I walked over to her and took her hand just as she was about to open the Pinot Noir.
“Please just go,” she insisted, eyes pleading with me. “Just go, it’s too much. You being here is too much. It’s like emotion overload and I can’t deal.”
I covered her hand when a tear spilled down her cheek.
“Why is it too much?” I wanted her to talk to me and tell me how she felt.
“Because I don’t want you to be here doing your job, and I know that’s what it is. There are bigger things to worry about than my stupid feelings. The last time I was in a shootout like tonight my mother died. They killed her right in front of me and I was supposed to be next.”
I didn’t know that part. I never knew that she saw it happen. It was always different when you saw it. Watched the life leave the person you loved.
“I’ve had enough,” she added. “I’ve had enough of everything and I just don’t want to think anymore.”
Seeing her pain, I cupped her face. “I’m not just doing my job.”
She shook her head. “Please, don’t lie to me. Don’t. I hate it. I hate lies.”
And, that was a good reason why I should have backed away and stopped myself from going further.
I was a lie who’d been sent to steal from her father. I was a lie.
Thieves were very good liars.
But one thing they could never do was refute the truth. If something was true it would always be true, no matter what you did. And the truth was, this woman had done something that drew me to her.
“I’m not lying. I’m here because I want to be. This isn’t about your father.” That was the truth. It was however something I probably shouldn’t have told her.
“Are you really?” Her eyes searched mine.
The answer I was about to give would lead to my next mistake.
“Yes.”
She stepped closer…too close, and pressed those dainty hands on my chest.
I smoothed my hands over her jaw, loving the silky feel of her skin. Smooth and soft… tempting.
So tempting… the pull of the temptation tugged on my groin and worked its way through my body. It grew the more I stared down at her. It made me want her. It made me want to taste her, to touch her, to satisfy that damn curiosity I’d had since I first set my eyes on her. Her picture.
Logic made an attempt to push through the haze of temptation that had started to cloud over my mind.
It almost pushed through then her lips parted and she said, “kiss me. Kiss me like you did yesterday.”
Yesterday…
The memory of that kiss was enough to rob me of reason. It was enough to rob me of thought for what I should and shouldn’t be doing.
I wanted it , as much as I wanted her and as I lowered to taste her I didn’t give a fuck about the consequences.
Just like yesterday she moved toward me too.
Her lips met mine with the desire I felt. Yesterday, however, was the taster.
It was the prelude to what I knew I wanted.
More.
That was the thing about tasting something you wanted. You knew you’d go back for it. It was only a matter of time and resisting would be impossible.
As I kissed her with reckless abandon, nothing else mattered. In my head we were alone in her house and we existed outside of everything.
All I wanted was her.
Chapter 14
Jia
* * *
Last night when he kissed me I thought the world had stopped.
It felt like it had and time had frozen in a bubble holding us in the moment.
The kiss he gave me now was different to that.
It was the sort of kiss that happened when you gave in to the call of desire.
Passion.
That was what it was.
Passion was the force that guided you to your inner desire.
It was the same force that made me see him that first night at the club and sent me on this accelerated path to wanting him more and more.
I moaned as he swept his tongue into my mouth and I decided to be playful and suck on it.
Playful however didn’t work. What I’d done went above that and turned up the heat that had set us ablaze.
He kissed me harder, pulling me flush against his chest to close the space between us. Then hunger took over.
Raw hunger that was scandalous in every way. Him kissing me like he wanted to devour me, and me kissing him like I wanted to consume every part of him.
I did.
I actually did and I wasn’t the sort of woman to hold back on what she wanted.
Yesterday planted a seed. He planted the seed when he told me he wanted to touch me.
Knowing he wanted me too fanned the flames and created this explosion of passion.
Our tongues clashed together. Clashed in the exploration of the wild kiss with which he claimed me.
I gasped when he cupped my breasts and started squeezing and kneading.
His lips left mine and trailed a fiery line of hot kisses down the side of my neck. I sucked in another sharp breath when his mouth smoothed over the swells of my breast and he closed his mouth over the diamond peak surface of my right nipple and started sucking through the gold fabric.
It felt so damn good.
What felt better was when he shoved me hard against the wall and moved away the fabric so he could suck the exposed flesh. While he sucked away he ripped at my bra and undid the clasp making my left breast spill out, then he alternated sucking from one breast to the other. Sucking and tasting while I arched against the wall.
He moved away just for a second to shove my dress down my waist. It floated down to the floor pooling at my feet, leaving me in just my panties. Practically naked before him.
Before I could catch my next breath, he caught my legs and nuzzled his face between my thighs and did the most insanely hot thing I’d ever seen by pulling on the lace edge with his teeth so he could lick over my mound. Then insane became wild when he lifted my leg and pushed his tongue right up inside me to tease the hard nub of my clit.
