23 Sarina 3
"I'll take a glass of wine, please." I say quietly, letting Brian go to the kitchen.
Gosh, I'm such an idiot. I could see he was teasing me, but I took it personally. I'm mentally face palming myself for being so guarded. I can't help it though. I mean, I returned the ring to someone I used to think was the perfect man, but Brian.
Now, he's perfect... Sexy, intelligent, amazing kisser, fucking amazing in bed....
I rub my thighs together and feel my face heat at the memory of the orgasm he just gave me. I'm biting my bottom lip at remembering everything we just did, when Brian comes walking back in with a glass of wine for me and him.
"That's a fresh flush, Sarina... care to share what's on your mind?" He asks laying across the foot of the bed, naked and relaxed, totally comfortable with his body.
"Um.. I..." I fumble with my thoughts, but recall a promise of him picking up where he left off at the hospital. "I was just thinking of what you said at the hospital about picking up where you left off." I clear my throat, "What did you mean by that?"
I see him going over his memory from that day and he smirks, flashing the point of his canines that starts my heart beat to increase.
"When I was talking about how radiant your smile was?" He sits up and takes a sip of his wine as I nod in affirmation.
"I could go on for a while about how beautiful you are to me... but I don't want to make things awkward like earlier." He shrugs, taking a sip of his wine.
I take a gulp of mine, guilt rising as I stare down at the comforter, not wanting to see the veil of indifference he's put on his face.
Brian's phone dings, drawing his attention to pull it out of his pants on the floor. He opens it up, reads the message that makes a large smile cross his face.
"Good news, I'm guessing?" I ask out of curiosity.
"Just a reminder that we need to be at the bridal shop tomorrow for fittings and to make sure Lance doesn't see her in her dress. He also says he's going to kick my ass for something, but, " He shrugs and rolls his eyes, "I'd like to see him actually stay mad about it."
Instantly realizing what he's referring to, I say excitedly, "Oh she told him!" I clap my hands together, happy for her and Lance.
Brian nods, taking another sip of his wine. I pick my glass back up and hold it out in a toast gesture, "To them?" I ask him.
Smiling, he clinks our glasses together, "To them."
I drink my toast and realize my glass is now empty. "Wow, that was delicious." I remark, feeling the warmth starting to spread over my skin.
"Would you like some more?" He asks, and I nod in response.
"I'll walk out there with you, so I can grab my bag too." I say, climbing out of the bed.
"I hope you don't plan on putting clothes back on." Brian smirks as we walk to his kitchen.
"Why?" The question pops out of my mouth before I even think about it.
Brian fills my glass and his too, "Because, I'm rather enjoying the view."
"Brian..." I have no control over the giggles he causes to escape from me. " you always...." I sigh, still flushing from head to toe.
"That's my favorite look right there." He says, framing me with his fingers like he was making a mental portrait. "Flushed and shyly smiling at me."
He gives me such a genuine smile that I feel my heart melting.
"How are you not married with fifteen children?" I swear. I'm vomiting my thoughts out of my mouth without realizing it.
Brian has to catch himself, as he just took a drink of his wine and almost spit it out.
"Oops.." I mumble, sending my gaze sideways, as he attempted to swallow his mouthful.
"I was not expecting that question." He laughs it off, shrugging.
Feeling more confident than I usually do, I smile and ask him, "Seriously though, how are you not taken. You're a doctor, you're sexy as hell, smart, good looking, polite," I pause, "well out of the bedroom.. but that's not a bad thing." I take another sip of my wine and Brian empties the bottle into my glass.
"Why thank you, but I don't know why, other than I haven't met too many women that I felt I wanted to attempt a relationship with. I struggled after my brother killed himself, so I buried myself in getting my doctorate in medicine as soon as I could. I guess other than a few very short relationships, I just didn't make time to date anyone. No one ever felt... right, you could say."
"You're telling me that you've only dated a few people like how many is a few?" I ask, my filter must have been left in the bedroom. I'm noticing the numbness in my limbs, that I'm buzzing from the alcohol hard.
