In the dark, I searched his eyes with mine. “This minute is a big one,” I echoed his words. I pecked him quickly on the lips, but he held me to him, melding our mouths into a heated kiss. His hands roamed over my dress, lingering on the curves of my breasts. His finger traced the line of the fabric against my chest but didn’t go further than that. I moved closer to him, and he broke away, inhaling sharply.
“What?” I asked softly.
“Nothing. Come on, we’re here.”
As we traversed the hotel lobby, he asked, “So do all these people bother you?”
I laughed. It was the first question I’d asked him when I found out he lived in a hotel. I snaked my arm around his waist. “That’s yet to be determined.”
He grinned and punched the elevator call button.
“What a beautiful couple,” an elderly woman said as she boarded behind us.
“Thank you. My architect boyfriend designed a gorgeous hotel on the river, and tonight was the grand opening.”
“That’s quite an accomplishment,” she said. “Congratulations.”
“Thanks.” His eyes crinkled with a smile.
“Oh, my, you shouldn’t smile like that at a woman my age,” she said, fanning herself exaggeratedly. We laughed and said goodnight as she exited the elevator.
“I might have to keep you on a tighter leash,” I teased.
His smiled faded. “I think I should like that,” he said, his eyes narrowing. As the elevator ascended, his body seemed to grow bigger, his bearing predatory, as if I was his cornered prey, and he was about to strike. “Go on,” he said after a charged moment, nodding his head at the doors. I hadn’t even noticed our arrival at the penthouse. “We’re late for a very important date.”
“And what date is that?” I asked as we stepped off.
“You, me and nothing else. Leave everything at the door.” He unlocked the door and held it open so I could pass through before him. As I did though, he snatched my elbow. “I said everything.”
Over my shoulder, my gaze met his brown eyes, dark and lusty. He let the door slam to merge his body against my backside, gripping my shoulders roughly in his hands. “I’ve been crazy for you all day,” he rasped in my ear. “And although I love this dress, I want it off. Now.” He dragged the zipper down and dropped to his knees. I gasped when his lips touched the base of my spine. His hands skated up my exposed back and slid over my shoulders, releasing the dress so it slumped at my feet. They came around to my front, where he spread his fingers across my stomach. A moan vibrated against the small of my back, sending a shiver up to my shoulders.
He stood and wrapped an arm around my chest, his hardness pressing against my spine. His other hand dropped to pull me open by my inner thigh and touch me through my underwear. Panting, I swayed when he released me suddenly. “Shit,” he muttered. “I can’t control myself around you.”
Through oversized windows, the city lent the only light to the room as he circled in front of me. I put my hand in his and stepped out of the dress, following as he led me down the stairs into the sunken living room.
“Leave those on,” he instructed, motioning to my new black stilettos. He removed his blazer and lit the fireplace as my body, alive with desire, wavered unsteadily in the four-inch heels. “Don’t move,” he said. “I want to memorize everything about this moment.” He emptied his pockets onto a side table and removed his Rolex. He undid his bowtie unhurriedly while his hooded eyes remained fixed on me. His limbs, strong and brawny, moved fluidly as he shed clothing. I wanted to learn the contours of his body with my eyes, my fingers, my tongue. And when he looked at me that way, like it was the first time, I could barely help from melting at his feet.
He sauntered over and grasped me to him by my lower back. His hand spread there as his lips captured mine in a rough kiss. I drew him into me with my arms around his neck, wanting him closer, deeper, our bodies merging the way our mouths were. His hands explored my skin; impatient and tender all at once, as though he had studied every inch of me but was only just now feeling me.
He guided me backward until I hit the couch and sat. I didn’t remove my eyes from him as he stepped out of his underwear. I licked my lips; he was big. Thick. Hard. So hard that I believed him when he said he’d been that way since the dressing room. As I had before, I squirmed at the sight of him, suddenly unable to think of anything but how he would feel inside of me.
With his big body, he crawled over me as I eased onto my back. “My patience is gone,” he said, his eyes fixed on mine. “I can’t decide whether to devour you quickly or slowly.”
