Back To You (Sweet, Safe, & Sexy AF Romances Book 2)

by Elena M. Reyes

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  Sweet, Safe, & Sexy AF Romances.

  Summary:

  Her smile is blinding. His kisses drugging.

  Mila Alexander is on summer break when she literally bumps into the man of her dreams.

  Nick Adams promises far more than he should, and it all comes with a catch: to wait for him.

  His contract is airtight, and the commitment to a charity close to his heart must come first, leaving her little to no choice. However, life is full of broken promises, moments in time that no one can predict—and he’ll fight like hell to come back. To hold her once more.

  She is his, and he is hers.

  Back To You written by Elena M. Reyes

  Copyright 2018© Elena M. Reyes

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  This work is copyrighted. All rights are reserved. Apart from any use as permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without prior written permission of the author.

  Cover design by: Decadent Designs by Dee

  Editor:

  Marti Lynch

  Publication Date: January 8th, 2019

  Genre: FICTION/Romance/Erotica

  Copyright © 2018 Elena M. Reyes

  All rights reserved.

  Table Of Contents

  one

  two

  three

  four

  five

  six

  seven

  eight

  nine

  ten

  eleven

  twelve

  thirteen

  fourteen

  epilogue #1

  epilogue #2

  one

  She’s beautiful. Simply breathtaking, and I can’t look away.

  I notice her the moment she sets foot on this South Carolina beach. It’s hot, a sunny day full of clear skies and warm waters, and yet it’s her beauty that stands out.

  She’s exquisite. The definition of femininity.

  A little doll—she couldn’t be more than five feet tall with curves that make my mouth water. Sensuous without effort; her flowing mahogany hair and perky ass give me a rush of excitement the likes of which I’ve never experienced before.

  I devour each step she takes, the way each curl bounces while she bobs her head to the beat of reggae playing from my friend’s speaker. How her ass sways with each roll of her thick hips—hips that my hands itch to grab onto as I pull her closer.

  Her body is made for sinning. To cause temptation—forsake one’s sanity and force a man to his knees.

  And I want to. Fuck, I do. Worshipping every inch of her body will be a gift from God himself.

  Because there’s no doubt that I will have her beneath me. My problem seems to lie in the how fast. Not the fact that she could have a boyfriend; to me she is single and fair game. No man with half a brain would ever leave such an enticing woman all alone and with so little on; that itty-bitty bikini she’s wearing is downright sinful.

  Mentally, she’s fucked me and I’m left scrambling—figuring out a way to approach without scaring her off.

  My urges are barbaric. My need is an almost demonic rush of lust that has me hard as a rock and almost panting. And all this while she walks through the sand without a care in the world.

  How is she doing this to me?

  Women have been nonexistent in my life for years. I can’t remember the last time anyone caught my attention, let alone had me cursing my decisions in life. Working as a doctor around the world, in remote locations where medical assistance is hard to come by, gives me purpose. Makes me happy.

  However, right now, I’m not sure how I feel. There’s a mixture of confusion and lust—need and hunger—that’s clouding my mind. My judgement. A part of me is screaming that a week with her won’t be enough.

  I’ve gone insane.

  Before, my social life was nonexistent, and I liked it that way.

  Past tense. I want the thrill of zero to sixty with her. To wake up buried deep inside her tight little body every morning.

  Maybe I’ve been out in the sun too long? Maybe that last beer was my one too many.

  This is all in my head, and I am drunk. It has to be it.

  As if she senses my eyes on her, she flicks hers in my direction and my heart stops. “Motherfuck,” I say with a low growl. It builds in my chest, a rumble that both worries and exhilarates me. For thirty seconds, I feel and see nothing. Everything stops, and time stills while my heart beats like a war drum inside my chest.

  It’s thumping for her. Or am I having a heart attack?

  All my medical knowledge—years of schooling—mean shit at the moment. I’m out of my depths and hanging on the precipice of a free fall that makes no sense.

  Our eyes lock, and she gifts me a dimpled smile before looking away and toward the girl beside her. I hate it. Not after having those ethereal grey eyes on mine. Those doe eyes, her small upturned nose, and her plump mouth will forever be ingrained into my mind.

  Her beauty is striking, and another low rumble escapes from deep within my chest.

  Each pump of blood rushing through my veins demands I get closer. Compels me to find out if her tan skin is as soft as it looks. If her cherry lips are as decadent as the natural ripe color they present.

  “Are you okay, bro?” my friend Evan asks before elbowing me in the gut. I don’t register the discomfort. Instead, my eyes follow her toward a small area that isn’t overly populated. With hunger, I watch her bend at the waist and place her bag down. Admire the jiggle of her ass as she fluffs her towel and then spreads it out in the sand. “You’re worrying me, asshole.”

  “Will you calm down? Quit interrupting.” Even as I answer, I don’t look away. Can’t.

  This, right here, is better than porn.

  I’m hard as a rock, and the ache within pushes me to take a step in her direction. Then another. It’s unconscious. My body takes over as my mind fights back and presents rational thought—tries to reason with me. You’re drunk and acting a fool. She’s just another pretty girl.

