Chapter Eighteen: Karmic Repercussions
Lucinda
Chalk was coming over, and I felt like a lovesick teenager again. I was vacuuming, making the place warm and fuzzy, inviting, but not too clean. I didn’t want Chalk thinking that I cleaned up especially for him, when actually that’s exactly what I was doing.
My legs were shaved within an inch of their life, smooth and silky. I’d straightened my hair and then put it up and then took it down. Feeling flustered with myself, I chose to leave it down. I puffed up the cushions on the couch and fussed around until I realized I should just chill out and do something else until Chalk arrived. My nerves wouldn’t let me rest, so I ended up flicking through the TV channels to find a show I liked.
Chalk and I were dating now and the foundation we had was growing stronger, but we still had a ways to go. My resentment for Angie still existed, although I buried it, so I could keep the peace. When I saw her walk into the diner, I’d already mentally slammed her pretty little head on the vinyl countertop a few times without remorse. Those thoughts were tucked away in the recesses of my mind. It was a hard one to overcome, knowing Angie had nearly ripped my scalp from my head.
Nightfall had taken over Holbeck, and Chalk’s hesitant knock at the door made my heart skip a beat. I got up and opened the door.
Chalk’s rugged jawline and sexy bad boy masculinity greeted me.
“Hi, right on time. Come on in,” I said with a cheesy smile hoping he couldn’t see how excited I was to see him. Mental images of us making love flashed in front of my eyes, causing my body to flush from head to toe.
I hung onto the doorframe and let him in with a big grin.
“Hi,” Chalk whispered, and without hesitation his lips found mine for a quick peck.
Even the slightest of touches from him made my body tingle. I closed the door behind him as he entered. “Umm, drink?” I didn’t even know what to do with myself now that the love of my life was in front of me. How do I tell you that I love you? How do I let you know that?
“A glass of water. I’m not in the mood for drinking,” he replied.
Nothing was wrong in his tone but I asked anyway, “Everything okay?” I pulled a glass down from the kitchen cabinet.
“No, just don’t want anything. I do have something I do want though.”
I handed him the water.
His hands touched mine lightly as his ocean blue eyes traced over me. He gulped down the water.
“I missed that last part, what did you say, Chalk?” I asked for him to repeat it.
He set the water glass back on the kitchen counter as he stepped towards me, hands on either side of me.
My whole body came alive as Chalk’s red-blooded energy enveloped me. His eyes darkened in desire as I felt a throbbing ache pulsate between my legs. I was so turned on that I could hear myself breathing hard.
Chalk bunched up his knuckles and skimmed them along my jaw.
Scintillating heat scorched through my veins, and my legs were ready to collapse under me. My hands moved around Chalk’s waist as I raised his shirt, sliding my hands around the back of him to give his butt a squeeze.
Chalk smirked then dipped his head to my waiting mouth.
All of my doubts melted away, all the negativity, all the judgements.
We were two lovers, reunited, trying to pick up the pieces we’d lost over the years. His lips were gentle, inviting at first. Lulling me to ebb and flow with him like the tide, but that changed as his mouth begged for more, taking it in small sips as I gathered my breath after every kiss. I matched his kisses.
His hand moved to grip the side of my face as he drove his tongue deeper. “I want you right here,” Chalk said roughly as he flipped me around to the kitchen bench.
“Uh-huh,” I moaned as he tucked one of his fingers under my camisole straps and pulled one side of it down. He stung me with light kisses to my shoulder and the ache in my core rose to a level where I thought I couldn’t take it anymore. He gravitated to the other side and pulled down the other strap while cupping my breast in his hands.
A low, craving moan fluttered from my lips as his touch electrified my body.
He responded to my moans by pulling my top all the way down and releasing my breasts from my bra. His head replaced his hand cupping as his mouth covered my sensitive buds.
It felt like the sweetest form of torture as I held my head back. Chalk moved to my jeans with a look of concentration stripping me down to my underwear as he opened my legs. It felt so good to have his hands on me. He bobbed his head down to ease the ache inside my core with his probing tongue, causing me to cry out.
I propped myself up with my hands behind me as he dipped in and out of me, igniting a volcano inside of me until I could take no more. I released, yielding to the exquisite pressure his lips caused.