I Want (Enamorado Book 2)

by Ella Fox

  He grinned and gestured to the center of the bed. “I’m about to make you hotter. Scoot back so that I can join you.”

  While I did as he instructed, he kicked his shoes off. When he took a step toward the bed, I held up my hand. “You’re ridiculously overdressed, Alejandro. Take off your jeans and your tee shirt so that we’re on a level playing field.”

  His eyes flashed fire as he divested himself of his clothes and socks. I was surprised by how arousing it was to watch him watching me as he undressed. If I’d had the slightest doubt about how much he wanted me, the look in his eyes would’ve taken care of it.

  I’d seen him in swim trunks several times, but it was a new experience to see him in his black Armani briefs—probably because it was very apparent that he was hard.

  When he got onto the bed and reached for me I broke out in gooseflesh all over my body. The man was a sight to behold fully clothed—darn near naked; he was a god. I went into his arms easily, like the spot had been made just for me. The air seemed to crackle with electricity when his gaze locked onto mine. I laid my hands on his arms and slowly started gliding them upward.

  “I wish there were a way to explain just how much I love your touch on my skin,” he said. “It is everything, Kaya. Everything.”

  The sexy-growly tone of his voice set off a chain reaction throughout my body. I leaned in closer to him and let out a soft sigh when his breath feathered against my lips. Instead of kissing me right away he stayed where he was, not moving a muscle as the anticipation built. I’d never realized that not kissing could be so erotic. My entire body was alight with sensation, the sound of our breathing the only sound in the room. When I couldn’t take it any longer, I slid my hand behind his neck and brought him close enough that our lips finally touched.

  He let out a sexy chuckle before he kissed me senseless, his hands running up and down my thighs as we kissed, the feeling almost more than I could withstand. I felt hot and feverish, like molten lava burbled just beneath the surface of my skin. When I felt his fingers at the clasp of my bra, I tore my lips from his because I had to gasp for air. He was too much and not enough all at once, the most perfect symphony of feeling I’d ever experienced in my life. I shivered as the bra came undone and the straps slid down my arms, the look on his face and the feeling of the lace against my skin working together to make me crazy.

  Alejandro let out a growl when my bra fell all the way down, exposing me to him fully. “So perfect,” he rumbled as he reached out and cupped one in each hand. My clit throbbed when he traced his thumbs over my nipples.

  He followed me forward when I arched my spine and leaned back on my elbows. Leaning in close, he licked first my right breast and then my left, working back and forth between the two. “Alejandro,” I whispered, a shiver running through my body as my nipples grew impossibly harder.

  I needed my hands free so that I could touch him, so I lifted my elbows from the mattress and dropped down onto my back. He didn’t miss a beat, his mouth staying on my nipple as he followed me down. I reveled in the feeling of his trimmed beard against my skin, the way it drew the blood to the surface as he moved back and forth between my breasts almost more than I could stand.

  His pupils were blown when he lifted his head to look at me. “Tu piel sabe como el cielo.”

  I cupped his jaw between my thumb and forefinger as I smiled down at him. “In English.”

  He laughed and leaned back down to run his tongue between my breasts. “I’m not even certain I speak proper Spanish when I’m with you,” he groaned.

  “Is… is that what you said?” I whimpered as his tongue ran a trail from breast to breast.

  He shook his head. “No. I said that you taste like heaven. This is one hell of an appetizer but now, Belleza, I’m going in for the main course.”

  If vapor locking was a thing, I did it as he slowly began inching his way down my body. His large hands went to either side of my waist as he licked and kissed every inch of my stomach. I giggled like an idiot when he dipped his tongue into my belly button and wiggled it around, then lost my breath again completely when he positioned his face over my aching center. Leaning in close, he nuzzled me through the lace.

  “So perfect,” he groaned.

  “Oh wow,” I squeaked.

  If just that small touch was enough to make me weak, there was no doubt that I was going to combust when he took the underwear off. I held my breath when he grabbed the sides of my panties and tugged, sitting up on his knees as he brought them down my legs.

