Obscene Gestures

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Chapter 13

His hands were hot on her skin. His touch sent electric tingles throughout her body as his fingers trailed down her thighs. His lips were soft and seductive, sucking and kissing along her neck. She gasped as he gently nibbled her earlobe. He brought his hands up to caress her full breasts, the calloused pads of his thumbs drawing her pink nipples to painful points. His thick length pressed into her core, sending exquisite sensations straight to her toes with each barely there thrust. He was in a teasing mood tonight.

As he took one of her nipples in his mouth, she arched into him, burying her hands in his silky hair. She let out a moan, the need to have him fill her becoming overwhelming. “You are mine, Tess,” he whispered against her fevered skin. “You always have been and always will be.”

Tess woke with a start, bolting upright in bed. Her breath came in heavy pants and she felt the ache in her core from the pain of unfulfillment. Shit! Those last words reverberated through her mind like a sonic boom. You are mine. Always have been. Always will be. Looking at her clock, it was four in the morning. She had to be up in a couple of hours to get to the arena on time. She had a busy day ahead of her and she couldn’t afford to be distracted. But, after that very vivid dream with those very heavy words, she had no idea how she was going to maintain her composure. Sighing desperately, she flung the covers off her sweaty body and headed for the shower.

The feel of the icy cold water was enough to shake her out of her funk. She made fast work of her shower, staying in just long enough to clear the last of the fog from her brain. She got ready for the day and after a quick breakfast of toast and coffee to go, she decided she might as well head in. It beat sitting here in her big house alone, thinking about Apollo’s hands roaming her body. “Damn it, girl! Get your shit together!” she admonished herself. Stowing her gear in the backseat, she took off for the arena. Maybe she could get a little ice time this early. Hockey always did help her think.

Dressed in jeans and a Fury hoodie, she laced up her skates and glided onto the fresh ice. Breathing in deeply, she smiled and slowly circled the arena. She picked up her speed gradually until she became a blur, letting the wind whip her long braid and brush her flushed cheeks. She pumped her legs furiously, letting her mind think of nothing but moving efficiently across the ice. She dropped a puck from her pocket and proceeded to spar against an imaginary opponent. She ran the drills she used to work with her father through her head, letting them play out as she moved the round black disc.

She was so deep in the zone, she didn’t realize she had an audience. Apollo sat in the players’ box watching her glide and swipe effortlessly. Finally sinking the puck into the net, she came to a grinding halt. Her chest heaving up and down from the exertion, she squeezed her eyes shut. Blowing out a calming breath, she turned toward the box and stopped. Apollo sat motionless as she stared at him. She studied him from the center of the rink as if she was memorizing every line of his face. Her green eyes lit up as if she’d come to some sort of life altering conclusion. Because she had.

As she stood there taking him in, Tess had the answer she’d been avoiding over the past year. She was still as much in love with Apollo as she ever had been. She felt the ice picks in her heart melt little by little. Maybe the dream had been a premonition, a vision of what could be if she just let him back in. It seemed her heart was willing. She just needed to find a way around her pride. She skated toward him, her lips parted in a lopsided grin. He smiled and stood, waiting for her. She slid to a slow stop, not breaking their gaze.

“Looking good, baby girl,” he said, tucking a stray lock of hair that snuck out of her braid behind her ear. She leaned in to his touch until he was cupping her cheek.

“I came here this morning to think. Hockey always helps me get my head on straight.” His thumb stroked her cheek gently.

“Yeah? Me too. What were you thinking about?” Tess bit her bottom lip.

“This,” she whispered. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a fierce kiss. She poured every ounce of the frustration and passion she’d kept bottled up, her tongue demanding as it delved deep into his mouth. Apollo groaned and lifted her over the wall. She pressed herself as close as she could get but it wasn’t enough. She needed to be closer but this wasn’t the time to lay him out and have her way with him. When she pulled away, they were both breathless.

“Wow. You need to think about that more often.” She giggled and kissed him again. He was at a loss for words. He was actually afraid to say anything, afraid it might ruin whatever this was. Tess had kissed him like she was dying. There was so much she was saying with her lips but he was scared shitless to hope.

“I had a dream this morning,” she said, her arms draped around his neck. “Well, more like a premonition I guess. Hell…I don’t know but anyway it got me out of bed at four and here I am.” She hesitated, unsure of what to say next. Apollo waited patiently, in no hurry for her to leave his embrace. “You broke my heart, Pollo. You know that. I’ve shut you out, trying my damnedest to get you out of it. I’ve tried dating but that didn’t do anything but frustrate the hell out of me. I’ve tried ignoring you, making excuses why I couldn’t make it to dinners with your family because I knew you’d be there.”

Apollo’s heart was racing. “I know, T-“. She put her hand over his mouth to silence him.

“Nothing worked. So I finally decided to force myself to be around you but that didn’t work either. I’ve talked, I’ve cried, I’ve eaten gallons of ice cream,” she sighed deeply, “but you were still there in the broken places. I don’t know that I’ll ever get you out and quite frankly, Pollo, I’m tired of trying.”

“What are you saying, Tess?” his breath caught in his throat. “Do you want me to leave you alone again? It will kill me but I’ll do whatever you need.” Smiling, she shook her head and brushed a light kiss over his lips.

“No, that’s not what I need.” Apollo rested his forehead against hers, his breath coming in shaky spurts.

“Tell me what you need, ángelos. Please.”

“I need you,” she whispered. Apollo sighed in relief, closing his eyes. He crashed his lips to hers, taking her mouth in a passionate claim of ownership.

“You already have me,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “I’ve been such a fool, Tess, a damned fool. A selfish, self absorbed fucking idiot.” She giggled, snuggling deeper into his hold. “I promise you, babe I will never hurt you like that again. I should have told you this a long time ago but I was too busy being a prick.” He looked deep into her eyes and smiled. “I love you, Tess.” Tears escaped her eyes and flowed down her cheeks. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his narrow waist, clinging to him as if her life depended on it.

“I’ve waited so long to hear you say that,” she sobbed. “I was sure you didn’t feel the same way and never would. All those women over the years and all the flirting, I just accepted the fact you would never love me.”

“I’ve loved you for longer than you think, longer than I would admit. All those women were trying to fit into a place that only ever belonged to you. I was just too fucking stupid to realize it.” He held her trembling body against him, fighting his own tears. He pulled back, wiping the tears gently from her face. “Never again, agápi̱ mou. I will tell you every day until you believe it, until you get tired of hearing it.”

“I’ll never get tired of hearing it so please don’t get tired of saying it.” He chuckled and kissed her softly. They held each other and kissed. The kisses were not the passionate ones driven by lust and sex. They were the ones authors wrote about in poetic reprise, the ones that swept through your soul and captivated every part of your heart. They were the ones that conveyed the deepest feelings for the one you loved.

“Pollo?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too, you big dope.”

“Thank God. I’ll never stop, babe. I promise you.”

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