Chapter Fourteen
A grunt escaped her as her gym bag slipped down her shoulder once more. The tiniest thing could send her over the edge at this point. Her gym bag seemed determined to be that tiny thing.
Roughly pushing her hair behind her ear, Lita walked briskly into through the automatic sliding doors that led into the hotel lobby. She was still reeling from her heavy locker room encounter with Chris Jericho. Added on top of that was the loss she suffered to Molly Holly immediately afterwards.
Really, all Lita wanted to do at this point was escape to her hotel room, sink into her bed and hide away from the world. She was fortunate enough to have the next day off and she would take full advantage of it.
Reaching the center of the lobby, she finally lifted her head. Her eyes landed on Jericho, leaning on his elbow, deeply involved in conversation with a tall blonde receptionist. Chris appeared to say something that sent the blonde into a fits of giggles, as she brought her hand up to cover her face. That familiar smug grin spread across Chris's lips. A surge of jealousy rushed through Lita's body. She instinctively clenched her fists as she tried to swallow the lump in her throat.
Let it go Lita, she convinced herself. He's not yours anymore.
Lita marched over to the desk and dropped her bag, startling the two flirts. Both of their heads snapped in her direction. "I need to pick up my room key." She refused to acknowledge the shocked look on his face. He couldn't even wait three hours to find the next girl to flirt with. It was no longer her concern. It couldn't be.
The blonde couldn't help the slight sneer that crossed her face as she gathered Lita's information and proceeded to process the room key. If only she knew what Lita could do to her. The redhead knew it wasn't even worth her time. Besides, she couldn't concentrate as she felt the piercing glare she received from her right. Chris hadn't moved, spoken, or taken his eyes off of her yet.
"Here you go." The blonde dismissed her with a phony smile, passing her the room key. Lita returned the fake grin, taking her room key. When she turned, her eyes locked with those of Chris Jericho. She couldn't read his expression. There they were, neither one able to move. After an eternity, Lita willed herself to break eye contact. They were done. There was no need for any more self-torture. She headed for the elevator and did not look back.
"Chris, what are you doing?" She couldn't help the giggle that fleeted through her lips.
He had this goofy look on his face as he tiptoed inside of the room and closed the door behind him. Eyeing him with mock reprimand, she shot up from her seat.
"What if Matt and Jeff catch you in here?" The lock clicked. He stepped closer to her. Her arms crossed over her chest. That was her shield from the devious look on his face. He was up to no good. Or all good. However you wanted to look at it.
"Well, isn't that the fun part?" He reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her into his chest. She giggled more as they spun and her back met the wall. Pressing his palms against the wall, he enclosed her body with his. She loved being this close. There was that childish grin. She just couldn't help it. And this was how he got to her.
"It won't be so fun if they come in here and kick your ass."
"I'd love to see them try," he teased. "Besides, you and I both know that they'll be a while. I just saw them head in with Vince."
"So you're a stalker now?"
"Professional." His warm lips pressed into the skin on her neck. She could melt right there. The excitement of his touch blended with the thrill of possibly being caught in the locker room. It would, by no means, be good. But that was all a part of this game…this dangerous game that they loved to play.
Her head pressed back into the wall. She relaxed and allowed her body to be his. It was incredible how much this man could excite her. Despite the fact that they had yet to reach the next level of their relationship. Her body yearned for him, all of him.
She entangled her hands in his hair as he trailed kisses up her cheek, finally meeting her lips. Her head twisted so that their mouths could better connect. Freeing one hand, she allowed it to explore his body and travel its way down to his groin. He pushed himself against her palm, smiling against her lips.
"That's all for you baby. Soon and very soon."
"God, I hope so. You know, you should seriously go before the boys come back."
"I just want one more kiss."
"That's what you always say." He crushed his lips to hers and his hand ran along her waist. Soothing. Caressing. Loving.
Fingers. Strong but soft. They kneaded into her side. Walked along her abdomen. Then traced circles along her hipbone. Such a soothing touch. Gentle. Caressing…
Her eyes flew open. She felt an overwhelming presence.
She jumped as she turned around to meet alarmed blue eyes that pierced through the darkness. Her voice caught in her throat. "It's ok Li. It's just me."
Chris Jericho sat there on her bed, doing his best attempt to calm her. So many questions swirled in her head. What was he doing there? How had he gotten into her hotel room? How long had he been there? Why was he there? She couldn't muster up any words. Instead, she turned back around and allowed the bed to swallow her up again, hoping she could hide from the man behind her.
"I'm sorry I scared you. I can explain."
He certainly had a lot of explaining to do. But she wasn't going to turn around and look at him. Mostly out of fear that she would break down for the first time since their earlier encounter.