  “Pull your knees back,” he commanded when he’d gotten the panties that far.

  When I did as he instructed, he let out a tortured sound as his gaze locked between my legs.

  “Jesus,” he murmured. I licked my lips and watched him watching me as he pulled the underwear all the way off and tossed them over his shoulder. When I went to straighten my legs, he stopped me.

  “No,” he growled. “Keep them bent and open your legs more. I can’t stop looking, Kaya. Your little pussy is perfection.”

  I’d never had anyone do what he was about to and the anticipation was almost killing me. I’d read enough romance to know what was coming and even though I was mildly terrified, I was also desperate for him to do it. I whispered his name when he leaned in and nuzzled me again, this time without the barrier of lace between us.

  “You know how I love your cotton candy scent?”

  I nodded. “Mm hmm.”

  “It’s even better down here, Belleza.”

  I blushed from the tip of my toes to the roots of my hair as he inhaled again. “Fuck, I want you,” he groaned.

  I opened my mouth to tell him I wanted him, too, but my words disappeared when he touched his tongue to me for the first time. As I said, I read romance. I knew it was going to at least be reasonably good as long as I wasn’t overcome with nerves. I was overcome, but not by nerves. For me, it was like taking a shot of lust into my veins.

  I arched my back as he ran his hands up the back of my thighs and spread me wider, growling low in his throat as he worked his tongue on me. The heat and wetness of it was driving me insane and, like every other area of my body, the feeling of his scruff against my skin was an absolute aphrodisiac. “Oh, my… Alejandro,” I moaned, rolling my head from side to side as I fisted the sheets with pleasure. “Don’t ever stop.”

  I loved it so much I could barely stand it. I’d been alive for twenty-one plus years but for the first time I felt like every single cell in my body was awake and alert at the same time. Sensation bombarded me, slamming into me again and again like waves crashing onto the shore.

  My breathing grew more labored as he worked first one and then two fingers inside of me, my arousal coating his fingers as he moved them in and out. I let go of the comforter and slid my hands into his hair as I begged for more. I felt wild and out of control as gargantuan rushes of pleasure coursed through my veins at lightning speed. The way he circled my clit with his tongue was nothing short of masterful. Every time I thought I couldn’t go any higher, he somehow took me to another level.

  “Oh God,” I squeaked, “There. Right there. It’s… I’m—ah!”

  I arched my back and used his hair for leverage as I thrashed up against his tongue. “There,” I whimpered. “There!”

  When he sucked my clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the very top, I came. “Alejandro,” I yelled. “Oh God, Alejandro!”

  Behind my eyes, there was a kaleidoscope of color as I reached my peak and his name rolled off my tongue in a whispered litany. He brought me down gently, letting the sensations ebb completely before he stopped. When I could breathe quasi-normally, I opened my eyes and smiled at him in some sort of wonder. Note to self, I thought, sexy Spaniards know how to use their tongues.

  He grinned at me wolfishly as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them.

  “That was… wow,” I said.

  “If you called me in the middle of a meeting and told me
you needed me to come home and do that immediately, I’d break every speed limit from Woodland Hills to Malibu in order to get to you faster. I loved that, Belleza, and I plan on doing it as often as humanly possible. You’re my addiction.”

  I smiled as he came down over me, claiming my mouth in a kiss that jacked my pulse right back up all over again. When he settled between my thighs, and I felt the cloth barrier between us, I made a sound of annoyance and tugged the waistband down with my fingers. Tearing my mouth from his, I grinned up at him. “Naked,” I commanded. “Make it happen.”

  Alejandro groaned as he pushed up and off of first me, and then the bed. I gulped down a mouthful of air when he took the briefs off, and his sizable erection was exposed to me for the first time. His body was a masterpiece of muscle, to begin with. That he looked the way he did naked was almost too much for me to take.

