He was staring at her, eyes glued taking her in, standing there in nothing but a thong and high heels. His eyes traveled up her long legs and stopped to linger at her belly button before rolling up to salivate at her breasts.
“Yes, I like everything I see.”
Jayla bit her lip to keep from smiling. His reaction made her feel even sexier than she had felt before leaving her hotel room, but the emotion quickly changed to a surprised gasp when Stefano moved forward and took her into his arms.
His mouth covered hers, hard and possessive, and then his tongue was dancing while his hands were skimming down to her thighs, tracing along the edge of her panties, right there in the crease of her thighs. “I’ve waited all night to do this,” he said, as his hand moved to caress her ass before slipping under the elastic. The way he was making her feel was so overwhelming, Jayla couldn’t think straight. She was supposed to be in charge and yet somehow Stefano was in control. He teased and squeezed her ass before his hand traveled lower and tickled her intimate folds. Jayla trembled beneath his touch, and her arms draped over his shoulders were the only thing keeping her from falling. His tongue was wet and wild and his fingers fast and furious. He was too much and not enough at the same time. The feel, the taste. He was so delicious and his tongue so confident she didn’t know how she was going to make it through the night without melting into a puddle on the floor.
* * *
Dios mío!
Tonight surpassed any thoughts or images he’d had of the two of them. In fact it surpassed anything he’d done in a long time. Jayla was so sexy and her body soft and warm that he felt as if in a trance. Not that Stefano was complaining. He liked it. He liked it a lot. He enjoyed it so much he wanted more. His fingers slid along the elastic of her panties again, this time hooking into the corner and then yanked hard, ripping the satin.
“I’ll buy you a new pair,” he hissed. Moving fast again, he pulled her panties away and discarded them on the floor. And then he realized she was naked. “Let me look at you,” he whispered as he took a step back. The sight of her body caused his penis to jerk in his shorts. She was gorgeous! A growl slipped from between his lips, while his eyes followed the curves of her hips all the way to the patch of brown curls. Damn, she was so delicious he was ready to speed through the foreplay, bend her over the bed and plunge deeply inside of her. “You’re so beautiful.”
“All yours for your sexual pleasure,” she cooed, eyes dark with lust.
Stefano took her hands and pinned her against the wall. “You sure know how to make a man feel privileged. I would be a fool not to want you…” his voice trailed off again. “The smell of your cum is driving me crazy,” he growled.
The next kiss started off fast, hard and demanding. Her mouth was open and he wasted no time slipping his tongue inside. “I can’t wait to be inside of you,” he murmured against her lips.
Locking his hands behind her back, Stefano dragged her closer until they were pressed together, and then his tongue went deeper into her mouth.
“Tell me you want me, querida.”
She whispered, “I want you.”
He dragged the shirt over his head and tossed it away and then discarded everything else. After slipping on a condom, and in record time, he was back, standing in front of her. He cupped her ass, drawing her against him before his mouth traveled downward to her nipples, then sucked one into his mouth.
“Stefano!” Jayla cried as his tongue circled her nipple. “Please .…”
“Please what?” He grazed the peak with his teeth. “Do you want me to stop?” Stefano trailed his hand down across her abdomen and then toward her core.
Her head rolled back when she felt his fingers caress her clit. “No, don’t stop.” Jayla bit her lip and then moaned again.
“You like that?” he asked as he parted her folds and delved deeper.
She whimpered in response. The sound was arousing, sending heat racing in every direction, and then suddenly Stefano stopped and dropped to his knees. Jayla’s eyes fluttered open.
“What are you doing?” she asked, staring down at him.
“I’m about to make you feel good.”
* * *
His voice held a hint of a promise.
Tremors ripped over her while Stefano licked a path up her thighs. Looking down, Jayla began trembling when she realized he was staring at her.
“You smell good,” he moaned.
Before she could respond, Stefano’s tongue slipped out and stroked her kitty.