"Where do I begin? I guess you want to know how I got in here." She could hear the slightest shaking in his voice. Was he nervous? "When you walked into the lobby, you saw me flirting with that receptionist. I know you did because I saw it in your eyes. The anger. But, um, it was really a means to an end. I needed a way to talk to you. I knew that after the way things went earlier, there was probably a snowball's chance in hell that I'd be able to get you to talk to me. So I had to do what I had to do. I needed to get your room key. I mean, I didn't get to where I am today by being a boy scout."
She wasn't sure if he could see the reactions on her face. He did all of that to get into her room? Why was he so sure she wouldn't have let him in? Chris Jericho insecure? That was one for the books. He was right about one thing: he definitely wasn't a boy scout. And that might be just what she found hardest to resist.
"Needless to say, I got the room key. And I'm here now so I can tell you how I feel about you. I'm not eloquent or suave or debonair. All I can say is that when I walked out of that locker room, I thought I was making the right decision. But each step got harder and harder and you were invading my every thought Lita. It had been a freaking month and a half since we'd been together and, still, I couldn't seem to just walk away from you or let you go." The bed shifted with his weight. He was closer, practically leaning over her. His presence swallowed her. She felt powerless as he continued.
"It hit me like a ton of bricks. Everything you were saying was true. I'm a fucking coward Li. I would rather walk away from you than admit that you mean everything to me. I built all of these walls for all of these years. And in mere months, you managed to break them down. I've been so afraid to let you in. Or anyone in for that matter. There's just something about you. Something so special. I'd be a fool to let it go. And I know that now. I finally know that."
A tear slid out of the corner of each eye, meeting their ends on the pillow. Yet, she still could not move. Only listen.
"The way you fought for me…I finally understood. You are here for me. No matter what. And I owe it to you to finally do the same. If you'll let me. I want to be here for you, the way you have been for me. You're all that I need. I don't feel so empty anymore. And I just want to be as much of that for you as I can be. I know you don't need it like I do. But I hope you'll just let me care for you and try to thank you for everything you've done for me. I have a lot of making up to do. Please let me... Let me show you what you mean to me."
He sounded desperate. His need for her was evident. His need for forgiveness was evident. The conviction was there. There was absolutely no denying that. And he said he wasn't eloquent. Could have had her fooled.
He gently, almost cautiously, placed his hand on her hip. She shut her eyes tightly and inhaled. She was still afraid to move or to speak. Really, all she wanted to do was feel. Feel his hand as it slid from her hip down her thigh. Feel as his gentle touch turned into a mild squeeze. All she could hear was his ragged breathing. She wondered how long he would wait and try to coax her.
Two thuds against the floor. It was the sound of his shoes dropping. Time was up.
His belt buckle jingled as he released it and pulled it from his waist, dropping it to the floor. More shifting in the bed as she heard what must have been his pants falling to the floor. She was frozen in place as she awaited his next move. Could he sense how badly she wanted him, despite everything they'd been through? Could he hear how heavily she was breathing, although she tried to control it? Could he hear how loudly and rapidly her heart was beating? She loved him so much, in spite of herself. And she couldn't want him more.
She kept her eyes shut as he rolled her over, straddling her. What was she afraid of?
"Look at me Lita."
Powerless. She was so weak to him. Obeying, she met his heated blue eyes and realized her fears. She could see all of the emotion and…love? Was it love? Was this real? It was so hard to believe. The remaining tears she'd been protecting spilled out. He didn't react. Didn't judge. She was so emotionally drained. Was she ready to take this risk again?
Fuck it. She threw all of her insecurities out the window as she lifted her head to meet his lips in a rough kiss. She wrapped his golden locks around her fingers and fell back to the bed with him in her embrace. He lowered his body to hers and she could feel him, hard and erect, throbbing against her. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, wanting him even closer.
Their bodies melded together as his mouth trailed sweet kisses down her chin and neck. After dwelling there for a couple of minutes, he brought his lips to her ear. "Please tell me if you want me to stop."
Her eyes met his. He wanted her trust. And she was going to give it to him. She nodded her consent.
Having her approval, Chris lifted from her and grabbed the hem of her shirt. She lifted slightly so that he could pull it over her head. Her eyes followed his as they slowly trailed down her torso and reached their destination on her shorts. Wasting no time, he hooked his fingers into them, swiftly pulling them down her legs. He sat back on his heels and took in the sight of her, laying there in just her black lace underwear. Her body was his to do whatever he pleased. She greatly anticipated what that entailed.
Swiftly, he moved in and ran his tongue along the outline of her underwear. That move alone caused all the blood to rush down to that very sensitive region. It was as though he was claiming his territory before he conquered it. And now she was throbbing, needing him even more, not wanting to wait any longer than they already had.