  He stood still as I raked my eyes over him hungrily and tried to commit the moment to memory. I never wanted to forget the first time I saw him naked. When my gaze reached his face, I found him watching me through hooded eyes. He let out a tortured groan when I licked my lips and used my hand to gesture for him to come closer.

  When he got back onto the bed and came over to me, and I felt us as skin on skin for the first time, I swallowed back tears. Something about it felt so monumental I couldn’t look away from him for even an instant. He nodded at me once before he cupped my face in his hands and kissed me, all the finesse of our previous kisses giving way to something so carnal and uninhibited I could barely breathe. I moaned as he reached down, placed his erection against my sex and began to rock back and forth. He set his forearms down on either side of my head, bracketing me within his space as he moved with slow and deliberate strokes.

  “You feel so fucking good,” he rasped.

  “Inside,” I whimpered. “Please.”

  He shook his head. “I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life, but the condoms I bought are at home.”

  Somehow even birth control talk was sexy when it was coming from him. I widened my legs and bucked up against him.

  “I’m on the pill.”

  I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that if he weren't clean, he would’ve told me before, so it wasn’t a concern.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Positive. I take them every day.”

  He barked out a laugh as he stopped moving. “Nice, Kaya. I meant are you sure you want to do this with nothing between us? Nothing would please me more, but your comfort comes first.”

  That. That was how I knew he would never do anything to hurt me. Alejandro Cruz wasn’t the Mr. Rogers type, but the reality was that he didn’t need to be, because he was better.

  “I don’t want anything between us,” I answered.

  The expression on his face when I said that was so incredibly sexy that I felt like the world’s most accomplished seductress.

  “You’re going to need to spread your legs wide, Belleza. I felt how tight you were around my fingers,” he growled.

  “Let’s do this,” I murmured.

  He groaned as he reached between us, grabbed his stiff length and tapped the head of it against my clit a half dozen times. “Please,” I whimpered. “I just want you inside of me.”

  I whimpered as he guided himself down to my opening and began pushing himself inside. “Fuck, Kaya,” he whimpered. “So goddamn tiny.”

  I clutched his back as he sank deeper. “Oh God,” I whimpered. “That’s so… so, so good.”

  He rocked in and out slowly, sinking in a bit further every few strokes. My heart raced, and my skin tingled as my body struggled to accommodate his size.

  “Alejandro,” I cried. “So full.”

  There were beads of sweat on his forehead as he looked up from watching himself sink into me, and caught my eye. “You’re so fucking perfect, Belleza. I’ve never seen anything as hot as your tiny little pussy taking my dick.”

  I spread my legs further and met his thrust when he pushed in a bit more. “That’s my good girl,” he praised. “Take it all, Kaya. It’s going to feel so good inside of you.”

  The friction was incredible, better than I’d ever imagined sex could be. He stopped moving and emitted a tortured sounding groan when he was finally seated all the way inside of me.

  “You have all of me now, Belleza.”

  I shuddered as I squeezed my internal muscles and let out a little cry.

  “Move,” I begged. “Show me everything.”

  He came in close and kissed me hard as he held onto my ass and began thrusting in and out at a faster pace. “So tiny,” he groaned when he ripped his lips from mine, “so fucking tight. I never knew it could feel like this.”

  I gasped and whimpered as he sawed in and out, the sensation of him inside of me more than I ever could have hoped for. “Alejandro.”

  His eyes blazed as he stared into mine and drove me past the point of insanity. “So good, so good,” I wailed as the mattress squeaked beneath us.

  I lifted my hips to meet him thrust for thrust, the expression on his face as he watched me so erotic I could barely breathe. “Show me how you play with your tits when you’re alone,” he ordered.

  With anyone else, I’d have been too embarrassed, but with him, I did it because I wanted to. After licking the thumb and forefinger on each hand, I trailed them down to my breasts and began tweaking my nipples. Soft and slow at first and then harder and faster to match the intensity of his thrusts.

  “You’re so fucking hot,” he growled.

  The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air around as he went faster. “Your little pussy is so wet, and the way you squeeze my cock is so fucking good, Belleza.”

