Both of us thinking. Both of us contemplating. Her shaken. Me being careful. Cautious.
I’d messaged Ethan and Wes so they could keep an eye out at the Marchesi. Keep watch to see if anything happened, or if the prints would be moved. Just anything. Realistically I should have called but the opportunity hadn’t presented itself and I didn’t think the discussion was one to have on the phone.
Knowing they had their eyes on the streets freed my mind to focus on Jia.
She was really shaken up by what happened. I could see it, although she seemed to be doing her best to hold her emotions together.
I noticed the tremor in her hands a few times and I wanted to reach over to her and hold her hand. I stopped myself, however, thinking better of it.
Better to keep things professional. I’d already crossed over a line I shouldn’t have crossed when I kissed her. Not that I regretted the actual kiss. It was the act because I did lead her on.
That was what happened when you kissed her the way I had and knew nothing more should come of it.
Should…
That word was such an asshole. It left a damn gray area that wanted to be filled.
It taunted and teased with emotion.
Tonight… what happened was strange and I hated not knowing.
Wes had mentioned this. He’d steered me toward this because essentially he was right. We should know the bigger picture so we’d know all the players involved.
That was something I needed to know to carry out my job the best way I could.
Tonight The Chameleon was there. He was there and the only way he would have been there is if he felt safe, except he wasn’t. Someone came and tried to kill Giovanni.
Who were the guys?
That was what I would have tried to figure out if I’d stayed.
But she needed me more. Or, someone. She needed someone. It didn’t have to be me. I’d just volunteered myself.
It wasn’t until I pulled up on her drive and got out of my car that my awareness of being alone with her really waved itself at me.
I said I’d stay, but how was I supposed to babysit a woman I’d wanted to devour only last night.
“Thank you,” she mumbled when I opened the door for her.
She walked on ahead of me and unlocked the door to her house.
The motion sensory lights turned on and we went inside. As I looked over the décor I had to admit the place suited her. It was stylish like her, from the outside to the inside with its beige and champagne colors.
It was what I’d call cosmopolitan and classy. Yet, maintaining the elements of an average home because the exterior blended in with the standard Georgian houses lining the suburban lane she lived on.
That, however was as far as average went. The interior of her home screamed of wealth with that ‘less is more’ look and she showcased the paintings I assumed she’d done herself.
I followed her as she walked on ahead to the sitting room.
Jia stopped in the center of the room, slipped out of her heels then turned to face me.
Without her heels she seemed more fragile and I saw her as petite and dainty again. Willowy like a fairy but with those curves that made me crazy. Erotic Tinkerbell.
“You don’t have to stay with me,” she stated. “I’m fine. No one will come here.”
“I’m staying,” I insisted. “You know I told your father I’d stay with you.”
“Xander…” She drew in a deep breath before continuing. “My life right now is complete shit. Every day gets worse and worse, and this is just the cherry on top of the shit. You’re here because you’re doing your job. The job is done and I’m relieving you of it, and me. So just leave. Thank you for the ride home.”
She turned away, practically dismissing me and moved over to a cupboard. I watched her, not quite knowing what to say.
Realistically what I should have done is go wait somewhere and watch the place maybe for a few hours until Giovanni contacted me. Then go check in with Ethan and Wes.
Jia actually wasn’t in any immediate danger. I just didn’t have the heart to leave her. The other part of me didn’t want to.
She opened the cupboard, showing a display of bottles of wine. She grabbed four bottles and a glass then set them down on the counter in the open plan kitchen.
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 Fourteen
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 kis
s 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, was a mere version of what I’d felt. 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 because 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 bobbled 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 yo
u 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 now,” I exhaled 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.
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