“We have all night,” I whispered.
“All night,” he repeated with a nod. “I’m going to kiss you everywhere. Here,” he ran his thumb across my bottom lip, “and here,” he added, touching a fingertip over my heart. His hand moved between my legs as his voice deepened. “Here.”
My pulse quickened, anticipating his mouth on me. He gave me his weight as his hands steadied my face. His kiss started as a breath, a promise of what was to come, but it quickly became harder as we crossed from want to need.
He pulled away to rain kisses down my neck, over my chest, breasts and stomach. He kneeled to kiss me through my panties, and I sighed. His hands ran up my thighs and spread me open. I fisted the leather couch while he kissed me through the fabric.
“David,” I groaned.
“I love it when you say my name,” he responded through gritted teeth.
“David,” I repeated breathily. He yanked my panties aside and licked the length of me. “Oh, David,” I said again. Holding me wide open, he inserted his tongue and ate me like a man starving. He’d gone down on me before, but not like this; he was rough, and I bucked into the couch, throwing my head back and moaning as he fucked me with his tongue. He thrust his fingers inside, withdrawing every few seconds to rub my wetness over me. When I was burning, so close to relief, he spoke against me.
“Ready for me?” he rumbled, even though I clearly was.
“Yes,” I cried.
“Tell me.”
“I’m so wet for you, David,” I said, squirming as his fingers worked inside of me. “Stop, please, I’m going to come.”
“Why should I stop?” he taunted.
“I want you to fuck me.”
He chuckled. “You loved getting fucked, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “Only by you.”
He withdrew in an instant and dragged my panties off. “I’ll fuck you and you’ll come on my cock like you want, baby. Grab your heels.”
I grasped the heels of my shoes in both hands and spread my legs. His massive body moved over mine. He propped himself up with one arm and took his shaft in his other hand to rub his crown through my wetness.
“I’ve missed you,” I cried, the words falling passionately from my mouth. “Please.”
He drove into me, forcing the breath from my lungs. “I missed you, too,” he said, looking down between us. His jaw clenched as he withdrew slowly. His hands on both sides of my body gripped the couch as I whimpered, pulling on my shoes.
“Christ, Olivia.” He rolled his hips again, leisurely this time, until he was rooted deeply inside me. “Tell me how it feels.”
“Heaven,” I breathed, jutting my hips upward. “More.”
He grunted, and my body shook with the next plunge.
“Harder,” I demanded. “Give it to me, David.”
He reared back and drove into me again and again, giving it to me hard because I wanted it that way.
“God, you can fuck me,” I cried. “Just you, baby, you know how to fuck me and – ” I gasped as his one hand moved to my clit and began to move in small circles.
He leaned closer without slowing his rhythm so our faces were almost touching. “And?”
“You’re the only one who’s ever come inside me.”
“What?” he growled, stilling deep inside me. “The only one?”
“Yes,” I cried. “Just you. P
lease,” I begged. “Don’t stop.”
“Hold on to those fucking heels.” He gave me a hard thrust and pinned me to the couch, harnessing our sexual tension and driving it into my body until I was vibrating with it.
My insides tightened and coiled into a pulsating knot of pressure. I clenched my teeth and yelped when a heel broke off in my hand.
He exhaled heavily and, without disconnecting, picked me up in one quick motion. I kicked off my shoes as he tossed a few pillows on the floor by the fire. He sat carefully with me and lay back.
I settled my knees on either side of him and lifted up to sink down slowly. “Oh, my, God,” I said, closing my eyes. I drew up and released myself onto him again, this time all the way. His long fingers grasped and freed my breasts so they were trussed up by my bra, and I began to rock over him, moaning contentedly as we aligned. My hands blindly gripped his shoulders as if I would fall into oblivion if I let go. He broke my rocking motion by thrusting up to meet me and he took over, even from underneath, bouncing me forward with each surge of his hips.
