Back To You (Sweet, Safe, & Sexy AF Romances Book 2)

by Elena M. Reyes

  “Motherfuck,” I hiss out from clenched teeth. I’m done. Jesus Christ, she won.

  “Don’t know that...fuck.”

  “Yeah.” Already, I am heading her way. She’s a vision. Stunning.

  Mila is wearing a short, strapless summer dress in a soft floral print. The top crisscrosses over her chest and then flairs out below her bustline. It’s sweet meets vixen. Hot as fuck.

  Her legs are long, and the tall wedges she’s wearing make my mouth water; their subtle tan color almost matches her skin tone. Those raven locks are tousled in just the way that makes you think of great sex while her lips are a succulent red.

  This woman is my walking wet dream.

  “Hi,” she whispers, a subtle blush on her cheeks. It’s when we’re face to face that I notice her lack of makeup. There’s only a hint of sparkle on her eyelids, kohl liner, and lipstick. None of that other shit that women cake on to feel beautiful. She’s perfect, and I’m tongue-tied. “You okay, Nick?”

  “Y-yeah...” I clear my throat, eyes perusing her lithe form. “Better than, to be honest.”

  “Okay.”

  Her smile is wide as I wave a finger in the air, asking her to twirl for me. “Please.”

  “Seriously?” she asks, amusement shining in her eyes. At my nod, Mila giggles. “Fine.”

  Jesus. Christ.

  She’s simply perfection from every angle.

  “Stunning.” Taking a step closer, I reach up and twirl a piece of her hair around my finger. “It’s as if you were designed specifically for me. Made by God using my dreams.”

  “I don’t know what to say.”

  “Don’t say anything at all.” Releasing her hair, I offer my arm for her to take. “Come on. Let me wine and dine you.”

  “Shouldn’t we wait for Crissy and Evan? I just saw them walk that way?” She’s pointing in the general direction of the exit.

  “They’re not coming with us.”

  Those gorgeous greys widen at my words, and her chest expands with a sharp inhale. “What’re you talking about?”

  “I want you all to myself, Mila. No distractions.” Taking the few steps between us, I cup her face and tilt it up, breathing her in for a second or two before pressing my lips to hers. The kiss is chaste, appropriate for our surroundings, but underneath the tender touch is a simmering inferno of want that scorches my veins. Every part of me feels her. Throbs for her. “You’re killing me, beautiful.” Another peck before I press my forehead to hers, eyes locked. “Let me take you back to my home and feed you…spend the night spoiling you a tiny bit. I’m a fantastic cook and want nothing more than to make this first of many dates special. Spend some time with you while I can.”

  “You had this all planned out, didn’t you?” No anger or fear. Mila is trying hard to fight back her smile, but the tremble in her lips gives her away.

  “Maybe.” I shrug and steal another quick kiss.

  “What if I said no?”

  “You wouldn’t.”

  “Cocky much?”

  “Not really.” Releasing her face, I grab her hand and tuck it into the crook of my arm as I turn to lead her out of the hotel. She chuckles but doesn’t stop me. We make it outside and into my car without a word, and it isn’t until I’m at the red light down the road that I speak again. “I have made-from-scratch tacos Al Pastor, tequila or white wine, and a back terrace that—”

  “You had me at tacos, Nick. Nothing else needs to be said.”

  “You can cook for me any time,” Mila moans out, sitting back while taking the last sip of wine. “Seriously, Nick. Best tacos I’ve ever had.”

  “Good, because I aim to please.” With a wink, I push back from the table, grabbing my plate as I stand. It’s just as I reach out for hers that she mimics my actions. “Sit, baby. You’re my guest.”

  “Hush, boo.” At the way I scrunch my nose, she giggles. “Don’t like the nickname?”

  “Give me something manlier. Gruff.”

  “Like what?” Stopping beside me, she reaches a hand up and taps the tip of my nose. “Lumberjack? Grizzly Adams?”

  “Smart-ass.” And just because I can, I pinch the area just below the curve of her ass. “Work on it. I want something strong and virile.”

  “How about Captain Underpants?” she calls from over her shoulder, already on her way to the kitchen.

