“I love when a woman gets straight to the point.”
“Really?” she purred. “What I want is to wrap my lips around your dick.”
His brow rose. “I like the sound of that.”
“Raise your arms over your head,” she ordered.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Jayla lifted the shirt over his head, tossed it onto the bed, then smoothed a long nail down his chest. Stefano shuddered under her touch. His response was the encouragement she needed. She stepped back long enough to remove her shorts and t-shirt and stood in front of him in her yellow bikini.
“Muy bonita.”
“Did you just call me pretty?” she cooed, then moved forward until her breasts brushed across his bare chest.
“Si, absolutely.”
She swayed and dropped kisses to his skin. Stefano was strong and firm, just the way a man should be.
He brought his hands to rest at her waist as she licked his throat, neck, and shoulders. His muscles jumped, and it wasn’t long before she felt his erection thrusting against her stomach. Feeling triumphant, she slowly slid down his body, kissing and licking, stopping here and there.
“Shit!” he hissed and then flinched as her tongue laved his nipple.
“You like that?” She resisted a grin.
“I like everything you do.”
Jayla slid a talon fingernail down across his well-defined chest until her hand rested at his zipper, and the head of his dick was straining against the material. She unfastened his shorts, and they dropped to his ankles. His erection was bulging behind a pair of swim shorts.
“These are still wet,” she told him.
“Then take them off,” he breathed between his teeth.
“Yes, Sir.” Jayla slid her fingers along his skin, then across the wide band of elastic and lowered them. “What do we have here?” She purred and heard his sharp intake of breath. Jayla allowed her fingers to travel through dark, fine hairs. She had done nothing more than lean forward and blow a puff of warm air across the head of his penis, and his knees trembled.
“Shit,” he muttered.
Excitement swept through her body as she slid a hand down the rigid shaft, measuring all those beautiful inches. Evidence of her own arousal dampened her bikini with anticipation. While holding his dick, she began stroking him from base to tip.
“Oh damn. You are full of surprises.” His voice sounded a little strained.
Jayla gave a laugh. “I’m just getting started.”
She slid her tongue across the head, savoring the taste of precum causing Stefano to buck and moan.
She had intended to keep on teasing him. Her tongue glided along the entire length while her hands massaged his scrotum. Stefano’s legs were quivering and her body was on fire. She was anxious to have him inside of her again.
Jayla retraced the damp path to the head and nibbled; all the while, her hands rested on each of his thighs. Stefano’s hand came around and rested at her head. Jayla found him looking down at her, eyes wide with lust.
“Open wide, Jae.”
Obediently, she parted her lips and as soon as he pushed inside, she closed her mouth around him.
“That’s it, now suck me.”
Jayla drew forward until she felt the tip at the back of my throat, then bobbed her head back and forth in a seductively, slow tempo. Again and again.
Stefano was still watching. Eyes glazed. Lips parted.
“You like watching me suck your dick?” Jayla asked, with just the head between her lips.
“Ahhhh, yesss,” he hissed. “You look so sexy.”
He continued to watch her and she closed her eyes and sucked him deep into her mouth. Jayla rolled her tongue around him until he had both hands holding onto her head. With each thrust of his hips, Stefano’s breath was unsteady and labored.
His response gave her the confidence to suck harder. Stefano’s moans increased and he rocked his hips, using his hands to guide her head, sending his dick farther down her throat, determined for her to take everything he had to offer.
To control the moves, Jayla used her hands and tongue, feeling him as he swelled in her mouth.
“Awww…damn…that’s good,” he gasped, and she felt his thighs tensing.
Smiling, Jayla licked him with long, flat strokes of her tongue, then took him to the hilt. Moaning, Stefano grabbed her hair, and pumped wildly in and out of her mouth.
He arched his back. “Take … all … this dick,” he ground out.
“I like when you talk dirty.” She breathed and allowed his cock to slide out from between her lips before sucking him deep inside her mouth again. Then it was vigorous. Deep and fast, while her fingers squeezed tightly around the base of his penis.
“No mas,” he growled and then he was lifting her to her feet. When she released his cock, there was a loud suction sound. Stefano pushed her against the hotel room wall, then kissed her along her neck. After he untied her bikini top, Stefano tossed it aside, then started licking and stroking her breasts until her head fell back with a gasp of pleasure.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he hissed.
Cupping her breasts, he licked with his tongue before gently sucking and Jayla moaned aloud. It was sweet torture.
Legs shaking, body vibrating, she brought her hands to his shoulder to keep her from collapsing onto the floor.
“Please, Stefano,” she whimpered.
Stefano lifted his head and stared at her his eyes smoldering with scarcely controlled hunger. “I love the way you say my name,” he said softly, a muscle at his cheek twitching.
Her lips parted with pleasure. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. And she never felt more desirable in her life.
Yearning exploded inside her, and she reached out and dragged his mouth down over hers, while she ran her hand over the warm hard expanse of his chest and along his rigid stomach. With a low growl, he broke his mouth away from hers, his breath as uneven as hers.