  Bullshit. She’s more than that.

  How I know this? No clue, but even my head’s attempt to calm me is weak.

  She’s not just another “anything.” There isn’t a hair on her head that is generic.

  A hand on my arm stops me. “Where are you going?”

  For a second, I look his way, my eyes hard. “There’s someone I need to talk to.” That’s the most I can offer. A giggle catches my attention, and I know it’s her without looking. But when I do, Jesus.

  Her head is thrown back, her back arching while her perky ass nestles into the sand. She’s smiling so big, and I bite down on my lip to catch the groan threatening to escape. All I see is her, and the way I want to walk over and beg that she open her pretty mouth wider.

  That she let me feed her my cock and rejoice in hearing her choke on all ten inches.

  “Never mind…” Evan lets out a loud whistle, causing the others in our group to look over. They watch us for a few minutes but go back to their conversations when we don’t offer an explanation. After a couple of minutes, Evan tilts his head in their direction and gives me a nod of approval. “I see what’s got your attention. Nice.”

  “Don’t,” I warn. Love the guy, but she’s spoken for. That last thought should scare me, send
me running back to my hotel room or the nearest ER, but I find myself smiling instead.

  Evan ignores my warning; he’s watching them. Calculating. “The redhead or the brunette? Cause I’m digging the way that sweet ginger smiles.” I almost laugh at the serious expression on his face when he mentions his own interest.

  “You can have her. Her friend is mine.” I like the way that sounds a bit too much. Like her a little too much for never so much as sharing a simple hello.

  Mine. Owned. I can be her only.

  “That sounds a bit possessive,” he points out, but I see the wheels in his own head turning. Just like me, he wants what he sees.

  “Your point?” I shrug unapologetically, and then go back to admiring more than just her sweet face. Now, she’s lying face down with her bikini bottoms riding up a bit. Jealousy churns within my gut, a volatile eruption that has me glaring at anyone looking their way.

  And there are plenty of people looking. Men and women.

  What makes it worse? She has no clue.

  Unassuming, she closes her eyes while listening to her friend talk. While I’m in purgatory, plotting the ways to cover her up and keep others away, she’s enjoying her time, not paying a lick of attention to her surroundings.

  “Red’s making it hard for me to behave. If she bites her lip one more time...” Evan trails off beside me. He sounds as if he’s in pain, and I almost laugh. His interest in her will come in handy, make it so my girl and I have the freedom to explore without an interruption.

  So I can make her mine. Keep her all to myself.

  “Need pointers? Has being in the jungle messed with your game?” I let out a chuckle, trying to calm myself instead of marching over and covering her up. No one should ever see her like this. At the least, not without me close to warn them with death if they look twice.

  “Fuck you, douche. Just waiting for the right moment to approach.” And as the last word leaves Evan’s mouth, I find my opening.

  Bringing a hand to my own, I bite my knuckles and pray to the good Lord above for mercy. There she is, knees in the sand, and arms up reaching for the sky. She’s stretching, and I am salivating. Hard as granite and leaking from the tip.

  I watch, transfixed, as she speaks to her friend and shakes her head. How she reaches into her bag for something and then pulls out a bottle of what looks like sunscreen.

  “Watch and learn, Gramps,” I call out to Evan as I make my way toward her. My dick is throbbing, head pointing in her direction, and I thank the inventor of the inside mesh in these shorts for doing a half-decent job of keeping me in place.

  I’m almost tempted to write them a thank you letter later today. Much, much later if I have my way.

  “Just remember we have one week left here,” Evan shouts from behind me, and I flip him off.

  I know this. Hate it.

  What I am experiencing isn’t normal. This need is almost barbaric, but I refuse to fight it. Whatever crazy ride awaits me with her, I want it. Feels right.

  There’s a reason for my reaction to her, and I plan to uncover it.

  “I’ll make it work.” A woman that throws me for a loop like this has to be special.

  two

  “Jesus, I never want to go home,” I moan out, stretching my arms out as I soak up the sun. Two weeks’ vacation in this paradise will never be enough. My earbuds fall out, landing on the large towel below me as I tilt my head up, enjoying the heat on my cheeks.

  It feels good—like a soft blanket caressing my legs after shaving—good. Like that-first-sip-of-coffee-in-the-morning good.

  Delicious. Warm. Relaxing.

  “Can we just move here?” my cousin Crystal says from beside me while looking toward the water’s edge. She’s been doing that a lot. Since we got here, her attention has been on a particular area near the shore.

  Something, or someone, has piqued her interest, and the way she’s smiling gives her away. “You can go home, Mila. Just tell my mother I’ll send her a postcard every Christmas.”

  Flipping my long hair over a shoulder, I raise a brow. “Already found a victim? That was fast, Crissy.”

  Out of the two of us, she’s the most outgoing. Open about her needs without being a whore. The girl looks, but doesn’t touch. A virgin who wants it all and doesn’t hide the fact that she’s searching for her one.