  “Not funny,” I grumble, but she hears. Her sweet laugh rings throughout the kitchen as I step inside. The image of her inside my home, doing something so domesticated like rinsing her plate and then placing it inside the washer, fills me with warmth. Makes me hard as a rock.

  Fuck, she looks good right now. Barefoot and with just the bare hint of red on her lips, she’s a vision. Sweet and sexy. My heaven and hell.

  “Are you going to spend the rest of the night staring…” her shoulders are shaking, hand on the counter to hold herself up “…cupcake?”

  The stinker. “Try again, brat.”

  Mila turns to face me, her body leaning against the cabinets. “Woody?”

  “No.”

  “Dr. Hot Butt?”

  “Mila,” I growl low, taking a few steps toward her, not stopping until I am close enough to feel the heat of her body graze my own. “One more, and if you don’t choose wisely, I’m placing you over my knee.”

  “What if I want you to?”

  Before she can blink, I’m on her. Chest to chest. Lips hovering over her surprised ones, I kiss the bottom one and then bite down. “Are you sure you want to tempt me right now? I want you in ways that are illegal—immoral, sweetheart. Don’t tempt this man who’s barely hanging on.”

  Her small pink tongue traces over the plump flesh I just bit. “That’s a shame, Champ. I kind of want you to be a little dirty.”

  “Champ? Explain this one.” Not that I’m not digging it. On the contrary, my chest puffs out and I stand taller.

  With a hand on my chest, Mila pushes me back and then hops up on the counter. Her legs spread a second before she fists my shirt and pulls me between them. I love the feel of her thighs around my waist, the flush on her cheeks, and my cock gives a harsh jerk inside my pants.

  There something in her eye, a twinkle that is dangerous to my sanity.

  “I’m going to call you Champ because you deserve the title. A man that goes into dangerous situations to save lives and offer help is a hero. You are my hero.”

  I’m speechless—those words coming from her lips break something inside of me, and I kiss her with everything that I am. My tongue slips over hers, caressing, memorizing every inch of her mouth as I drown in her taste. She has a unique sweetness that overpowers my senses, and I find myself walking up the stairs with her body wrapped around mine before I realize what is happening.

  However, as I walk us inside my room, I know that this is more than right. I need more. “Stay the night, Mila. Please let me enjoy you…hold you.”

  She leans her forehead against mine. “On one condition.”

  “Anything.”

  “Be a tiny…” nips my chin “…itty bitty…” flicks my lip with her tongue “…bit bad with me.”

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  As soon as the last word passes through her lips, I have her on the bed with my body hovering over hers, just close enough to feel her all around me without pressing for more. I need to make sure that she wants this.

  Wants me.

  “Say it again,” I grunt, voice deep and full of the hunger I am fighting to repress. “Tell me what you want, beautiful.”

  “You.” One word, and it flips my world once more. I’m no longer a civilized man. No, she’s sent me back into a vortex where I’m ruled by carnal needs. Every single muscle in my body responds to her want. The pleasure that ripples through me is almost a religious experience.

  “You’ll have me. Anything you want,” I vow as a shiver runs down my back, and I thrust myself against her cloth-covered core. At once, her thighs part and she cradles me. A perfect fit; those long legs wrap thems
elves around me, and she digs her heels into the small of my back.

  Even through the fabric of my jeans, I feel her as I rub my length over her pussy. I feel her wetness, the pure essence of her arousal as it filters through my pants, leaving a wet spot.

  Fuck, she feels good. Too good, and I look down between us.

  Mila is laying on my bed, thighs spread for me. Her curvy body is arching, wanting my touch, silently begging me to give her the pleasure only I can give.

  Seeing her want for me is a heady feeling. Life’s greatest pleasure will be doing this for her.

  “Touch me, Nick.” It’s low, but I hear it. My eyes snap to hers, and my heart stops once more. Everything with her makes me feel like it’s the first time. The butterflies and nerves, the want and passionate desire she invokes.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Closing the gap between us, I cover her body with mine and kiss her. No rush. Just a slow caress. My hand fists her hair, angling her to my liking, while the other slowly sweeps down the side of her body from her collarbones down to the swell of her chest. Through the thin fabric of her dress, I feel the tight little buds beg for attention, and I cup her. Feel her perfection in my hand, while my thumb swipes over the sensitive tip.