She loved the way his bare chest felt grazing her nipples. The contact was warm and arousing. Stefano sucked at her neck, heating her body to dangerous levels. Jayla raked her nails across his back as she kissed his chest, running her tongue along his flesh.
“Take off the bikini.” His tone was rough and impatient. He felt it too. This thing between them that had her blood heating.
While he grabbed a condom, Jayla yanked down the bikini bottoms. Stefano growled against her lips then with both hands he cupped her ass and lifted her up off the floor. Jayla brought her legs up around his hips and she felt his cock nudging between her legs.
“Now!” he growled and she was back against the wall as Stefano pushed hard inside her with one furious thrust. Their tongues danced and her hips rocked against him while Stefano stroked, long and hard.
“Yes,” she cried out and fought for control. But her body refused to obey or listen, and searched for release. Cursing, Stefano pulled out and plunged into her again.
She was so wet that with each thrust she cried out. In an instant, the intensity increased and Stefano was pumping faster, gritting his teeth. He was trying to hold on and so was she, but climax was inevitable. Moments later, Jayla’s eyelids raised in surprise as she came—cries ripped from between her lips, nails dug into his shoulders. He responded by repeatedly driving into her again and again, until she thought she would die from the prolonged pleasure. And then they were crying out each other’s names, and Stefano buried himself so deep. He finally exploded, head whipping back, the cords of muscle standing out at his neck as he came. Jayla clung to him while he emptied, and as soon as he was spent, she unhooked her legs from around him, sliding down until she stood and he felt a sense of loss as their bodies pulled apart.
Stefano carried her over to the bed where she collapsed onto one of the plush pillows and sighed. He leaned against her, his panting breath, like hers, slowly returning to normal.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” she sighed. “I feel amaz
ing.”
He chuckled. “So do I.”
He moved behind her, holding her, stroking his fingers along the contours of her body as they fell asleep.
9
Jayla made it back to her room, showered and while still wrapped in her towel she fell across the bed.
“Why? Why?” she groaned out loud.
She was in trouble. If she didn’t know it before, she definitely knew it now.
How in the world did I get myself in this mess?
When she decided to attend the reunion and live for the moment, she had no idea that moment would lead to her falling for Stefano again, only this time she was falling harder than ever. He was a wonderful, compassionate man who had so many layers to him and that’s what made things so complicated. Not that things weren’t already complicated enough. He lived in Nevada, she lived in Utah. He was in the Air Force and she was civil service. They were living lives that were the same, but so different. There was no way the two of them could continue what they had started. Or could they? She rolled over and brushed aside that ridiculous idea. The reunion weekend was all about living for the moment, not the future. She wasn’t looking for a Mr. Right, just a Mr. Right Now and Stefano was perfect. Almost too perfect, she groaned.
Jayla turned onto her side and closed her eyes; immediately images of Stefano were dancing before her. He was truly something special. Despite all of his obstacles, he had refused to be a victim, and in the end he prevailed. The man oozed with confidence and she was drawn to that, not to mention he was a magnificent lover and then there was his beautiful face and body. What was there not to like about him? Any woman would be glad to have someone like him to call her own.
So then, what’s the problem?
The problem was that the trip wasn’t supposed to be about starting a relationship or looking for love. Instead, she just wanted to live for the moment and enjoy everything he had to offer. So why was it she couldn’t remember any of that when she was around him? Instead she caught herself thinking about what it would be like to be able to call him her man and waking up beside him every morning for the rest of her life. Yep, ridiculous stuff.
Last night they had joined her cousin and Marquis at the CineBistro and had a wonderful evening of dinner, an action movie, and then they had moved out to The Score, a hotspot across the theatre’s lobby, and played a few rounds of pool while a deejay spun the latest hits. All through the evening there had been the subtle touches, the light kisses, and the intense looks Stefano had sent her way. And then afterwards, he had taken her back to the hotel and made love to her all night.
The more time she spent with him, the deeper she was falling for him. And it was a problem. A super huge problem, because once again she was setting herself up for heartbreak. And yet, even knowing that, she couldn’t stay away. She had to see him, her body craved his touch, and her mind yearned to hear his voice.
Enough!
How in the world was it possible for something that was so wrong for her to feel so freaking amazing?
* * *
“Spill it cuz… I want to hear about everything that’s going on between you and Stefano.”
Jayla blushed, as she thought about Kat’s question. Things were good and all wrong at the same time. “It’s been great.”
“Great?” she chirped and briefly tore her eyes away from the road. “Just great? No way. I saw the way that man was looking at you last night, and there’s more going on than just casual sex.”
Feeling as if she was under a microscope, Jayla lowered the designer sunglasses perched on top of her head and pretended to be shielding the afternoon sun from her eyes. Kat was too damn observant.
They were heading to Virginia Beach to shop for gowns for the formal event that was being held that evening in the grand ballroom at the Hampton Roads Convention Center. Tonight was going to be all about impressing, and Jayla had every intention of making a statement.
