at her, wanting to make sure.

"I'm ready." She said. He looked into her eyes and moved between her legs. Kissing her, he gently nudged himself inside of her. She was waiting for the pain, the fear. The anger. But he just looked at her and whispered, "I am the luckiest man alive." As he entered her fully and gently rocked her in his arms. It felt good. It felt like nothing she had felt before. He slowly picked up the pace as he cradled her, kissing her gently and telling her how beautiful she is and how amazing she feels. It was so amazing. She could feel him tighten and his breath begin to quicken.

He pulled her close and he came, kissing her and holding her as he moaned her name. "Billie. God, Billie." He said as he collapsed against her body, skin to skin.

They lay there, in his room, naked and tangled, sweat glistening on his skin. She loved his scent. The way his skin smelled. She had never made love before. She felt afraid at first but he had been so gentle. So sweet.

He pulled her into his arms and covered them both up with a throw blanket. "Are you okay?" He asked.

"I am so fucking okay." She said. He smiled.

"Good." He said, kissing the top of her head.

"Billie." He said.

"Yes?" She asked.

"How… was I?" He asked. "I've never done that before." He said.

"Go down on a woman?" She asked.

"No. I've done that. I mean… The rest." He said shyly.

She smiled. She had been his first. And he didn't know it, but so much of that was a first for her, too.

"It was the best thing I've ever experienced in my entire life so far." She said. "I've never had an orgasm before. Or had a man go down on me. Or treat me with kindness during… " he kissed her. He kissed her for what felt like forever. They lay there after he stopped and fell asleep in each other's arms.