  “More.” She lifts her back, pushing her tit against my palm, the crisscross design of the top of her dress top of her dress slipping lower with each movement. No bra. Mila is bare beneath this scrap of fabric, and my mouth waters. I need to taste her.

  With a swift pull, they bounce free and I am mesmerized. Soft and round, her tits sit high on her chest with small nipples in the same shade of rose as the blush on her cheeks.

  Motherfucking mine. I can’t stop myself from devouring the newly uncovered flesh with hunger, and goose bumps rise all over her skin.

  My eyes stay on hers while I lower my face and flick my tongue over a pebbled tip once, twice, before taking her nipple between my teeth and giving a soft bite. The shock of pleasurable pain on her face will forever be tattooed into memory.

  Her eyes widen and lips part as she sucks in a breath through her teeth. I stop for a second and watch the emotions flitter across her face, and through each expression there isn’t a single complaint. She doesn’t ask me to stop.

  Instead, those grey orbs tell me to do it again. And I do.

  “Oh fuck,” she whimpers. Her thighs tighten around my hips, trying to pull me closer, but I stay as I am. Enjoying her. Slowly.

  “No rush, sweetheart. Relax.” Releasing her, I skim my lips across her chest and latch on to the other tit. How can her skin be so sweet? She tastes of sugar, of this unique saccharine flavor that can only come from her.

  Everything about her speaks to me—she’s been created for me. Of that, I have no doubt.

  Taking a stiff peak between my lips, I tug. “I’m going to enjoy discovering every single inch of you.” Releasing her with a pop, I blow over the wet tip and smile. “Owning you.”

  “Please,” she cries out, bucking her hips to rub against my length. The sight and feel of her wanton need causes a low rumble to build in my chest—it vibrates between our bodies as I snap my hips, meeting her thrust for thrust. “You feel…I’m so close already.”

  Her whine creates a euphoric desperation to see more. Kiss more.

  Explore her from the very top of her head to those cute toes.

  “You need to come, sweetness? Is your pussy needing my attention?”

  “Nick, please…I—”

  “Shhhh,” I hum against the center of her chest, dropping an open-mouthed kiss there. “Just relax. Let me take care of you.” There’s excitement in her eyes, a wonder that tells me more than words can. She’s innocent, and I need to make everything we do special.

  With my tongue I draw patterns on her skin, nipping down her slim stomach as I pull the dress lower. She lifts her hips, helping me remove it a second before it is thrown somewhere behind us. Not that I care where it lands.

  Not one bit when I have an almost naked Mila on my bed. All that is left of her modesty is a miniscule pair of lacy white panties. They’re stretching over her mound, labia peaking out from the very edge.

  I can tell she’s bare, and beads of pre-come leak from my tip. Each time she inhales, I give an involuntary jerk that pulses throughout my entire being.

  “Are you going to stare all day?” While her words are sassy, there is a hint of nervousness in them.

  This is about her. Slow.

  “Your beauty renders me useless at points.” And it’s true. A confession that might make me seem a bit pussy-ish, but if it helps her see that I am just as anxious, she’ll understand that this means a lot to me. She’s not just some chick. She’s my more.

  “Kiss me, Nicholas,” she says, a breathy command that I plan to follow. Taking my T-shirt off, I wink at her and send the cotton in the same direction as her dress. Mila smiles at me, eyes devouring my chest and the tattoos that adorn my skin. She eyes each with hunger, licking her lips as they go lower—down the happy trail that leads to a very hard dick. She crooks a finger at me. “Now.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” Lowering myself over her body, I press our chests together. Feel her. Let her warmth seep into my skin as our lips meet.

  This time, it’s not gentle. No. This time, I’m claiming her piece by piece, and I’m starting with her mouth.

  It’s frantic, teeth clashing and hands wandering. Exploring every inch, memorizing the contours and curves that have been driving me insane since we met.

  My tongue entwines with hers, slow flicks that turn hungry when she pulls my top lip between her teeth and bites down. It hurts, a pleasurable pain that rushes through my veins like liquid fire and then settles at the tip of my cock.

