Chapter 11 Bella - Martin 11

• Martin
• The elevator door slammed shut on Bella, and something inside me slammed shut as well. Something else in my life changed. She shone. And I could feel it inside of me. She was miles of curving legs and shaped arms, pink and peach and blue sky. I really want that light in my life because she was lit from within. I'd been trying to fight the darkness for so long, trying to figure out ways to be free. Seeing her now, here, with me, I had the idea that the darkness would not be able to find me as long as she was with me.
• I looked into her big brown eyes, which were open and vulnerable, and the golden rays welcomed me. She appeared to be unsure of my invitation. How could she not be certain? Did she not realize how I felt about her? Couldn't she figure it out?
• I took her hand in mine and managed to draw her out of the elevator, into my apartment, into my arms, and into my life. The doors slammed shut, and she was finally here. I'm with you. It just felt right. I was happy as I held her, her curves lush and soft against my skin, her fragrance rising up to me, something light and floral with a deeper note of sensuality and depth.
• "I'm so glad you came," I said into her hair. "I wasn't sure if you'd show up."
• "Martin, you were correct. I was holding you at a distance," she said, digging her fingers into the skin of my neck. I shuddered. She sensed my response and gently petted my back.
• "And I made the decision that wasn't right for you."
• Is that fair to me? I drew back to get a better look at her face.
• "If you're here out of responsibility, Bella, you shouldn't even be here. Wasn't that the point of taking it light all the time? There is no promise. There is no obligation. There are only two people who want to spend some time together. That's where we're still at..."
• "Isn't it?" I asked, a smidgeon of doubt in my voice.
• She started laughing at me, but there was something new in her eyes, a gentleness which hadn't been there before. She'd been always warm and happy and sexy, so sexy, but now, with the way she managed to reach for both my hands and held onto me, her lips curved in that soft, sensual smile, she called to me. She said yes with her entire body.
• "Oh, Martin, that is indeed where we are. I still want to spend some time with you."
• She ducked her head, her flowing hair covering her face for a moment. I put a finger to her chin and tipped it up to see her expression, her eyes, which were soft and warm and lovely.
• "I would like to spend more time with you. I was not at all honest with myself, either. You were correct. I'm scared, and I was using Yzee as an excuse, and I was keeping it during business hours so I wouldn't..." she cut herself off, biting her lower lip. I assumed she wouldn't go on.
• She exhaled a sigh of relief. "I like you more than I expected to. That wasn't supposed to be anything the night I met you. We were only going to have a fling. My heart wasn't meant to be involved in any way."
• Her heart and soul.
• Her heart was at stake.
• "What are you giggling about?"she inquired, her brows furrowed in a suspicious frown and her full lips pouting.
• "Nothing," Joy exclaimed. I couldn't hide it any longer.
• “Martin. You're making fun of me."
• "No, I'm not." Actually, I was.
• "Stop laughing at me," she grumbled, taking a swing at me and slapping me across the chest with shocking force. I clung to her hand and wouldn't let go. She made no attempt to flee.
• "I'm delighted you've come," I said.
• "Me too," she said as she stood on her toes and kissed me, her free hand wrapping around my neck so I couldn't even get away.
• "Me too," she said as she started kissing me on the lips, her free hand wrapping around my neck so tightly that I couldn't even move.
• As if I had any desire to do so. Her lips were so soft, and the rest of her was so soft, that I liked to keep her with me at all times. When she ended the kiss, I couldn't stop myself from humming gravely. "That's exactly what I was hoping for."
• She swung her hair and cast a glance over my shoulder. "Not for me. I'm only here to see Rousseau. I still can't believe you've got a Rousseau."
• I grumbled, "It's just a minor Rousseau landscape." "I don't even own it technically." It is the property of my foundation. I'm just clinging to it. That is not how I am, Bella."
• She must really have read something, because my demeanor was ashamed. I'd have not ever felt right about everything my family possessed. I also didn't feel right about how and what have they'd done to get it. I'd gotten something out of it, but I'd never even really wanted it. It was difficult to separate from that. She gently placed a hand on my jaw and cradled it. I nuzzled her as if she were a cat.
• "I know you aren't. Now that I've gotten to know you a little better, I can see how much this house doesn't feel like you. It's so... glamorous and perfect for a bachelor's castl. You're... You wear animated ties and consume far too much coffee. I was only joking."
• "It's not my fault. It was part of the deal my mother made with me to get me to come home. She purchased it and had it customized. I just liked how close it was to my clinic. She planned it to find me a woman so she could have grandchildren."
• I couldn't blame her for laughing now.