He chuckles, "Four, I've had four relationships since I was seventeen, none of which lasted over a year."
"NO!" I gasp, "You didn't become that damn good in bed by sleeping with just four women!"
He bursts out laughing, "I thought we were talking relationships, not sex. No, you're right, I did not sleep with just four women. I've had other women but nothing serious."
I nod, feeling odd, jealous, that he had slept with other women.
"What about you? Other than your ex?" Brian asks, taking another drink of his wine.
"Ughh..." I start, "Enough to know that you are like a dream come true. That's why I'm so hesitant too. Normally, if something is too good to be true, it is." I sigh and finish my glass in one go.
"I don't want to think that about you, Lirael keeps assuring me your genuine and a damn good man, but I don't know you well enough myself to let you know, that I like you." My hands shoot up and cover my mouth, "Oh my god..." I'm horrified that it just slipped out. I can't look at him right now, and possibly see the face of rejection or anything like that, So I look down at my feet, wishing I could melt into the floor.
His feet come into my view, then his hands as he lifts my chin up. I try to look into his eyes, but mine are blurry from embarrassment.
"I like you too, Sarina. I also understand you're not sure about a relationship yet."
His warm eyes are full of understanding and its making my heart clench and my stomach flutter.
"Do you really? Or is it because you're a head doctor and can dissect the situation?"
I really need to find my damn thought filter.
His eyes suddenly flare up with a fire that he tries to repress by closing them tight.
"I think I should put you to bed. You may have had a glass too many tonight." He picks me up and takes me to the bed, and I don't mind.
"Ohh... please take me to bed." I giggle, thinking of some of the things I'd like to do to him.
"To sleep, Sarina." Brian sighs as he places me down.
"Oh no you don't!" I grip his arm and pull him towards me. "You never answered my question." I smile, at him as he catches himself above my body, his arms encasing my head.
I run my hands over his chest, appreciating his well sculpted body, "You're so damn beautiful." I whisper leaning forward to place a soft kiss on his neck. I lay back on the pillow, "I know men don't like to be described in a feminine manner, but it's true..." I trace his face, his eyes closed, leaning into my touch as I cup his palm.
His eyes open and I can see he wants me.
Take me, already.
"Sarina..." Brian shakes his head and lays down next to me, pulling my body next to his and whispers, "Go to sleep. I would rather have this conversation with you when I know you'll remember what is said."
I turn in his arms so I can face him. "What makes you think I won't remember?" I feel good, buzzed, but I'm aroused which is sobering me up. I move my hand down to wrap around his cock, that's soft, and start to stroke it to life.
"Sarina...."
"Brian?" I smirk, gripping him firmer, "I want you..." I push my self up and get on all fours, moving back down on the bed.
"I want you too..." I can see he's struggling with some thoughts that he's refusing to tell me.
I take his cock, lapping at the underside of the sensitive head, teasing it with my tongue.
"That's the problem, I want you in a different way then how you want me..."
His words have me pause inside, even though my mouth still works his erection. I wait till he's hard as a rock, letting my thoughts straighten out in my head.
I work my body up over him, positioning my hot core over his length. "How do you know how I want you?" I slide his head inside me, making him grit his teeth as I hover there.
"Because you've made it clear this is just sex," He looks me dead in the eyes, the fire that was in his eyes earlier, fades, "And I just have to live with that."
I sink myself back on his cock, and whisper, "That's not true." I begin to rock back and forth, letting my body warm up to him. "I want you." I lean forward and place a chaste kiss on his lips. "I just don't want us to go too fast and mess it up."
My eyes dart between both of his that look at me with that fire returning to them. My heart is beating like crazy, as I ask, "Would you be willing to take it slow?" I ask, rolling my hips, eyes never leaving his.
"Yes." He sounds dazed, like he thinks he's dreaming. I feel the fluttering of my heart, as our smiles are reflected on each others faces. I lean down and kiss those smiling lips, and begin to work my hips, both of us moaning in delight at the sensation that courses through us.
We can take this slow, we can do this.