My mouth fell open as the air left my lungs. He continued licking then stroking with his clever tongue, faster and surer with a skill of a man who knew what he was doing.
The first wave of a fierce orgasm tugged at my insides with a desperate greed that made me double over and writhe against his tongue. Sensing my desperation, he replaced his tongue with two fingers and pinned me in place so he could finger fuck me.
“Xander…” I winced.
I lowered and my breasts bobbled in front of his face. He gave me a satisfying smile and licked over the light pink tips.
“Feel good yet?” he asked, voice demanding and rough as he stroked faster.
“I feel … good,” I cried.
“Come for me, Jia,” he enticed, building up the pace to more. “Come for me.”
I tried to say something. I didn’t know what but my mouth opened like I was going to talk. Whatever it was faded away from my mind as I came on the wave of the vicious orgasm that roiled from deep inside me. It was like steam in a pressure cooker. Simmering then boiling, rising until it reached the limit and the explosion came.
That was what it felt like. It was the best way I could describe it and I couldn’t have felt more desired than now as I watched him return his tongue to my pussy and start licking up the nectar that flowed from me.
I gritted my teeth and grabbed at his wide powerful shoulders to help me stand up and take the pleasure.
He licked and sucked, pressed right up to my g-spot and teased over my clit while he ate me out.
He continued until my breathing stilled but boy was I ever on the brink of another orgasm.
Fuck… the man was too much and this was just the start.
The look he gave me as he stood told me exactly that. Like it was a warning to expect more. He smiled at me and captured my lips again for a hot, wet, wild kiss.
A kiss I pulled out of becaus
e I wanted to taste him too.
“Fuck,” he growled and gave me a playful smile when he reached for my waist. “No games now. I’m pitching a fucking tent.”
“No games,” I promised enhancing my words by pressing my hand to the front of his pants, rubbing over the hard bulge of his cock. “I want this.”
“You’re getting it,” he assured me with that sexy alluring confidence that made my whole body blush with the heat that swept through me.
“I want to taste you, and see you first.” I rubbed him harder and he groaned. It enticed me to do more to him, proud of myself that I could make a man like him react to my touch in such a way. Me, me touching him, holding his cock.
The blue hue of his eyes darkened with molten heat. He stepped backwards and my mouth watered as I watched him unbutton his shirt and shrug out of it.
Masterpiece was just the beginning of how I would describe him. Everything on him was perfect and I wanted to take the moment to commit him to memory.
Tattoos covered his torso in a very tasteful, artfully designed way. He had a lot but not too much to cover him and detract from the serious muscle he sported.
There was an eagle on the right side of his abs, along with a series of Japanese characters and a swirl of writing. On his left was a dragon and more Japanese characters that led to an Egyptian eye.
It took me a second to realize it told some sort of story and I smiled.
It called to the artist in me that appreciated creativity.
He was a work of art, a very sexy work of art that belonged to me, if only for this one time.
“Do you like what you see Miss Marchesi?” he asked with a lopsided grin that made him look sexier.
Jesus… I didn’t think that was possible.
“Absolutely.”
“Now you said something about tasting me,” he intoned.
I nodded slow for effect, it was a contrast to the racing beat of my heart and the drive that made me want him inside me. It was passion though that stepped back in to take control and made me want to do all I could think of to enjoy him.
Remember him…
Remember him, just in case this was it, and this moment we shouldn’t be having never happened again.
Lust glittered his eyes when I lowered to my knees and reached up to undo his belt buckle and pull the zipper down his fly. As soon as I did so the bulge of his cock became more distinct.
His pants floated down his legs and he kicked those off along with his shoes, then returned to me. In his Calvin’s he looked like a walking advert. A walking sinful advert waiting to be tasted with his massive erection pushing against the white cotton fabric like it was aching for release.
I obliged by pulling on the edge of his waistband and pushing down to unleash the full length of his cock.
The sight made my heart still. My breathing just hitched and caught somewhere between my heart and my sternum.
Amazed by his thickness, I gripped the base of his cock and lowered my head to lick the fat head. Finally satisfying my need and curiosity to taste him. He tasted like sex and power. That made me take him into my mouth as deep as I could.
I sucked and he groaned, smoothing his hands over my head, lacing his fingers through my hair as my head bobbed up and down his thickness.
A deep groan rumbled within his chest when I glided my tongue over his shaft, sucking harder in rasping strokes. I sucked him with a desperation that encouraged me all the more when his cock grew harder and pressed into the back of my throat.
When his heavy hand clamped down on my arm and tugged, I knew I had to stop and sacrifice tasting his release if I wanted him inside me.
“I need you now Jia,” he growled, lifting me to stand.
“Take me,” I told him with a small smile.
Xander stepped out of his boxers and reached for his pants to search through the pockets. He then frowned and gritted his teeth at the discovery of empty pockets.
“I don’t have a condom.”
He looked like all was lost, but I was ready to fix that.