• "You're welcome to tease me this time. It's a farce. I'd get rid of it and get something else in my style, but it's just a place for me to spend the night when I'm not working, and I don't care enough to get through hassle of getting a suitable apartment and moving. It also has spectacular sunset views. I'm glad you arrived on time. I had arranged our entire evening around this sunset. Come on," I said as I escorted her to the living room and seated her on the designer leather couch.
• She leaned back and gently tap the seat next to her. "This is a very luxurious couch," she said as her eyelashes fluttered at me, "I think it's intended for seduction."
• I pointed at her with my finger. “No. This is something I have planned. You remain in that location. You'll see." I backed away from her, so I could watch her as she grunt and rolled her eyes most dramatically before ducking into the kitchen.
• "Doctor Lawson, you can't plan a seduction!" she said. When I flipped a switch, my playlist began to play, filling the room with slow and soft romantic music.
• “"Do you want to place a bet? " I returned her call and inspected the oven before snatching the wine glasses, a bottle, and the bottle opener. When I returned, she'd taken off her shoes and was lying back against the arm of the couch, her voluptuous legs stretched out along the cushions. I licked my lips but didn't say anything, instead handing her the glasses.
• "Hold these for me."
• She did, and she started watching as I easily opened the bottle.
• "Incredible," she remarked as I poured the red wine.
• "That's not very incredible, sweetheart. I'm half German and half American," I explained as I set the bottle down and took my glass from her outstretched hand. "Instead of a baby bottle, I was practically raised with a wine bottle."
• She smirked. "I'm not sure I agree with that."
• "Because you're a good mother. And my mother provides me with a luxurious home so that I can enchant women. It's a unique type family."
• "Oh, Martin," she said, taking my arm and shifting me so I could sit next to her and she could wrap an arm around my waist and hold me close. "You are definitely worthy of better."
• "I'd like to be worthy of you."
• She appeared to be on the verge of crying for a brief moment. Instead, she kissed me so tenderly that I would have done anything for her. Anything. She drew away from me long before I was ready to let her go, raising her glass to mine.
• "This is for you, Martin. Because of everything you are." As she toasted, the crystal chimed, and I stopped her from drinking.
• "To us," I said, not quite ready to tell her how I was feeling and I want her to know, to feel it with me.
• She squinted and stared me in the eyes before nodding almost invisibly. I wouldn't let her look away while she drank.
• "This wine is fantastic," she exclaimed.
• "American," I said. Because, well, wine. She giggled and snuggled into my chest, her arm around mine. We watched as the sun set over the river, illuminating the clouds with pinks, oranges, and yellows. We just sat there and listened to music.
• This was my intention when I invited her over. The opportunity to simply be, with her in my arms, without jobs or responsibilities weighing us down, without people waiting outside the door. We're the only ones. For the most part, we didn't even talk. We didn't need to kiss or fondle each other; we simply allowed ourselves to be together, and it felt so natural.
• When the oven alarm went off and I managed to move to stand up, she grumbled and tried to keep me from leaving.
• I stood up and kissed her hand. "Sweetheart, I have to get dinner out of the oven."
• "Did you cook for me?"
• "Yep," I said, winking. As if that were supposed to explain what I would do for her. Sunsets, food, and wine "Go sit at the dining table; we'll still get to see the sunset, and the entire apartment has a fantastic view. I had this planned."
• "Martin, you weren't obligated to do all of this for me. I'd have been content with a pizza and a beer."
• "We could eat pizza and drink beer any day. I wanted to do something different for her to show her how much she meant to me. How special she is to me."
• I held up a finger as she reached for me. "Sit down. My timer is going off."
• She ended up going to the dining table while I plated the food, which included a steak encrusted with pepper with cream sauce, roasted potatoes with parsley and butter, and French cut green beans. I brought them out to her, where she was sipping her wine, and placed her plate in front of her.
• "Tada," I said, handing her a rose.
• She blinked, surprised, looked at the rose, then back at me, and said, "It's pink."
• She blinked, surprised, looked at the rose, then back at me, and said, "It's pink."
• "Because it keeps reminding me of your blushing cheeks. I love your blush," she said, and I smiled.
• "That's the one," I bent down, kissed her flushed cheek, since she did no seem to have any words and rendered speechless, and sat at the table with her.
• "Wow, Martin, this is fantastic. You're a fantastic chef." I started opening my mouth to speak, but she cut me off. "I'll pinch you if you say you're American again." Simply accept the compliment."
• I ducked my head and shut my mouth because I was about to dismiss it with a remark.
• "Thank you," I replied instead, and she gave me a smug smile because she knew.
• We ate and I decided to open another bottle of wine as the sun set below the horizon, splattering deep shades of orange, rose, and purple across the sky. The darkness grew, but it didn't feel heavy or dark; rather, it felt full of possibility.