Slowly, he trailed his tongue around the hem to the part directly below her belly button. Agonizingly slow. Torture had to be worse than this. His eyes met hers as he paused. Yes, he knew exactly what he was doing. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes. He continued to watch her as his tongue traveled down the front of her panties. Down. Slowly. Then back up to his target and he pressed his lips into her. His tongue peaked out and swirled…and swirled…and swirled…
"Damnit Chris."
With a fistful of his collar in her hand, Lita pulled him back up. His lips were on hers as she swiftly went to work, pushing his boxers down as far as they would go. He picked up her cue to remove her panties as she thrust her hips into him. Moving briefly, only to completely discard both of their underwear, he pressed his forehead against hers and gazed into her eyes. Both were breathless, overwhelmed by the moment and their strong desire for each other. But she knew what he wanted. Just one last affirmation. Confirmation that he could have her. Mind, body, heart and soul.
"Yes Chris. I want this. I love you." She wasn't even sure how the words left her lips because she could barely control her breathing. But she had given him exactly what he needed. Settling above her, he pressed the tip of his penis into her opening. He pushed in slowly, never breaking eye contact with her. Her hands clutched at his back and head as he filled her. Completely. They were complete.
She was giving up all control to him. The thought of it thrilled her. Just as quickly as it had built, the fear had all but dissipated. Chris pulled back slowly, nearly pulling out, then pressed all the way back into her in one swift movement. A tiny, surprised yelp escaped her as he did that. One more time. Slowly out, then back in. Then again. He'd created an agonizing rhythm, pushing against her walls with each entry. It was perfectly teasing and satisfying. And with each move, the air was pushed out of her lungs.
When he rose onto his hands, she ran her hands along his chest, as he completely owned her body. There was a tight ball of energy beginning to build in her core. He switched up the rhythm slightly but still controlled it enough to cause a slow build of excitement. She could barely think. Her thoughts just barely came together to clumsily remove his shirt. She wanted to feel every bit of him.
Slowing, he leaned in and whispered, "Turn over."
No problem. He'd earned her total obedience. Lita flipped onto her stomach. His light touch as he pushed her hair off of her back and neck sent chills throughout her body. She could do nothing but relish the moment while he unfastened her bra and eased it off each arm. The bra soon joined the rest of the garments of clothing in a heap on the floor.
His lips decorated her neck and shoulder with soft kisses. He could be so tender. Instantly, she was lost in his touch. Her mind drifted as a small smile formed on her lips.
Suddenly, tender Chris was replaced by aggressive Chris. Strong hands gripped her hips and pulled her to him. He thrust into her, eliciting a loud moan. His pace was relentless. Merciless. There was barely time to breathe between each thrust. If she thought he couldn't go deeper than before, she was learning the hard way. The pillow fell victim to her hands which clawed at the fabric.
Soon, his body was pressed against hers, continuing the assault. Skin on skin. She could feel it building within her. She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold on. Months of anticipation and yearning mixed with the passion of the last 24 hours had her on the verge of exploding. It certainly didn't help as he sank his teeth into the skin on her shoulder. "Oh Chris."
That must have been a dead giveaway. His fingers found their way around her body to her swollen clitoris. He went to work, seemingly determined to finish her off. Her body arched into his as he stimulated her. There were too many sensations for her to resist. Heart racing, body beginning to tremble, Lita buried her face in the pillow, fully aware of the inevitable. With his free hand, Chris gripped the same pillow and snatched it from beneath her.
"I want to hear you."
Those words sent her over the edge. Moaning loudly, she finally gave into the intense climax that had been building within her like the greatest crescendo. Her moans and shakes must have triggered her dominant lover as his release soon followed.
There they lay in silence. At peace. Neither one moved. This was comfortable. How it should always be. His arm snaked beneath hers, intertwining their fingers. She could lay there forever. Everything was so perfect. At last.
"How are you?" Lita moaned her approval in response, prompting a chuckle from Chris. Kissing the back of her neck once more, Chris turned them so that she nestled into him with her head on his chest. The pair of them could barely keep their eyes open.
"I didn't know you had all of that in you Mr. Jericho."
"Funny because I actually took it easy on you." Although she could hear the jest in his voice, she couldn't help but believe he was half serious. Amazing that there was a time that she found his smugness so grating. Rightfully so…he used it to drive people away. Now, it was so endearing.
"So…are we boyfriend and girlfriend again?" His words interrupted her train of thought.
"Absolutely." A yawn.
"I'm glad the thought bores you so much." Another yawn.
"Seems to bore you too." She looked at him with a smirk on her face. Her smirk soon faded as she caught the look in his eyes.
"What is it?" He shook his head but she could see that he wanted to say something. They'd had such a good night, it wasn't worth ruining the moment to push the issue. She lay back against his chest.
Her eyelids felt so heavy. "I love you so much," she managed before she drifted off into a peaceful slumber.