Arousal stimulated her brain. Never had anything felt like this. She wanted to scream and demand he stop, but instead she started whimpering. With a mind of its own, her body rocked and followed the rhythm of his tongue, meeting his strokes. Jayla rested her hands on his shoulders while her body quivered and shook. “Yes,” she panted. “That feels good.”
Stefano sucked and licked some more, then flicked her clit between his lips. Jayla tried to pull away, but he grabbed onto her ass, immobilizing her. Never had a man, not even Nicholas, brought her such pleasure. She twisted beneath his tongue, moved her hands to his shoulders and held on as her body began to contract. “Stefano…don’t…stop…I’m about to…” A cry ripped from her lips as she exploded. “Yesss, oh yesss!” Jayla whimpered his name, as she was hit with one wave that was immediately met by another. Stefano continued to lap at her until her muscles relaxed and her breathing slowed.
Stefano closed the distance between them, gripped her ass and was lifting her off the ground.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
There was a wolfish glint in his eyes. Jayla held her breath then released it in a slow exhale as he pushed inside her.
Oh damn! Stefano gave her a few seconds to adjust, then he was riding her, fucking her so hard she started chanting his name.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he ordered and, with his assistance, she crossed her ankles just above his ass then he was plunging deeper and harder. Jayla was moaning and crying at the same time and was seconds away from the moment ending when she felt his erection tighten and then pulse.
“Jayla,” he hissed.
“Yes…yesss!” she wailed, then exploded around his cock. Stefano groaned and thrust long, hard and deep before his body bucked and drove home with release. Sagging against the wall, she exhaled.
Stefano steered her over to the bed and they both fell onto the king-size mattress, laughing and panting. The silence of the night stole over her as his heartbeat slowed and her breathing eased. Confusion erupted at the pit of her stomach with the overwhelming urge to lean in close, desperate for the warmth and comfort of his body. And yet, she shoved the feeling aside, hard and fast, before she did something ridiculous like drift off to sleep.
Bringing his lips to hers, he trailed light kisses while whispering words of endearment in Spanish. She had no idea what he was saying, but the sound of his voice had her body heating for round two. Quickly, she drew back to look at him. Stefano was gazing at her, eyes filled with pleasure and something else she couldn’t decipher. He then shook his head as if he was trying to find the words to say what was on his mind. She froze. If he did…, if he asked her to stay, then there was no way she could walk away tonight. But she had to go, because if she didn’t, then her heart and mind were in jeopardy.
* * *
Wow! Was one word Stefano could use to describe what had just happened between them. He would have also defined it as explosive, fierce and earth-shattering.
He went to the bathroom long enough to discard the condom, relieve himself, then return to the bed. Lying there, he stared at Jayla. She was so beautiful and sexy. A man would be a fool not to claim a woman like her and hold onto her. He was allowing the thought to swirl around in his head when she sighed and then rose from the bed. Grinning, his eyes followed her as she walked across the floor, her ass bouncing with each step. He thought she was headed into the bathroom when he noticed her reach down for her dress and then lower it over her head.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to my room and get some rest. We have a long day tomorrow,” she explained and didn’t bother to look at him as she spoke.
Stefano jackknifed on the bed as he watched her wiggle the dress down over her lush hips. “Stay here with me tonight.”
She met his eyes, but only to shake her head and say, “No, I want to sleep in my own bed. Maybe another night.”
“I’ll make it worth your while.” He reached down and grabbed his dick that was already hard and ready for round two.
She looked down at this crotch and he could see something in her eyes that said she really wanted to, before she looked away. “Maybe later.” Jayla moved over to the mirror and started fixing her ponytail. “You planning on going to the beach?” she asked, staring at his reflection.
“Absolutely.” He sat up on the bed. “I would like to spend the day with you.” Stefano rose and noticed the way her eyes widened as her gaze traveled down to his cock and back to meet his eyes.