• "Did you really arrange this sunset specifically for me?" She inquired, appearing to be only half-joking.
• My head shook. "I just got lucky," she said, referring to the fact that I met her that night. She was fortunate to walk back into my clinic. She was fortunate to be working at the coffee place next door. I wrapped my foot around her chair and slid it closer to me. I couldn't help but kiss her.
• As I sank my fingers into her hair, her eyes widened and her lips parted. I liked how she left it loose for me, how it was wild and wavy, almost curly. It was wild, full, lush, and free. I didn't even have to bring her lips to mine because she was right there with me, and when we kissed, I felt all the colors of the sunset inside my chest. I sucked in her sweet taste, freshness, and down-to-earth sincerity. She was more a part of my heart than any other woman I'd ever met. I'd be concerned if it hadn't felt so damn right.
• "Come to bed with me?" I stood up and drew her in.
• With a trembling sigh, she ran her hands down my arms. "Oh, Martin, you know you don't need all of this to seduce me, right? In fact, it's a blot on your record. I didn't require any of this."
• "You don't enjoy fine dining and sunsets?"
• I admired her waist's curves into her hips, as well as the strong muscles and soft flesh there." I clung to her.
• "No, I absolutely love them, but as long as you're there, I'd be content with beer and pizza on the stoop. I'm actually falling for you, not to this palace in the sky of yours."
• "I've got it. The following date. On the stoop, there's beer and pizza. Down pillows and Egyptian cotton sheets on this date? " I cocked my brow at her.
• Her hands ran up my sides, under my shirt, and throughout my stomach this time. "Oh, no, we don't need to..."
• “No? " I bowed my head to the juncture of her neck and shoulder, which was revealed by her low cut, silky top with a few flashes of light here and there. She whimpered and dug her fingers into my shoulders as I sucked at her pulse point.
• "It's still so complicated..."
• "You're correct, we shouldn't." I thought we should, but perhaps she needed a little more convincing. I slid the strap off her shoulder and peeled down the top. Her strapless bra was lace in a pale pink color. I was smitten by her breasts. Beautiful and full. I just felt one in my hand and pinched the tips until it peaked. She leaned into me. I kissed her through the lace, my lips to her nipple.
• She exhaled a sigh.
• "I'll be waiting for you until you're ready, Bella. We'll go at your pace." I stood up, kissed her stiff nipple again, and pulled her shirt back up, covering her up. Continuing at her pace.
• "Ugh," she stared back at me, "that was totally unfair." She pushed me back, and back, until she had decided to walk me all the way back to the couch, where she pressed me down, ascending over me to straddle my lap.
• "Your couch is really luxurious," she said.
• "Very good for seduction," she said as she yanked my shirt up and over my head and tossed it to the floor. She stared at my bare chest as if she wanted to eat it, and she ran her hands all over me, settling at the button of my jeans between us. I quickly became tough.
• "I've been dying to see you naked once more.""I try not to think about it but I really can't," she said, nearly breaking my heart. " Now that I understand you, now that I know who you are, I just... I want... I knew this would happen." She almost appeared to be in pain. She pressed her hands against my sides, as if she was absolutely terrified to let go. A fraid of falling.
• "So, what would happen?" I pushed her, my hands sliding up her thighs to her buttocks, under her skirt, gripping her to me, waiting for her to say it.
• "Damn you," she roared, then occupied my mouth with hers, kissing me deep and hot. I moaned as she pressed her hips against mine.
• "You have to inform me you want it, Bella." You must say it."
• She took a deep breath loudly into my ear. "You were intended to be a wealthy jerk. You were supposed to be someone with whom you could have fun but not become attached. How can you possibly do this to me? ”
• I drew away from her so I could see her face. She was irritated. “Sweetheart…”
• "Don't," she said quietly. Her eyes are filled with tears. One rolled down her cheek as she squeezed her eyes shut.
• I kissed it goodbye. "We don't have to, and it's fine. No, we don't."
• "You're a jerk. Please. Martin, please," she begged. "Would you please take me to bed? Please, please," she begged as she kissed me. "Make love to me," I said as I swallowed her words.
• I stood up, still holding her in my arms, her lips against mine. She clung to me as I decided to carry her into my bedroom and placed her on my bed, wrapping her legs around my hips and her arms around my shoulders. I crawled up on top of her and pressed my weight into her body because she wouldn't let me go. Her grip finally let go, and she shifted her weight beneath me. Her supple body. Curvy, warm, and all mine. I had the impression that I had returned home.