The room filled with the sinuous sounds of our satisfaction. His hands found my hips and maneuvered me against his steel cock harder, forcing me to bear down on him until I couldn’t contain my cries. He braced me as he hit me as deep as he could, my fingers digging deeper into his skin as I whimpered.
“You can take it,” he grated.
A high-pitched noise escaped me as he pushed me to the brink and then drove into me even harder.
“Sit back,” he instructed as his hands captured mine. I leaned back and gasped at the new angle. My back arched, and my head fell back as he gripped my wrists, using them as a lever to buck into me. My orgasm was completely in his control, just as he wanted, just as I wanted, and when he decided it was time, he hit the spot.
“I can feel you coming,” he said. “Break for me, baby.”
“Oh, David, yes,” I cried up to the ceiling as my blood boiled throughout me.
Stars pierced my vision as his hand grasped the base of my neck. His visceral cry sent me flying, my orgasm exploding just from the sound of his pleasure. I grabbed his hand at my neck, and my other hand clamped on his shoulder to ride him through the bliss.
I dropped my gaze to watch as he gave me one grueling last thrust and came apart under me, groaning while his fingers bit into my skin. I fell forward and clutched him as he gushed inside of me, his grip tight until he had finished.
I lay on his chest, quivering against him, the left side of my body burning from the suddenly hot fire. His hands found their way over my back and up to my hair, clasping me close. “I love you,” he whispered into my hair. His hands slipped down and released my bra finally. They were coarse and perfect as they spanned back and forth over my hypersensitive skin.
“That feels amazing,” I said with a soft moan.
He kissed the side of my head. When I slid off his wet cock, I was once again devoid of the other half of my puzzle.
“Where are you going?” he asked, reaching out to hold me back.
“Bathroom. Architect’s orders.”
He laughed lazily at his own rule of peeing after sex, as though he lacked the energy for anything more. He let me go and said, “Use the guest room, it’s closer.”
I couldn’t help but grin giddily as I passed through the room. I remembered our chaste night after my encounter with Mark Alvarez and how badly I’d wanted him to touch me through the t-shirt he’d given me.
I was fixing my hair when I heard voices. I grabbed the nearest towel and sneaked out of the room into the hallway. Peering around the corner, I almost dropped my towel when I saw Maria in the doorway.
CHAPTER 8
DRESSED IN A BODY-SKIMMING black dress that displayed ample cleavage and muscular brown legs, Maria oozed sexuality from where she stood in the doorway.
“Maria, I won’t say it again,” David was saying, his voice hard-edged. “We’re done.”
I watched as she blinked up at his towering frame. “But, David,” she replied in her buttery Latin accent, “I’ve been here years, waiting. I don’t deserve this. I deserve a real chance.”
He shifted on his feet. Jealousy reared in me as I watched her eyes drop to scan his naked torso until they rested on his boxer briefs.
“Waiting? For what?” he asked softly. “Things were casual; you knew that.”
“Not casual, David. I’m not clingy like the other girls, but I’m here when you need me, when you don’t want them anymore. But now you dump me like nothing? I’ve put in the time, mi amor. I deserve more.”
“More?”
“Let me make you happy. I want a ring.”
“A ring?” he barked. He looked over his shoulder suddenly, so I retreated behind the wall until he spoke again. “I was always upfront with you. How could you think that?”
“You and me, we make a perfect pair, David. We make sense together. You can’t tell me you never thought of it.”
“Listen, you have to – ”
“We have so much history. After three years you feel nothing? You cannot turn it off just like that.” She snapped her fingers, and there was silence. “I thought so,” she cooed, placing a hand on his naked shoulder.
My face flamed, and my heart pounded in my ears. Does he still . . . ? I backed away and into an end table.
David whipped around. “Olivia,” he said, and Maria’s mouth dropped when she saw me. He turned back to her. “We can discuss this another time, Maria, but do not come to the apartment again. Leave your keys with Gorman downstairs. Am I clear?” She began to protest, but he held up his hand. “Clear?”
She pursed her lips, obviously avoiding my daggered stare. “Sí.”