I stepped closer and ran my fingers over the length of his shaft. Then with a teasing smile I leaned even closer pressing my nipples against his chest when I stood on the tips of my toes to whisper into his ear.
“Then fuck me without one, Xander,” I cooed and he took hold of my waist.
“Fucking hell …Jia…” His eyes, now a dark blue that reminded me of twilight, bore into me and I couldn’t resist the flutter of triumph that rippled through me as I spotted the flush in his cheeks. The triumph came from knowing I’d made a man like him blush.
“I’m on birth control.”
The corners of his lips turned up into a sexy, dangerous smirk. “Be careful, you may regret telling me that.”
I ran my fingers over the hard walls of his chest and returned his smile. “I don’t think so. Consider that an all access pass just for you.”
“Fuck,” he breathed.
“Yes… we should do that no,” I breathed with the wild desire that took me. then I lowered my voice a notch and ran my hands over my breasts the way I did that night at the club. Just for him. Only for him. “Fuck me, Xander.”
Nothing more needed to be said. He turned me to face the wall and I bent over when he grabbed my hips.
He secured his hold on my hips and smoothed his hand over the flat of my stomach. My hair fell forward over my face as he parted my thighs and eased the folds of my entrance open with the fat head of his cock.
I was enjoying the feel of him on my skin then he thrust deep into my pussy, filling me right up with the thickness of him. The skin-to-skin contact made us both groan and my knees buckled from the pleasure.
I moaned louder when he started moving inside me, pumping slowly at first, then faster and faster, until he built up a steady rhythm we both enjoyed.
I pressed my palms into the cool concrete of the wall, grasping at the nothingness as the tension built again within me.
His pumping became harder and faster, capturing me in the ultimate pleasure of ecstasy. My whole body was alive with the fire of it, luxuriating in the sensation of erotic bliss.
The relentless thrusts rammed into me and the walls of my pussy spasmed around his cock when another orgasm took me.
Shit, it was too much and he gave me more. More I wanted but could barely handle. My body crippled with the pleasure. The insane, wild, intense pleasure that tore me in two as he tightened the hold he had on me and started fucking me hard.
Passion in full force surrounded us, inside and out. It was there in the erotic sound of our bodies slapping together and within me like energy fueling the sexual heat. It turned into liquid fire that washed over me in a scorching wave.
When Xander started rutting into me in a rush of animalistic need I knew he was near climax. Like I was again.
Another wild orgasm ripped through me, greedy because it came for him too.
It grabbed me in the claws of desire making my body heavy with it. I cried out, throwing my head back into a desperate scream at the same time his body tensed against me and flooded me with the hot spray of his cum.
We stayed just like that for a few moments until our breath stilled. Reality seeped in as those breaths calmed.
Reality and the memory of earlier at the casino came back to me. It pushed through the wild sexual haze that passion had woven around us.
He pulled out of me and I kept my hands on the wall. I stayed there… too afraid to move just in case he just walked away or told me that was all he could give me because he had to focus on his job.
However… instead of any of those things happening, he ran a hand down my back. Running his fingers lightly over my skin.
“Jia… baby …what’s wrong?” he asked, turning me around to face him.
I pressed my back into the wall and held his gaze. “I know… your job comes first.” I thought I should say it for him because I didn’t know what he was thinking. “This is the part where you tell me that.
”
He surprised me by placing his hands on the wall either side of me, and just looked at me.
“No,” he answered. “Like I said, I’m staying and going to be here all night.”
Heat settled in my groin and the ache for him grew, making me hungry for him again with forbidden desire.
“All… night?”
“Yeah.” The lascivious smile he gave me sealed his words.
Tonight was the first in a long time that I’d looked forward to anything.
A night spent with him.
Chapter 15
Xander
* * *
It was official…
I’d gone crazy.
I’d lost my damn mind somewhere in between the timeline of the shootout at the casino and going to Jia’s place.
Actually, I thought I probably needed to back that up a little more and admit it was gone from the minute I took her to Lake Mead yesterday. That was the opening up of the playground for me to run wild in.
That was what I’d done.
The kiss was the taste. It was the taste that set in motion this wild sexual frenzy of lust and wild desire that saw me here in her bed at this hour of the morning.
Three a.m.
It made me send a message to Giovanni after I’d had sex with Jia pinned against the granite walls of her shower, telling him I’d stand guard for tonight at her place.
I’d played on the man’s worry for his daughter and assured him I’d look after her. Pretty certain what I did was far outside the realms of what most would deem ‘look after’.
Or maybe it was just within the realms, depending on which way you looked at it.
Fuck, I’d had her six times.
Six times and I wanted more.
I was hyped up on sex and her, hyped up on the sight of her, her gorgeous body, and her wildness to give as much as she got. That confidence of hers and her drive was through the roof. She was the kind of woman to seize every aspect of what she felt and make it a hundred times better.
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