• She grabbed my zipper and pulled it open, slipping her hand inside and wrapping her fingers around me. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I pressed my brow against hers. "Hey, take it easy. We've got time, okay? I want to enjoy this." I took her hand and kissed it before kissing her neck.
• "We're out of time. This was not supposed to happen. I don't have the entire night. I have to hurry to pick up Yzee. Tonight I wasn't supposed to let myself do this. I was trying to be clever..." She drew me in with her legs as she whipped her shirt off over her head, attempting to reach behind herself to unfasten her bra.
• "Oh, I missed these," I said as I bent to cover her breasts in my hands, kneading and massaging her, rolling the tips between my fingers.
• "I had fantasies about these every night. Oh, Bella," I sighed, "let's just enjoy this, okay" Even if you have to leave soon, this is just the start for us. "We have time," I said as I licked her nipple. "It's just the start, okay?"
• As I nibbled, she exhaled and flexed her fingers into my shoulders. "Okay, okay," she said, her breathing slowing and deepening.
• "That's good," I said, feeling her relax beneath me. Good girl. I can make it more interesting for you," I murmured, sliding down her body, skirt and panties slipping over her hips and down her legs. "Yes, much better," I said as I kissed, licked, and fondled my way up her body.
• "Martin," she yelped, "Martin," letting out the most beautiful gasp as I pressed my lips against the apex of her thighs and kissed her there, softly, touching her.
• "Baby," she said, and her voice rang in my ears.
• I massaged her, and she moaned beneath me. "Oh, I really like the way you sound. Your sound, your voice is so sweet," I said, nipping at her rounded thigh with my teeth. "And your curves are so lovely," I said as my mouth drifted on her center. "You have such a delicious flavor. Moan for me once more," I said, and she did. I devoured her and pushed her up higher and higher until she cried out and jumped off the bed. Nothing had ever been so good. I lowered her with kitten licks until she was vulnerable and breathing heavily on the bed, attempting to reach for me to pull me into her.
• I took off my pants and boxers and ran my hands over her bare skin. I couldn't get enough of her flavor and started kissing my way up her body. Every curve, dip, and rounded part of her magnificent body was as delectable as the most delectable treat. She was the one thing I couldn't live without. My heart belonged to her.
• When I got to her lips, she grabbed me and held me tight, saying, "Martin, oh, oh, Martin," and kissed me. Her lips, her tongue, her little sighs and moans, the fluttering of her hands over my skin, the taste of her breath, all of it was so precious that it told me she felt the same way I did. That all this thing between us was genuine and authentic.
• "I love you, Bella," I said barely audible, but I knew she really heard it. Her breath was expelled against my ear, full of what she couldn't yet say.
• She pushed me into her as I spread my legs in front of her. She tried to draw me into her embrace, and we both groaned at what we had endured for so long. This was far more than before. This was a lot. This was a reality of the situation we'd been avoiding, ignoring with every glimpse we'd shared, every coffee we'd drank, and every flirtatious word we'd swapped on our way to or from work for the last month.
• There were no more words. It was simply connection, hard flesh meeting soft flesh, her heart and mine. This was true love. And we soared into our love together, clutching each other, attempting to get inside each other, never wishing to let go, until we came, explosively, together.
• Fireworks exploded inside my eyelids, obscuring the world around us. I began to collapse onto her, and she clung to me tightly. I liked the feel of her strong, curvy thighs encircling me, as well as her soft arms, her hands clutching at me, continuing to keep me.
• "I'm yours," I said when the words returned to me. I tried to roll off of her so I would not really crush her under my weight, but she wouldn't even let me.
• "No," she sobbed helplessly. “No.”
• "What do you mean, sweetheart? I don't want to suffocate you."
• "No way, don't go. It'll be over when you leave."
• "Only this round. We can do it again. You're so hot, it won't even take me that long." I chuckled, but it was true; her softness and strength were agitating me once more.
• "No," she clung to me, and I gradually eventually realised it wasn't just the aftereffects of making love. I could feel hot tears on my neck.
• I leaned forward on my elbows. "What exactly is it? Bella, are you all right? I didn't mean to put you under any duress."
• "Martin, goddamn it. Please stop being so sweet. Please be a jackass to me."
• "No," I said as I grabbed her shoulders and yanked her away from my neck. "Please explain what's going on."
• She hid her face behind her hands. "I wanted to sleep with you so badly, and I shouldn't even have. It was such a blunder. And you adore me." She drew in air with her fingers.
• "I apologize for inconveniencing you."
• "Yes," she said, dropping her hands in front of her face and pushing me off of her. "Be snide. Give me some attitude. Be slick or start behaving like one of those guys when we met at that bar that night."
• "Those men are jerks, Bella. I despise that place. I'm not even sure why you were there."