“Well,” her cousin began impatiently. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on or not?”
“What’s there to say? Stefano has my head all fucked up.”
“I knew it!” she shrieked.
Immediately Jayla held up her hand. “Uh-uh, slow it down, Kat,” she began, before she made more of things than they really were. “I’ve had enough failed relationships to know people don’t fall in love that fast.”
“Oh my God! You’re in love?” Kat was screaming again.
Jayla placed hands over her ears and replied in a snippy tone, “I didn’t say that.” Or had she?
“Why are you getting upset?”
“I’m not,” she lied. Was that really how she felt? Jayla took a deep breath to calm the pounding of her heart. No way. There was no way she was in love with Stefano. “What I mean is… everything has been happening way too fast and this can’t be anything more than two…two people caught up in the moment.” That man had her so frazzled she was stumbling over her words.
“But what if it’s more than that?”
Kat never knew when to let go. Jayla was so grateful her cousin was driving because if Kat had looked her in the face, she would have noticed how hard she was struggling with the entire situation. One more day and she probably would never see him again, and it bothered her to know she was going back to her boring life, working her boring job and living in her boring apartment. She had felt more alive in the last few days than she had in years, and yet she knew it wouldn’t last. It couldn’t last. She didn’t come here looking for a relationship, just a good time. And that’s what she needed to focus on, otherwise she risked getting her heart broken for the umpteenth time.
“I told you I don’t do long-distance relationships.”
“I don’t understand why not?” Kat replied and Jayla knew her cousin long enough to know she was growing frustrated. “Just think—you don’t have to be bothered with a man all the time, but when you drive to see each other imagine how explosive the weekends would be.”
Jayla was already thinking about how explosive things already were, and yet she refused to allow herself to think beyond the here and now. She was living for the moment. Right now. The moment she allowed her mind to think beyond that, that’s when things always started to go wrong in her life.
“I don’t want to ruin what we have. Stefano is so much fun. I don’t want to try to make more of it than it is and ruin it. He’s in the military, traveling all over the world. Even if I wanted a relationship, it would never work.”
“I don’t get you. Here I am looking for love, while you’re too busy running away from it.”
“I gave up after Nicholas stole all my money. Now I just want to enjoy the moment,” Jayla explained.
Kat let out a few curse words. “You don’t believe that any more than I do.”
Every time she thought about Stefano’s dark eyes sliding over her body, she felt her defensive wall crumbling. She’d never had a man make her feel so sexy and alive before, and that’s what scared her.
“I believe that sometimes we come into each other’s lives for a reason and that doesn’t mean we are meant to always be there.”
“You’re impossible,” Kat muttered under her breath, as she pulled off of I-264 and headed over to the shopping district.
With a heavy breath, Jayla stared out the window. It was amazing how much she had missed about the area—the water, how green everything was, the abundance of places to go and things to do—but other than visiting Kat, she really didn’t have a reason to come back to Virginia. Her parents had relocated, and she lived and worked in Utah. Someday she wanted to settle on where she wanted to lay down permanent roots, but for now, she was content with her small apartment and predictable life.
And if you keep saying it enough, you just might start believing it.
Jayla was still pondering that thought long after they arrived at the boutique. However, once she walked in and was ushered into a dressing room, she decided to quit worrying and get back to enjoying the moment. She slipped
into a charcoal gray dress, then stepped out the room.
“Oh my Jae! That dress was made for you.”
Jayla swung around and faced the mirror, and what she saw made her gasp. Was that really her?
The satin dress was provocative and sexy. One shoulder was left bare and accentuated her large round breasts. The material was figure-hugging, showcasing all of her curves and made her waist look so small and trim. “You really think so??”
Kat nodded. “Hell yeah. You better get it! Here, zip me up so I can see what I look like in this dress.”
Feeling the excitement, Jayla walked over, raised the zipper, then watched as Kat twirled around in a long crepe gown that was like spools of gold on her short, curvy frame.
“You look amazing in that dress.”
“I do, don’t I?” Kat agreed, with a saucy grin. They turned and together stared into the mirror, admiring each other’s gown. “I think tonight we are going to be the hottest things in the building.”
Jayla grinned. All she cared about was witnessing Stefano’s face when he saw her in the dress.
* * *
Stefano glanced at the Marc Jacobs dress watch on his wrist. They were going to be late.
His eyes traveled down to the end of the hall in the direction of Jayla’s hotel room. She had insisted on him waiting for her in the lobby. Women. She was already beautiful, so what was she worried about? Five more minutes, then he was going to get her.
As he paced the gleaming floor, Stefano thought about his afternoon. He had spent the majority of the time checking on his squadron, making sure they were relaxing, and at least trying to enjoy their mandatory leave, as he was. Lucky for him, Jayla had turned out to be the perfect distraction.
Stefano’s stomach tightened hard as memories closed in around him. He was a military police officer, fully-qualified. Every mission, every deployment, they went into it with the probability of one of them not making it, but that thought process had never made it any easier to accept.
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