He closed the door in her face and stalked over to me.
“You didn’t tell her?” I cried, recoiling when he reached for me.
“I did, but she’s in denial or something. I told her it’s over.”
“When?”
“Just now,” he said like it was obvious, “when she came to the door.”
“Earlier you said you would call her.”
He sighed. “I’ve been with you the entire night. I haven’t had a chance to call her and furthermore, it’s not necessary. There’s nothing to end.”
“Sure about that? You can’t turn it off just like that!” I snarled, my fingers snapping in his face.
His face darkened, and he grabbed my wrist. “I’ll say this one last time,” he growled. “It’s done. You’re overreacting. She means nothing.”
I ripped my hand away. “That was nothing? Do you think I’m blind?” I asked, backing away. “How could you not have ended this after everything I gave up for you?” I ran to the nearest room and locked myself in it.
“Olivia,” David commanded, banging on the guest room door.
I flung myself onto the bed and buried my head in my hands. Oh my God. Three years? Three years cannot be erased in a weekend . . . . The thought brought a sob from my chest. How much power did she have over him? Could she get him back? Did he love her?
I could hear the fury in his voice as he called my name, jiggling the doorknob.
“Go away,” I cried. “I don’t want to see you.”
“Let me in.”
“No!”
“If I want to come in, a locked door isn’t going to stop me.”
My heart skipped, and I clutched the pillow to my chest. “Go away!” I yelled.
The door thumped with his weight once and then burst open with the second hit.
“Get out!” I screamed.
I scrambled to the headboard, but he grabbed my ankles and dragged me back. He leaped onto the bed, securing my hands on either side of my head. “Let go,” I demanded, wriggling under him. My towel began to slip and without the use of my hands, I couldn’t stop it before it fell open.
“Listen to me!” he yelled, his eyes darkening. “Stop squirming!”
“Make me!”
“Make you?” he growled. With lightning
speed, he spread my legs with his knees and dropped his pelvis onto mine.
His grip loosened slightly, and I freed my hands, taking the opportunity to shove his unyielding chest.
“Think you can fight me off?” he asked coolly. He caught my wrists again, trapping them easily in one large hand. He moved them above my head and took my jaw in his other hand. His knees forced my legs open wider. “How about now?”
I bucked against him, suppressing a moan when my clit connected with his hardness. He released my face to reach beneath us and pull his underwear down. His erection fell heavy against my stomach.
“You want to fuck me, then fuck me,” I dared.
He thrust his crown against my stomach, trailing pre-cum over my skin while his hand reached between my legs to find me slick. He groaned and squeezed my wrists in his hand. “Your cunt’s so fucking wet,” he grated, his fingers slipping and sliding over me.
“It’s your semen,” I shot back. He groaned even louder and buried his face into my neck. I writhed beneath him, almost climaxing just from the thought of penetration.
“Tell me I’m the only one who’s come in you,” he begged in my ear.
“You’re the only one,” I breathed. I bucked my hips into him again, this time doing it over and over, moaning each time we connected.
“You don’t even need me to fuck you,” he said as my eyes closed blissfully.
I was close, just rubbing against him, but I wanted him inside me badly. “I need it,” I said with gritted teeth.
He pinned one of my thighs down against the mattress and pressed his head between my folds. “Say it,” he demanded.
“I want you, I want to come with you inside me.”
“You got it,” he said and pushed into me with one single, long drive. I cried out, squirming to adjust to the way he filled me, but he kept my hands firmly locked above me.
He sucked in a sharp breath, reared back, and surged into me again. Within two fast, hard thrusts I was coming around him in a vicious orgasm, calling out for him.
He pulled out suddenly and flipped me over onto my stomach. I felt his fingers opening me seconds before he rammed into me from behind, a guttural noise escaping my throat as he did. I bit into the pillow and clutched the edge of the mattress as he began to fuck my already raw opening. His mouth dropped to my shoulder blade, sucking hard and pulling my skin between his teeth. I gasped and crossed my ankles. He responded with a muffled curse and bit down harder.
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