  While I—I hide my own dreams and live vicariously through the books I read. No man catches my attention. No one makes me want the elusive more that all women dream of.

  The kind of relationship that leaves you breathless and completely consumed. You own him, and he steals your breath with each smile.

  I want it. I know it’s out there, but I refuse to date a hundred toads to reach my prince. He’ll come, and when he does, my heart will recognize his.

  Sitting up on my knees, I reach over and grab my sunscreen. We’ve been at the beach since ten a.m. and the high afternoon rays tell me it’s time to re-lather.

  With my back to the water, I pop the cap and pour a healthy amount onto my hands, spreading the lotion over my shoulders and the very top of my breasts.

  I feel exposed in the miniature teal bikini she chose for me, but I do admit it fits well. It enhances the curves I’ve been blessed with, but the attention I get in it isn’t something I’m comfortable with.

  “It’s not me he wants,” she mumbles low, but I hear her. Grabbing my arm, she tries to pull me around, but I shake her off. “You need to—”

  “Do you need help with that?” a deep, warm-like-honey voice says from behind me, and I freeze. Every muscle in my body locks tight, and my skin prickles with electricity. Every molecule in my DNA is set ablaze, and I let out a low whimper.

  His scent, warm and with a hint of spice, hits my senses and my nipples become tight. Stiff peaks that throb—the bolt of pleasure travels through my body, settling in my core. I’m aroused. Turned on by a stranger I’ve yet to see.

  “Oh shit,” Crissy says from somewhere—at this point, she could be in Alaska and I wouldn’t know. Sense and reality have morphed into a moment stolen in time that I can’t grasp.

  My very soul feels the shift. The change in me.

  “Look at me, sweetheart.” It’s not a request, and I do so without a single complaint over his command. Grey eyes meet hazel, and I’m lost to him, drown in the hunger I see lying just behind his soft grin.

  He’s tall, easily a foot taller than me, and with tattoos. The ink on his skin, a nautical-themed masterpiece, spreads over the left side of his chest and arm. The full sleeve is beautiful, colorful and full of bold lines; it tells a story that I want to unveil piece by piece.

  I want to know everything about him. The what, when, and why that brought him to this moment. To me.

  This man is gorgeous. The kind of specimen women fantasize about with a sharp jaw, dark hair that’s just a bit long at the top, and playful eyes. Sweet lips that pull up at one corner while he enjoys my perusal.

  He’s meant to be worshipped, and I find myself leaning just a bit closer. My hand finds purchase on my towel—keeps my balance on the sand as I shift my body.

  “Perfection.” It’s all he says before extending a hand out to me. An invitation. A desire I share with him, and I place my much smaller one in his.

  I gasp as a deep feeling of contentment settles within me. There’s no explaining—not enough words to describe what his skin on mine evokes.

  It’s right. A coming home I wasn’t ready to admit, much less understand. Nothing makes sense at the moment, but even with the uncertainty of what this means, I don’t run.

  This moment causes a shift I’m accepting.

  “Hi,” I breathe out, tone soft. My heart is thumping harshly within my chest, and a bead of sweat rolls down the base of my spine.

  “How can your voice be so sinfully sweet?” he says, but the question isn’t for me, and it’s the awe in his voice that completely puts me at ease. There’s something cute about the flummoxed expression, the furrow o
f his brows, and the way he bites his bottom lip. I’m not alone in this—whatever it is. With one tug, he pulls me to my feet and right against his chest. Skin on skin, the heat coming off him brands his essence into my flesh, and I welcome the mark. “What’s your name, beauty?”

  “Mila.” It’s all I can muster; my entire being is distracted—busy trying to make sense of how good he feels against me. How right, as his arm settles on my hip, keeping me in place with his fingers applying the slightest of pressure.

  It takes everything in me not to moan.

  “Mila.” The way my name flows from his lips is an indecent caress. It rolls over my skin, causing goose bumps to arise, a shiver to rush down my spine, and my pussy to contract. Never has a man affected me so. Never have I— “It’s more than a pleasure to meet you, Mila.”

  There’s a small wink at the end, and I blush. It starts at my hairline and sweeps across my cheeks, not stopping until I feel the flush down my neck and over the top of my breasts. “Likewise...” I trail off, needing his name.

  “I’m Nicholas, sweetheart. But you can call me Nick.”

  “Well, Nick, you were offering something?” As much as my body protests, I take a step back and look up. Jesus, he’s tall. Something else I find attractive; his height makes me feel dainty. “What kind of help do I need?”

  Since when am I so forward?

  His smile turns into a smirk, and the simple act causes another clench from my core. “Mine.”

  “Mine? What does that even mean?” A snort from somewhere to my right pulls my attention from him and toward my bestie. I forgot about her, and it also seems that I missed a few things. She’s not alone. There’s a man beside her that’s watching her every move. “Who’s he, Crystal?” I ask.

  “No clue, but he claims to know the man close to kidnapping you.” Crystal points at Nick—she’s fighting back a laugh. “This vacation is getting more interesting by the second, Mimi. Very interesting.”