  I gasped when he altered the way he was thrusting in, and his erection started rubbing against something inside of me that made every thrust a thing of beauty. “Oh Jesus,” I wailed. “That… more! Harder.”

  He nodded, his eyes darting between watching me play with my nipples, watching himself moving in and out of me, and staring down at me hungrily.

  “So good, Kaya. So fucking good. Your pussy feels amazing.”

  I’d never have thought it could be, but the dirty talk was unbelievably hot. I clenched around him, my arousal growing with every word he said.

  When he balanced himself on his left hand and reached between us to rub my clit, I threw my head back and yelled his name. The chalk painted headboard I’d worked on for hours after Emery and I found it at a yard sale in Malibu banged against the wall with every punishing thrust.

  “I’m… oh shit, Alejandro! I’m coming. I’m coming!”

  ‘Fuck, yes,” he groaned. “God that’s fucking good.”

  I came hard, my orgasm growing in size as he unleashed and began pounding into me with short, punishing strokes.

  “Kaya,” he roared. “Fuck, Belleza! I’m coming.”

  I felt every single bit of his release as his warmth spilled inside of me. I clutched his arms, turned my head and cried as my orgasm crested.

  “Alejandro!”

  “Mi Belleza, mi amante, mi corazón,” he chanted as he jerked inside of me frantically. “Lo eres todo.”

  I wrapped my arms around him and held on tight as he shook above me. When it was over, he stayed inside me and rolled onto his side, taking me with him. We stared at each other in silence for a minute or two as we caught our breath. As we did, Alejandro traced my face with his right hand.

  He broke the silence first. “You’re incredible,” he said quietly.

  “Right back at you,” I whispered.

  “Today went from the worst day ever to the best day of my life,” he said as he cupped my face and kissed me softly.

  Any tiny little bit of myself that I’d been holding in reserve melted at his words. I was absolutely one hundred percent head over heels in love with Alejandro Cruz.

  20

  Alejandro

  Although I'd been almost two years into a celibate phase, before Kaya, I would'
ve said that I liked sex. A lot. I suspected it was why I'd made a lot of really shitty choices as far as partners went when I was younger.

  With Kaya, I realized that whatever it was I'd liked about having sex before her was nothing but a weak imitation. I wasn't stupid—I knew a huge difference was that I hadn't just had sex with Kaya—I'd made love to her from beginning to end. That accounted for some of the change but not all of it. The pleasure I'd gotten from touching, tasting, loving and being inside of her was light years ahead of anything I'd ever experienced. In some ways, it felt a lot like being a virgin. Everything was new and uncharted with her—deeper in every single way. I felt more, I came harder, and in the aftermath, I didn't experience my typical disconnect.

  After we cuddled and talked for a few minutes, she'd pulled my shirt on and gone to the bathroom. While she was busy, I put my boxer briefs back on and used the bathroom in the hallway before I made my way downstairs to make eggs, sausage, and toast. I'd only eaten half at dinner, and Kaya had taken two measly bites, which meant I knew she'd be starving. I admit I had a cocky grin on my face as I recalled exactly how she'd worked up such an appetite.

  I knew she was there about two seconds before she propped her hip on the counter next to the stove next to where I was standing.

  “That’s a devious look,” she laughed.

  I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively as I flipped the over easy eggs I was cooking. “Just thinking about everything that went on upstairs and how incredible you are.”

  Her cheeks flushed. “Yeah?”

  “I’ll be remembering that experience for the rest of my life, Belleza.”

  Her eyes softened as she traced her thumb over her lower lip and smiled. “Me too,” she said softly.

  She looked so unbelievably gorgeous standing there in my shirt; her hair pulled up into a messy bun and her legs bare. She was so petite that my shirt hung almost to her knees and somehow that was even sexier.

  "Keep looking at me like that, and we'll be wasting another meal," she said softly.

  Every part of me wanted to do just that, but I held myself back when I heard her stomach growl. “You need to eat.”