“Uh sure, that would be great,” she stammered. “How about we meet in the lobby for breakfast?” And, before he could walk over and kiss her goodbye, she waved and hurried out the room.
What the hell just happened? He thought as he raked a hand across his head and stared at the door long after Jayla had departed. It was almost as if she was afraid of him. Stefano brushed aside the ridiculous observation and took a quick shower, then lay in bed listening to the few guests arriving late to their rooms who were roaming the hallways.
Jayla’s perfume still lingered in the space and he inhaled deeply and closed his eyes as visions of her danced before him. Why did she leave? he asked himself and realized he was only frustrating himself as he tried to figure out Jayla Parker. The woman he had wanted in high school was back in his life and she was the same girl, but yet so different.
He turned on his side with his eyes closed and tried counting backwards, trying to fall asleep, but instead he saw images of her sauntering into the gymnasium. Stefano groaned. The next few days were going to require a lot of hard work.
But he had never been a quitter.
* * *
Jayla swiped her keycard and hurried into the room and locked the door. Her entire body was shaking as she slid down onto the floor laughing, nervously. She had done it! It had been no easy task. In fact, it had been hard as hell. But in the end she had stuck to her plan, and she had managed to walk away.
And it had so been worth every second.
Sex with Stefano was like nothing she had ever experienced in her life, and the look on his face when they both reached their orgasm… Oh my! His eyes had been wide and dark, burning with fire. The moment had been worth every second, but she had to keep her guard up with him. He was sexy and sincere, and she had never been able to separate her heart from her body, which made that military police officer armed and dangerous. So dangerous that it took everything she’d had to leave him tonight. But she had to. The last thing she wanted was to have stayed in his bed and he wake up in the morning anxious for her to leave. Nope. She had done the right thing. She needed to stay in control and keep experiencing everything Stefano had to offer.
She rose from the floor and went into the bathroom long enough to shower and then climbed into bed. Jayla tried not to think about how much better it would have felt if Stefano was holding her as she drifted off to sleep…but it was useless.
7
Stefano arrived in the lobby for breakfast as they had planned. Several other guests, a few he even recognized, were already either seated or helping themselves to the buffet. A quick sweep of the dining room revealed Jayla wasn’t anywhere in sight. Women. They would be late to their own funeral, he thought with a smile, but as gorgeous as she was, it would be worth every second.
After Jayla had left him last night, he had eventually fallen asleep only to spend the rest of the night tossing and turning with erotic thoughts and dreams of her naked body, big chocolate eyes, and the soft moans she made when he was stroking deep inside her.
He took a moment to contemplate if he should just go ahead and get a table or wait for her to arrive, when he felt someone tapping him on his shoulder. He swung around to find Chelsea, a former Dixon High School cheerleader. With a quick sweep, he noticed she had packed on quite a few pounds since their senior year.
“Stefano how are you?” she exclaimed, long blonde ponytail swinging as she spoke. “I barely had a chance to talk to you the other night.” Before he replied the short, stout woman wrapped her chubby arms around his neck and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
With a bit of effort, he finally extracted her hold on him and stared down at all the makeup caked on her face as he spoke, “Sorry, it was really busy last night. I barely made my rounds.”
“I was hoping you and I could spend the day together at the beach. You know…like old times.” Chelsea batted her eyelashes the way she had in high school whenever she wanted her way. Back then the gesture was sexy, yet now he found it a little too immature for his taste.
“Wait until you see my swimsuit.” Her smile was mischievous, as she pressed her tiny breasts against his chest.
“I’m sure it’s very nice,” he murmured, uncomfortably, and leaned back from a second attempt at a kiss. “Look, Chelsea, I’m –”
“Steph, I refuse to take no for an answer,” she blurted with determination. “Think about all the catching up we can do. I’m now the CEO of Daddy’s company.”
He pried her fingers from around his forearm. “That’s good. I’m really happy for you.” All she used to rave about was her father’s textile firm, and he was sincerely pleased to hear years of talking it up had finally worked in her favor.