  It flexes over her heat and she moans, gyrating against my length. Undulating until I can’t take it anymore and I grip her hip tight—hold her in place while my other hand skims down her stomach in slow sweeps.

  Gentle little touches that make her shiver.

  Her mouth drops open, and a whine leaves the back of her throat. “You’re driving me insane.”

  “Good.” Her eyes blaze at my words, and this is what I want. I want her insane with lust. Mila’s lips part, and I can almost make out the expletives floating around in her mind, but before she can curse my existence, I cup her. Cover that sweet little pussy between her thighs and press the heel of my palm against her clit.

  Her eyes roll back, hips rising. “Oh, God.” It’s a moan. A plea.

  “It’s Nick, baby. Say my name.” I rub her slowly, with no rush. Her thighs part further, opening her in a way that on the next swipe of my finger, I skim her labia. Soft. So soft and soaked in her sweetness.

  My mouth waters, and I sit back on my knees. Watch her through hooded eyes and wait for her permission to explore further.

  “Nick, I need you.” Fuck, my name on her lip sounds like bliss.

  Closing my eyes, I take in a deep breath to calm myself, but it’s a mistake. Her scent hits me then, this decadent essence that breaks my last shred of will. How can I survive another minute without her wetness coating my tongue? I want to gorge myself on the heady sweetness that calls to me.

  “Nick?”

  At once, my eyes snap open and lock with hers, hungry and almost violent with need. “Move your panties aside for me, Mila. Show me that pretty little pussy.”

  With a shaky hand she moves down her body, stopping at the lace edge. “Should I take them off?”

  “No.” My hands grab her thighs and push them back a bit toward her midsection. This opens her fully to my view, both her holes on display. “Move the fabric aside and show me what’s mine.”

  “Okay.” Mimi lets out the breath I didn’t know she was holding and does as I ask.

  Son of a fucking bitch. “Perfection.” It leaves me on a painful groan.

  She’s pink and soft. Bare, with drops of wetness coating each plump lip like an invitation—one that I plan to accept and repeat every fucking day from here on out
.

  “Don’t move from this position.” Mila doesn’t answer. Instead, she gives a shy nod. Her trust in me makes me feel a hundred feet tall. Slowly, I bring a hand to her pussy and use my thumb to part her lips. Her clit is swollen; it throbs with each swipe while she trembles, hands fisting the sheets tightly in her grasp. “You are a gift, sweetheart. One I plan to savor.”

  She’s watching me. Holding her breath as I lower my face to the very edge of her mound and nuzzle the pliant flesh. Lower, I skim down until my lips press over her clit. Her scent invades my senses like a battering ram, and I grunt against her softness.

  “Oh fuck,” she cries out, hands grabbing onto my hair to keep me in place. The reaction is instinctual, sexy—she’s lost to the sensations only I can create. My dick likes this reaction. It’s leaking for her.

  Each pulsing throb releases another drop of pearl-like liquid that rolls down my cock.

  “Say my name,” I growl out, my tongue swiping over her clit, and then lower. Stopping at her small, tight entrance, I dip the very tip inside and stop. “Baby, I need to hear you say it.”

  My demand is met with moans, not a verbal confirmation. That won’t do. Pulling back, I bring a hand between us and smack her clit twice with the pads of two fingers.

  “Shit!” At once, her pussy contracts and lips flutter, seeking my touch. She’s pink and swollen from the light scruff on my cheeks—a sweet mess I’m dying to fuck. Impale her on my cock—so deep inside her walls—as my name spills from her pouty lips.

  This is about her. I can wait for mine.

  “Say it or I stop, Mila.” Motherfuck, my tone comes out angry. You can hear my own desperation clearly.

  “Make me come, Nick.” It’s a whimper from below me. A plea to have mercy, and I do. A few short jabs of my tongue, and a rush of wetness coats my lips.

  Mila is honey. Decadent. An aphrodisiac.

  I pull back to lick her from opening to clit, where I wrap my lips around it and flick my tongue rapidly. Her hips fly off the bed while her hands pull my face closer. Without instruction, she’s riding my tongue.