“Now, I’m ready to finally settle down and start a family.” Her smile widened and then her arms were around his neck again, as she practically flung herself at him. “But first, I need a good man in my life.”
“Good man? Wow, really?”
Stefano cussed under his breath before he turned to see Jayla strutting his way. The beauty was wearing a lemon-color, tank top that accentuated her generous breasts and denim shorts that showed off a pair of shapely, dark legs. Her arms were folded and her eyes were narrowed. Dios. She looked good. All energetic and vibrant, face natural, with her hair loose and hanging over her shoulders.
Somehow he managed to release Chelsea’s arms and then turned toward Jayla as she drew near. “Buenos Días, Jae.”
She gave him an exaggerated eye roll, then stopped and stood in front of the two, with a fist planted at her waist. Stefano had hoped Chelsea would have gotten the hint and moved on, yet instead she stood there sizing her up, the way women do.
“Isn’t this cozy?” Jayla replied, with a predatory smile, as she looked from him to Chelsea and back to him, eyes narrowed. “Don’t let me interrupt you two,” she hissed, then stormed over to a table in the far corner of the dining room.
Her reaction caught Stefano totally off guard.
“Is something going on between the two of you?” Chelsea asked.
He scratched his head. “Yes, there is.” If he hadn’t seen it for himself, he would have never believed it.
Jayla Parker was jealous.
Just the idea had him chuckling.
Chelsea frowned. “What’s so funny?”
“Not you. Trust me. It’s that woman there.” He swung around and pointed directly at Jayla who was seated facing the two of them. Go figure. She was not only jealous, but watching his every move.
“Okay, you’ve lost me,” Chelsea asked, brow raised in confusion.
He gazed into her large green eyes and smirked. “What I’m saying is that woman there likes me, and a few minutes ago I realized just how much I like her, too.”
“Does that mean you aren’t going to hang out with me on the beach today?”
Stefan shook his head. “That means I won’t be spending time with any woman this weekend, but that sexy one glaring over in this direction,
” he explained.
Chelsea gave him a blank stare. “I’m not following you. I thought last night you told me you were single?”
“I was. But after last night things changed. I realized there is only one woman I want to be with.” He’d been around enough women to know what he felt with Jayla was different. And no way in hell was he about to mess things up.
He spotted a waitress leaving Jayla’s table. “Will you excuse me,” he began, apologetically. “I need to go and join my girl.” He lightly caressed Chelsea’s cheek, then did a military about-face and marched over to Jayla. Her arms were crossed, and she didn’t look too happy. Stefano marched right over and kissed her on the mouth.
“What the… What was that for?’ she shrieked as she made a show of wiping away his kiss, as if that was even possible.
“That’s how I’m supposed to treat my girl,” he informed her and lowered in the seat across from her.
“Your girl?” she gawked.
“Yes, my girl.”
He noticed her eyes widen with fear. “I don’t know where you got that ridiculous idea from. I’m not looking for a man.”
She was angry and it only made her look that much more beautiful. “Have you ordered yet?”
“Just coffee,” she said with a dismissive wave. “And don’t change the subject.”
Grinning, he reached for his menu. “What subject is that?”
“You know what I’m talking about!”
“Oh Chelsea? She was a cheerleader, remember?”
“Yes, the one you used to date.”
“So you remember,” he said and smiled. “She asked to spend the day with me at the beach, but I told her I already had plans to spend the day with my girl.”
“You do?” He saw the exact moment his words registered. “With who…, me? Are you crazy? Why would you tell people that?” she snapped, impatiently.
Before Stefano could respond the waitress reemerged carrying a pot of coffee. She filled Jayla’s mug and he flipped his cup over and then requested a made-to-order omelet and bacon. The whole time his eyes were on Jayla, who was fuming. She has no idea how beautiful she is when she’s angry. Stefano poured sugar into his coffee, while she muttered off an order of a buttery croissant and scrambled eggs.
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